Al wore those sweet, well-worn jeans I love.

We were supposed to be hitting the home-improvement store, the grocery store, and the auto store. A whole string of errands to keep us busy on this brilliant, autumn Sunday.

I tried not to notice the way the faded fly hugged his cock. The way the back pockets stretched perfectly across his ass.

“You okay?”

“Fine.”

“We need the lumber first, so I’m going around the back of the store.”

I nodded, saying nothing.

When we pulled behind the home-improvement store where the lumber was stacked, I saw the area was deserted. Most people were bustling in and out the front door, already buying snow shovels and fire pits, ice-melting agents, and fall-hardy plants. I glanced around,... Leer Más