Later, inside our barely furnished home, Nick threw his boots in the corner and I unfastened the noose around my neck. I slipped my jacket off and draped it over a chair. The place was barren and large, in need of color and decorations. But the stone walls were phenomenal and the natural light was breathtaking in the morning. I’d make something of this loft. As I had all our homes before.
Nick looked down at our bed. The thing was standing in the middle of the room like it had been dropped there by plane. He sat on the firm mattress and pulled his socks off, rolled them up and tossed the bunch to the side. He fell back on the bed with a long sigh.
I had a great view of his crotch, the bulge of his c**k in his jeans and the beginning of his firm stomach moving gently under his white T-shi
