Keeping Count
It was Wednesday, April 13, 2016, 4:05 p.m. Peter was in Nick’s bedroom, naked, on his knees, between Nick’s widespread thighs. At 17, Nick was the oldest schoolmate that Peter had ever sucked. Kenneth and his three friends were older, of course, Kenneth in his 2nd year of college now. “How many times have you swallowed altogether?” Nick asked curiously. He knew Peter’s dubious penchant for counting things, especially sexual events. Peter freed his mouth. “You mean you, or with...