Passionate College Sweethearts Share Intimacy In Their Dorm

You love it there and I know that’s where you’d rather be.” Paul glanced at me but remained silent. We finally rose, entered and secured the house, and headed upstairs. “But…but…you’re…”

“I know, I know, bro. His touches and shy – at first – caresses were more evidence of his affection. It was close and Paul in particular played very well. I glanced at Paul and tried to read his expression; all I saw was patient waiting and a smile. As our eyes adjusted to the light we waited a few seconds, hands holding hands as we stood inches apart. And the home run. We learned simple, banal things like always placing towels beneath us to soak up any evidence and to give the cottage a careful once-over Sundays before returning. Perplexed, I buckled myself in as we drove off. We’ve already had a triple header tonight; want to go for a quadruple header?” Again his smile was all the answer I needed.