Ken feathered his fingers over Joel’s face as the sun shifted and warmed them. “I might be a little gay.” Ken swallowed, making his prominent Adam’s apple bounce. Joel thought even that simple act seemed sexy. Ken whispered, “I’m a virgin.”
Joel pulled Ken into a hug, kissed his cheek, and entangled their legs. Ken returned the cheek kiss. Their lips nearly met, but Ken turned away, his face reddening. A man, woman, and three kids rushed from a car in the parking lot, frolicking toward the guys. With the magic of the moment broken, Ken and Joel stood, gathered their stuff, and rode off, pointing things out to each other and trading jokes, often sexually laced. Joel checked Ken out whenever he thought he could get away with it, from his slender legs, cute ass, and up to his perfect neck, and boyish, smooth face. Everything about Ken appealed to Joel. 3