“Oh my God!!” screamed Kiyan in his mind as he looked at a beautiful boy waring a white muscle shirt and black jeans:
“What? “I’m sorry I bumped against you and yelled at you. XXX Please.” Said Jake, with a more calm tone. Kiyan still didn’t answer. “Hey! Huh…”
“You were sayin’ something back there. “Please, Kiyan.” Still no response from the boy, so Jake took an extreme measure. “’Kay… Kiyan also seemed to have lost his voice, because he didn’t even dare to say another word, nor did he dare to look at Jake directly in the eyes, which was his way to show respect to dad’s “special guests”. This time, Kiyan was kissing him back slowly, at his own pace.
