Free boystown by marshall thornton Page B

didn’t.
    I noticed Brian’s shivering before my own. We were both soaked in icy water. My jeans were stiff, beginning to freeze. Silently, I led Brian off the pier, and we trudged through the snow, hurrying back to his apartment. We said little on the way.
    It seemed to take forever, but we finally got back to his apartment. Once inside, teeth chattering, we pulled off our clothes. “Shower?” I asked.
    Brian nodded.
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    The water stung. Pinpricks covered my entire body. I brushed against Brian. Even under the warm water his skin felt ice cold. I pulled him to me and began to rub some warmth into him.
    “Are we going to call the police?” he asked.
    I was pretty sure no one saw what happened. Yeah, my gun went into the water with Donnie, but it was unlikely they’d be found anywhere near each other. If they were found at all. Donnie had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure he couldn’t be connected to me. I doubted anyone would knock on my door if and when he was found.
    Besides, Brian and I hadn’t done anything but try to protect ourselves, so we had nothing to worry about. Except, given how fond the Chicago Police Department was of me, they might not see it that way.
    “I don’t think calling them is a good idea,” I said as we got out of the shower.
    Brian was visibly relieved. Still, he said, “We just let him die.”
    “There wasn’t anything we could do.”
    “But we didn’t even try.” For the first time, I noticed how very blue his eyes were.
    “No. We didn’t. I’m not going to feel bad about that.”
    He looked away and then leaned against me. I put my arms around him and held him.
    Eventually, I leaned over and kissed him. I hadn’t expected I’d have sex with him again. I hadn’t even wanted to. But there was something about watching a man die together that formed a sort of... connection, I suppose. We’d shared death, and now it made sense to share at least a small sliver of life.
    He kissed me back hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. We kissed deeply, until my neck began to ache from bending over. I slid my tongue down his neck and lowered myself to my knees. I found myself at his chest level. I licked his nipples one at a time. He gasped and shivered. But he was no longer cold.
    I ran my tongue further down his taut belly and around to his hip. There was a growing bruise there from where he’d fallen on the pier. I kissed it. His cock poked me under the chin. Standing up, I took hold of his prick and led him back to the main room. I pushed him onto the bed and eased myself between his knees. Grabbing hold of his dick, I slipped my tongue between his foreskin and the cock head. I ran it round and round, then pushed the hood back.
    Then I dove down, taking his entire dick into my mouth and throat. I bobbed my head up and down on him a half dozen times before I had to come up for air. Brian seemed to need a break, too. He’d begun to squirm and pant. I didn’t let the break go on for too long, though. I was back Boystown - 47

    on him. Sucking him, darting my tongue into his piss slit, then pulling him all the way into my throat.
    It had been a long while since I’d sucked a dick, and my jaw tired quickly. He didn’t seem to mind. As soon as I let his dick fall out of my mouth, his legs went up. I pushed them further into the air and ran my tongue around his hairy pink asshole. It smelled warm and sweet. I rubbed the stubble on my chin across his butt, and he nearly went crazy.
    “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Just fuck me.”
    I ignored him and slipped my tongue into his ass. He gasped and clutched at my shoulders. I stopped rimming him and crawled over the bed on top of him. He twisted himself to one side and grabbed a small jar of Vaseline off the nightstand. Opening it, he dipped two fingers in and pulled out a small blob of jelly. Then he reached down and rubbed it all over my dick. He stretched his arm between his legs and lubed his ass, then guided me