"That's right. Just like a rabbit. One push and I'm finished."
"Not me … Sometimes I wish I were."
"I wish I could hold out. I don't see how anybody can put it off. I get so excited … I just about get there … and hell … I know some boys who can go on and on, just like you, but I can't … How do you do it, Gay?"
"That's something I don't know, Glenn," Gaylord grinned … "I only know it takes a long time for me."
"Say … what time is it?"
Gaylord looked at his watch. "Almost six," he said.
"God! It isn't six, is it?"
"Just about. Why, did you have something to do?"
"I should be home," Rogers said with alarm. "I've got a cow to milk and if my dad is home before I am I'm going to catch holy hell."
"It won't take us long to get back … I'll step on it."
Gaylord turned around and headed back for Cotton. He grinned at Rogers, but his mind was on last night. Last night when he and Blake were parked along the country road and the moon had just come up over the trees. He felt again the warmth and fragrance of bronze arms around his waist and full lips on his. He drank again the warm milk of this existence and tasted its sweet flavored honey.
"Damn," grinned Rogers, innocently, slapping Gaylord's trousers again, "have you still got a hard on?" He felt his own groin, said, "Hell, mine went down a long time ago. Guess you are long-winded, huh, Gay?"
If you only knew, Gaylord thought … if you only knew what I was really thinking … but I can't tell you now … maybe tomorrow, maybe later, but not now … You're awfully sweet but, you're not like Bob Blake … You're not as … but you might be … How do I know you're not? I think you're awfully sweet … one of the sweetest boys I have ever met … and you are good-looking … real good-looking … I'd still like to see you without any clothes on … I can't help wishing to see you stark naked.
