Hugo

Could have fallen in love with the German boy.

“And at night he lies in the blue hot shade of midnight, the window open and the party sounds of Rio night drifting in on the breeze. His cock is soft but huge on his thigh. I stand naked at the window, watching the street. Seeing and being seen. And he waits for me to cross the room and slip under the single sheet beside him. A fan shifts warm air from one corner to the other, and we lie together sticky with sweat before we even begin to fuck.”