Summer's Over

It's freezing. There's no mistaking it's cold. The weekend was going to be cold

Ben and I went jogging. It warms us up. It feels nice to sweat in the cold. Ben and I fuck in the shower when we are getting cleaned up, afterwards. He's very keen on gay sex for a straight boy. Chuckle. I say that to him, he doesn't much like it.

"Give it up," he says.

"It still turns me on," I say.

He laughs and takes me in his arms. "Does it just?"

"Yep."

"You know you are a cliche."

"Huh! Can't a boy have a fantasy."

"But it puts me down."

"What?"

"You know I ma right."

"Um… er…" I laugh. "Jesus…"

"See, you know I am right."

"We all take things so seriously now a days, don't we."

"Shut up and just admit you are wrong."

"What?"

"Go on, let me hear it."

"Fuck off." I try to squirm my way out of his arms.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Go on, don't act dumb."

"Okay. I hadn't thought of it that way before."

"So say it."

"I'm wrong. Are you happy."

"Yes." Ben smiles. He kisses me passionately. "Now, that turns me on."

I think I'll get KFC for lunch.