They called him Gibby, but his real name was Benny. He was clearly Mexican, yet he was void of many of the trademark signs. He had gorgeous features, brilliant silver eyes, encircled by long, dark eye lashes and sharply jutted eyebrows. His lips were incredibly angled, asking to be attended to. His tightly curled hair hugged his head, the length was deceiving. His body was simple and toned, naturally smooth and shapely. His height was lacking, but Randy could look past that.
He was missing the two smallest fingers on his left hand. Something Randy hadn't noticed until they had laid together in his bed, kissing, softly, slowly, sweetly and passionately. That was all Benny wanted from Randy, sweet kisses, nothing more... It was clearly enough for him, yet it wasn't enough for Randy.
His rock hard erection wanted out, and it only hurt to keep it inside his pants, pressing fiercely against the denim. Curled up with his knees as close to his chest as he could get, and his buttocks pushed outwards to create space for his lengthening penis, pulsing, asking to be released from its' painful, dark prison.
But it never came out. Neither did he, or I, in the months that followed. Coming out of the closet wasn't an option for either party then.
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