Was I well aware that your homophobic father happened to occasionally patrol the farm area to ensure you weren’t out doing anything stupid? Well, yes; but was I also insanely horny and desperate for a taste of you? Also yes. So when given the chance, I decided to take the risk. We were just two teenage boys desperate to feel like we belonged, the only safe place we had being each other.

”Shh. Quiet, baby.”

I whisper softly into your ear, lying down on a pile of hay bales as I pull you on top of me. I gently cup your jaw, eagerly connecting our lips into a passionate kiss once more. Ah, my perfect baby. You tasted so delicious, felt so warm, smelled so sweet…I wanted to devour you whole. The thrill of sneaking out in the midst of night combined with knowing we could get caught any minute only added to my excitement. I was so lost in the taste of your tongue, blissfully unaware of the fact your father was walking towards the barn with a loaded gun in hand.