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glinting.
    “It’s cold without you,” Green whispered. Jeremy felt a little warmer at the words and slid in under the quilt.
    Green moved close and took Jeremy into his arms. He’d taken his shorts off, so his erection pressed against Jeremy’s hip and he radiated body heat. They were skin to skin above the waist, so Jeremy slid his own shorts off. Nothing in between them now but the self-control they’d both ignored.
    Jeremy rolled onto his back, and Green lay on top, mouth quickly finding a nipple even in the near dark.
    A loud pleasurable groan escaped from Jeremy’s lips, and Green sucked harder. Jeremy was rock-hard now. He bucked up against Green’s firm muscles and soon felt a strong, but gentle, hand wrap around his cock.
    “Is this okay?” Green said, lips slippery against Jeremy’s chest.
    “You have to ask?” Jeremy panted the reply.
    “I need to ask. Is that a yes?”
    The man must be a lawyer , Jeremy thought with the last shred of clear thought. “God, yes.”
    Mr. Green slid down and tongued Jeremy’s cock into complete submission. Finally, he took Jeremy deep into his mouth. The heat and pressure was too good. It didn’t take long before Jeremy lost control.
    “Merry Christmas,” he said as he came down Mr. Green’s throat.

Chapter FOUR
     
     
    J EREMY LEFT just after 8:00 a.m., in line with the morning rule—stay past eight and the gentleman paid the room charge. He wanted to leave before Green woke up again. Why hadn’t he asked his real name? Of course, real names were against another of the strict rules. The gentlemen stayed anonymous for many reasons. Some weren’t out, some were married, others might be embarrassed if their Dinner Club activities were discovered. And the club had the practical purpose of keeping the boys from meeting the gentlemen elsewhere, thus depriving the club of its reason to exist. They thrived on repeat customers who wanted to see their favorite boy, or so it seemed from what Jeremy had heard from the others in the short time he’d been at the house.
    He took BART across the San Francisco Bay to Berkeley, then cycled home from the station and tossed his bag into his room once he got into the apartment. He lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling trying to process the night before. He needed to get to the Life Sciences Building and check on some lab work that would finish around eleven, but he was in no hurry. He was reluctant to wash away his memories of the night with Mr. Green. He wanted to keep Green’s scent close, think about how his body had felt against Jeremy’s. His hands and mouth—God, that mouth!—on Jeremy’s body…. No, he had to stop thinking about this. Too late. His cock thickened and tension hummed through his body, the familiar ache tightening his balls and quickening his breath.
    Why not? He slid one hand into his jeans and grasped his cock, imagining Mr. Green’s hands on him, Green’s mouth sucking at a nipple. The ache grew, and Jeremy slid his pants and shorts down, not bothering to remove shoes or socks. He started with long smooth slow strokes, eyes closed to heighten the fantasy of Green pleasuring him. He heard himself groan, quickened his strokes, and let go as the first wave of pleasure shook him. He shot thick spurts onto his torso and gave in to the overwhelming sensation of physical bliss.
    Afterward he lay panting, remembering fantasies weren’t really bliss, just a quick respite from the reality of his lonely life.
    Serving Mr. Green had been another pleasant detour. He’d enjoyed taking care of his gentleman, knowing he got the man so worked up and surprised by his own arousal in the overtly sexualized environment of the Dinner Club. He’d gone only for the chance to earn some money, expecting the worst, assuming he’d feel used and degraded in the process. But Kit and the others clearly had a good time, enjoyed getting each other off for their own pleasure as much as for the amusement of the gentlemen. Was