That Night in J.’s Bedroom: My First Taste of Forbidden Desire
It was his childhood bedroom. Posters on the walls, that familiar musky scent. We’d just watched porn together, parents out for the night. Laughter faded into heavy breathing. My heart hammered. J. headed to his room to jerk off, like always. This time, I followed. Door creaked shut behind me. He was on the bed,…