True to form, John is a neat freak, even during masturbation. Lately, I’ve taken to teasing him about it, but to no effect. Rather than touching his own penis, which he calls “an extension of myself,” he only allows the tissue to touch it. Then my hand falls on top of it, and his hand on top of mine. Part of the problem is that because John is tall, my face gets smashed either against his chest or along his side, while he’s going at it. I always have to go and wash my face after because he gets all sweaty, and red, and blustering, and gross.
John, Again
