我睇左咩
“Rey, it’s me.” Porter. “I know Allison’s gone, again, and you’ve got to be lonely over there all by yourself. I know the perfect remedy. Hear me out, bro. I just arranged for the helicopter to pick us up on top of that parking garage by the Belvedere.”
Rey: “Oh, shit.”
Porter: “You ready to join the Mile High Club, bro? Get off over the city?”
Rey: “I’m in, man.”
Porter: “All right, bro. I can’t wait to be in you.”
Rey rushes out the door, but in the lust of the moment, he forgets his cell phone. Before he peels out of the drive, he remembers the phone. And Allison. “Oh, shit,” he probably says again. “What if she calls?” He rushes back inside, grabs the cell, and heads for the makeshift helipad.
Upon Rey’s arrival, Porter lives up to his name by ushering Rey across the chopper’s threshold and reaches for the door behind them. “No,” Rey says abruptly. “Leave it open.”
“I like the way you think,” Porter says, imagining the explosive orgasm he would soon share with Rey.
Rey quickly extricates himself from all the entanglements that might mitigate his climax: he empties his pockets, removes his glasses, and shimmies out of his pants. Porter takes him from behind.