Hey-Mikey!
This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it might not be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY!
Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert -- Guy in Frisco
Joey -- Urinal guy
... From Chapter 1:
"Mikey, I was so worried! What in heaven's name possessed you to get into someone's car?"
"You left me off to meet someone! I met someone!" I said accusingly.
"But I didn't mean -- what did you do? I hope you didn't - "
"We kissed -- that's all!" I said
"Oh yeah, like I'm gonna believe that!"
"Well, okay, if you must know, I stroked his DICK while we kissed. Then - "
"STOP!" She said. "I don't need the details, Michael! You just - "
"That's all we did, Diane!"
Oh yeah -- depending on how I say it -- I call her Diane to get something or -- to ridicule her.
Chapter 2
"Well - - It was - - I mean -- you shouldn't have gotten into his car!" She sputtered.
"Diane! I'm eighteen now, remember? And try to remember too -- it wasn't just the swimming that got me into Northwestern. I got a 4.0. What was it that you got?" It wasn't a question. She graduated with barely a bee average. I know it was hitting below the belt, but I didn't like her talking down to me ... even if I may have needed it! "Diane -- I'm not just some jock with a sports scholarship! I'm smart! I can take care of myself! Well -- I just DID take care of myself!"
We didn't go to a hotel. She was so upset she drove home. My parents didn't know the difference. They heard us come in and just thought that it was me, returning from my graduation party.
Summer romances: They always end badly ... don't they? Well, after I got a taste of a man's lips, and that feeling I got -- in close contact with Gilbert -- I got really lonely really quickly. I had gotten a job working for a landscaper just after Easter, so I was doing hard physical work outside, with my shirt off. My tan deepened and my hair lightened. I was finding my hand on my dick more now than when I was in school!
I had just jerked off in the shower and then got out and dried off, looking at my darkening torso and slightly longish hair in the mirror. I started to woody-up again and thought to myself, "Hey Mikey! It's getting pretty pathetic when you have to look in the mirror to get turned on!"
I WASN'T bad to look at, with my swimmers build and the newly obtained musculature I was getting from digging ditches and lugging sod. My fingernails were down to nubs and were filthy every day after working in dirt. I noticed a lot of girls watching me work -- and coyly smiling at me when I caught them. Too bad I wasn't interested. But worse was the fact that there were no guys checking me out!
Well, after all -- this WAS Williams! Where does a gay guy go to find ... anything ... in Williams, California!
It was Friday night, three weeks after graduation.. I had called several friends last night and they were all dating. They asked me to double with them, but -- I wasn't interested. "Am I the only gay guy in the whole town?" I wondered. I wondered about what Gilbert told me about the guys in his neighborhood -- playing with each other. Why was I so isolated from any of that?
As I was thinking about that, Rich called: "Whatcha doin' ta-night, Em?" Rich always called me by my initial.
"Oh, hi, Rich. Not much planned. You doin' anything interesting?"
"I thought I'd go down to Woodland -- a girl invited me to come to her church's youth dance. I wasn't too sure, but if you wanna come, maybe I will."
I thought about it for only a moment. What else was I gonna do? "Yeah, okay." I said.
"Well, don't get so excited!" said Rich. "I'll pick you up in an hour!"
I put some deodorant under my arms and put on my plaid boxer shorts. I looked longingly at little Mikey as he popped out the fly, seeming to ask me to do him again. I stuffed him in and went back into the bathrrom, then I stopped cold. I ran to my dresser and snatched up the card that Gilbert had given me. I looked and sure enough, he was from Woodland!
I returned to the bathroom. What are the chances that I'd see him anyway. He's prolly back down in Frisco -- or on his way. He and -- what's that kids name -- with the long dick -- Joey! Not much chance I'd meet either of them at a church dance! Especially a high school church dance! So -- why was I taking so much extra care making sure I looked pristine before Rich got here?
When He pulled up to the driveway, I ran out and hopped in the car. "Wow! He said. "I was sure that you weren't too excited about this." He said as he looked at my excited grin. "Wow! You smell -- erm -- well -- good! And look at you! You won't have any problems finding someone to dance with! Damn, Em! You and I haven't done anything since junior high! What fucked us up, anyway? Man! You look -- good! I mean -- well, not THAT good -- I mean -- um -- well -- better ... or sumpthin'!"
When we got to the church auditorium, I was immediately sorry I came. All the boys were on one side of the dance floor and the girls were on the other side. There were a couple couples dancing and several girls dancing together. "You'd never see guys dancing like that!" I said idly.
"Ew!" Said Rich. "And I HOPE we don't! Why aren't you dancing?" He asked me.
"What aren't you?" I said in return.
Just about then two girls approached us and asked us to dance. One was the chick that he already knew. I put down my punch and went to the floor. It was a l-o-n-g, s-l-o-w dance. I was the perfect gentleman, not holding her too close. When the song was over, I could tell she wanted to do the next dance as well. "Um -- er -- excuse me, I need to go to the restroom." I said.
I went in and since I really did have to go, I was standing at the urinal and someone else came in. I was at the left of three urinals. He stopped right behind me for a moment, which made me uncomfortable. Then he walked to the urinal right beside me and I did the uncomfortable "look straight ahead, but extremely aware that a guy was peeing so close that our shirts were touching" thing. Why didn't he choose the urinal further away?
My peripheral vision identified that he was rather small and then my peripheral vision saw that he was leaning over and looking at me! I turned slightly away and painfully stopped my pee. As I was stuffing myself back into my boxers, still needing to relieve the rest of my bladder, he spoke:
"Gilbert was sure hoping you would call him!"
I almost peed my pants! I turned and it was Joey! He was standing, completely exposed and hanging -- as usual -- down to his knees. (Of course that was an exaggeration, but you get the idea!)
He made a production of stuffing his stuff back into his pants as he continued. "He was really disappointed that you didn't call."
"Oh -- um -- I think I lost his card." I lied. The truth was, I had it in my pocket!
Just then two young, giggling teen boys came around the corner. Their giggling ceased when they realized they were not alone. I finished washing my hands and as I left I heard, "Hey, Joseph! How's Willie today?"
"Shaddup!"
I felt sorry for Joey, as I walked back to where my drink was. As soon as I got there, Rich appeared. I saw Joey reappear from the bathroom, And I watched him go sit down in a corner as Rich said, "Dude! What did you do to that girl?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Well -- SHIT! She thinks you hate her. Em! -- she liked you!"
"All I did was go to the bathroom." I said defensively. "I didn't - "
"Well -- it don't matter none, anyway. She has found another dude! But the problem is -- her friend wants me to take her home. But I can't leave you -- with no girl too! Shit! Why does this always happen to me?! I wish you had someone so we could both -- well -- you know -- it's awkward -- you know?"
I DID know. "Wait!" I said. I fished in my pocket and felt the card. Then I spied Joey again. "I'll be right back, Rich -- there might be a way."
I tried not to run to where Joey was. "Hey Joey, will you tell me Gilbert's number?" I felt particularly guilty over lying to him in the first place. So now I had to carry on my little charade. Then I noticed that he had been crying.
"I just called him. He's coming to pick me up."
I wanted to put my arm around him, but it would have been taken wrong -- especially since obviously some of the boys knew something about Joey. I was debating whether to ask anything more when he said, "Hey! Do you wanna come with us?"
"Huh?"
"He's taking me to McDonalds, then we're going home."
"Do you live together?"
Naw -- just down the street. But -- well -- he kind of had my back. He -- um -- watched out for me -- is all. I KNOW he'd love it is you were waiting too."
"Yeah -- but -- I came with another guy -- all the way from Williams. I probably need to -- go home with him."
"That guy you were talking to?"
"Yeah.."
"He gay?"
"No. As a matter of fact he wants to take home this girl he was dancing with. Hey! Wait a minute!"
As I was trying to think, Joey said, "Tell him to take her home! And you go with us!" He paused, then, "And if you need to go home with him, have him come to McDonalds and pick you up!"
"Joey -- you're a genius!" I grinned. So did he.
"Gilly's gonna love me for this!" I heard him say as I headed back to Rich.
"Dude! Take her home. I just ran into an old friend. We're going to McDonalds. Just pick me up there after you take her home."
"KEWL!!" He said, all smiles.
I went back to Joey and he led me outside and there was Gilbert waiting in his ancient 4-door. His eyes popped when he saw me. "Michael! Where'd YOU come from?"
We told him what happened.
"Can you call -- um Rich is it?"
"I guess."
"Tell him I'll take you home. He obviously wants to be alone for awhile."
"Williams -- is a long way to - " I started.
"Just call him!"
"Hey Rich."
"Hey!"
"Look, I decided I'm gonna stay here tonight."
"With the little kid you walked out with?"
"Naw -- that was my friend's little brother. I'm gonna stay the night with my -- I mean -- um -- with Gilbert."
"Very Kewl! Catch you later, Mikey!"
"Genius!" Said Gilbert. "Why didn't I think of that? You can come stay at my place."
"Oh! Well -- I really wasn't inviting myself! That was just something I told Rich to -- um -- are you sure it would be okay?"
"No problem. Mom and Pa'll be passed out drunk before we get home. Ma was asking why I never bring any friends home. Thinks I am ashamed of them. Oh -- and -- they can be kinda weird -- you know?"
"Hi Dad. No everything's fine. I'm staying down here in Woodland tonight. Yeah, he's okay with it. Really! Anyway, I met an old friend -- or really his little brother -- at the church dance." (I felt better about that excuse ... at least it was CLOSE to the truth. "Okay. Yeah, I'll call in the morning. K. Love you too, Dad. Bye"
When I hung up both guys had what I interpreted as -- a longing -- in their eyes. "What?"
Gilbert looked down and said nothing. Joey said, "I can't ever remember my dad saying he loves me."
My heart stopped for a moment as I processed what he had said. Gilbert was nodding his head.
"SO! We're going to McDonalds, right?" I said to break the tension.
"Yeah." Said Gilbert soberly.
He drove to the McDonalds and turned toward the drive through. "Aren't we going in?" Said Joey, looking hurt. "No, it's okay -- I guess you guys wanna get to Gilly's and to -- bed.
I realized that Joey was looking forward to some extra time with his "big brother". "Yeah, what's the hurry, Gilbert?" I asked. "We have time. It's early! Let's go in."
So we parked and went into Mac's. As we stood reading the menu board, I could see Joey almost drooling as he looked at the biggest, fattest burger there. When the cute dude asked us what we wanted, I said, "Give my buddy here a double cheeseburger meal! And do you like shakes, Joey?"
"YUM!" He said, grinning. Even with my peripheral vision I could see that this moved Gilbert. "You too dude!" I said.
"Michael! You don't have to - " I frowned and shook my head. He immediately caught my meaning. "I'll have the same". He said.
"Me too." I aped.
We spent probably a good 90 minutes eating our "value" meals, and then some cookies. Both guys ate like they were starved. I couldn't eat all my burger. "Damn! I HATE throwing food away. Can either of you eat this?"
"I can!" said Joey. Then he looked at it -- it was most of 2/3 of what I was served.
"You can just take it home, dude!" I said.
After we delivered Joey home, he looked longingly at us as he climbed out of the car. I know he was imagining what might come next for us.
"See you tomorrow, kiddo?" Said Gilbert. His head bobbed up and down.
"Will I see you too?" Joey asked me.
"Dunno, Joey. Maybe." I said.
Then he drove a few doors down and parked. "Well, this is it!" He said, shrugging.
His neighborhood didn't look all that different from mine. The houses were about the same, but no one took care of their yards. I followed him and the house inside was -- a mess. Beer cans strewn around the living room. The TV was on and a half dressed, beer-bellied man was passed out on the couch.
"Pa?" Said Gilbert, gently shaking a shoulder. "PA!"
"Wha Huh??!!" He startled awake " -- Gilly! Are you -- oh! You got a friend? I'll go to bed!"
He stood up and looked at me then he looked at Gilbert and then fell face down on the floor, sending an empty beer can flying. "Come on Pa. Let me get you to bed."
I felt like I should help, but he hadn't asked, so I stood there awkwardly gawking. "Your mother was called in to work -- that slut didn't show up for work again! Help me up, son!" He said to me as Gilbert took one side of him, I jumped to the other side and grabbed an arm. His arm was covered with hair. It made my skin crawl to touch him. Gilbert was so clean!
"I'm gonna put you in my bed, Pa!"
"M-mm." Was all he said. He was passed out as soon as his body lay down on the cot in Gilbert's room.
It was pretty hot, with no air conditioning. Gilbert ran to a closet and took out a sheet and threw it on a double bed that I assumed was in his parent's room. It already had a sheet on it. "We can sleep here. They won't care."
As he started to take his clothes off, I stood motionless. I wasn't all that anxious to get in that bed ... or rather on it. Gilbert looked at me strangely and immediately I felt bad again. I was ashamed that I reacted in that way.
"Oh! Of course!" Said Gilbert. "Where are my manners. "Let me!"
He stepped to me and started to unbutton my shirt, and he removed it. Then my undershirt. I looked behind me at the open door. "Don't worry! Pa's passed out and Mom won't be home until late tomorrow morning. It's too damned hot to close the door.
So, he undressed me and then himself and pulled me to the bed. I had just enough time to rationalize that the sheet was clean, and it was large enough -- actually it looked like a king sized sheet -- to cover anything that was on the bed before.
I let him pull me down onto the mattress. The window was open as well and the breeze was cooler than I realized, making it feel quite comfortable. He ran his hand and fingers through my hair. I did the same. I was emboldened when I felt very clean, soft hair. We lay face to face, looking at each other.
"I swear to God, I don't know what to do next." He said.
"What -- what -- um -- what if I were someone else -- I mean -- you're had guys in bed before -- right?"
"Well, yeah, but -- not since -- we -- that night -- when we kissed -- Everything's different -- now. I don't know what to do."
"We could kiss again." I said. I liked that."
"Me too!" He said. I leaned in and when I got closer in the dark, I saw a tear roll down his face.
"What's wrong, Gilbert?"
"I didn't -- didn't um -- well -- I didn't think -- I'd ever see you again."
"Here I am!" I said and closed my eyes and kissed him. We seemed to be held there in suspended animation for half an eternity. Both of us sighed deeply.
"God, it's even better than I remembered." He said.
"It had to be better than in that cramped back seat!" I giggled. He laughed too and we kissed again.
Again I saw more tears coursing down his face. "Gilbert - are you okay?"
"Oh yeah! I wonder if I've ever been this okay."
"Do I need to do something different? Because it's kinda freaking me out that you're -- you're -- crying."
"I'm sorry. But -- part of me is so damned horny and the other part -- the other part -- is telling me this is happening too fast."
"Look, I'm okay with - " I started.
"Michael, my body is saying `Let's fuck and get this over with!' But I don't want to spoil the sweetness of this moment with -- something -- I mean I -- I don't really know WHAT I mean. I've done this with so many guys and yet -- I've never done THIS with any guy."
"Well, I've never done ANYTHING with any guy! Even in my dreams I can't ever do anything -- because I've never - "
His mouth again covered mine and we kissed and kissed and our naked bodies rolled around, our hard woodies slapping both our bodies. I ended up on top of him and as I kissed him yet once more, both our hips were thrusting into each other, so our hardness was rubbing past each other. I felt it starting and stopped.
"No! Don't stop now!" He said and he grabbed my hip and pulled them into himself and I started to moan and whine. I didn't want my spunk to go all over him but it was too late we both were moaning and grunting and - - whining as we pumped out seeming gallons of slippery white crème between us.
"Omigod!" He said.
"What?" I asked.
"This!" He said and he kissed me again., and I responded by wooding up again. So did he. He rolled me over and I asked if he had a condom. "I really want to be fu -- um -- I mean could you -- um - "
"I don't want to make this cheap. Doing that now would make the whole thing cheap." He said. "Let's just not go there yet, okay?" He said. "I've just never felt like this before. I was under him and I again started to thrust my wood into his pelvis. That trapped his hardness between my legs and again we came for a second time within about 3 minutes.
When we were finished, he collapsed on me and we lay panting and heaving from the most wonderful orgasm I had ever experienced. As my breathing slowed, I started to fall asleep.
I shook myself awake and he rolled over to my side. We fell asleep in that position, with him half on top of me., kissing each others neck and shoulders. I thought I wanted to be screwed, but it wasn't necessary to do that -- at all. I had never felt so satisfied all my life. I woke to a cock crowing. Gilbert was still half on top of me. Our dicks were again hard as rocks., but now I could hardly hold in my pee. "Gil --Gilbert!" I said, "Gotta pee!"
He opened his eyes and looked at me. "It WASN'T a dream -- this time!" he said. He smiled at me.
"I gotta pee bad!" I said.
"Me too!" he said. and he got off me and pulled me up and into the bathroom. We both ran for the toilet and tried to bend our wood south. It wasn't working. I saw some yellow push out the top of his, and he pulled me into the bathtub. "This is the only way!" He said. as he let his pee go and it hit the wall. I painfully forced mine not to pee. "Let it out, Michael! I pee in here almost every morning"!"
"I can't!" I moaned, in severe pain. He turned on the water and waited for it to get hot. That made my urge even worse. Tears were coming down my face and I stubbornly held onto my control. Finally he said, Michael! Let it go, man! Pee!"
I finally did and it stung so bad as it started to run over the top and then shoot high in the air. Then it stopped and thinking I was done, he grabbed me and hugged me and kissed me, then it started again. I cried out as my pee washed between us and he said, "Fuck it, Michael! Let it go!"
I really had no control over it anyway at this point, and he was still trying to kiss me, so I kissed him back, and the shower warmed his backside and I warmed his front! I was very embarrassed ... at first, but then the feeling of relieving my bladder while kissing him overtook me and I grabbed him and pulled him to me and kissed him even deeper, whining the whole time.
When I was finished, he laughed and said, "MAN! That must have been good!"
I thought about it and trying to get past the embarrassment of just peeing on my friend, I finally said, as I rinsed off -- "Omigosh! It was! It just really was!"
"You gotta stay long enough for me to try that!"
I had to justify almost everything that we did at Gilbert's home. It was just so foreign to me. I rationalized that it was only pee and that in some cultures they even drink it.
As we were standing in the bathtub with the shower warming us, we heard the door open, a groan and a loud fart! The we heard a body sit heavily on the toilet right next to the bathtub.
"Don't use all the hot water, Fuckhead!" Said the voice.
I froze. Gilbert put his finger to his mouth. "Okay, pa! I won't. You need to use it soon?"
"Don't fuckin' back talk to me, Fuckhead! It takes forever to reheat!"
"Okay, Pa! I'm rinsing now. I'll come get you as soon as we're -- er -- I'm finished."
"I'll be in my bedroom!" The door closed.
"Shit! I didn't plan on him going in there!" Said Gilbert.
We got out immediately and dried off. He had me wait in his room. "Okay, Pa! We're -- um -- I'm done!" He said, then came back and said, "Shit!"
I heard his pa lumber across the hallway. We stole into the other bedroom and got our clothes. His pa saw us from the bathroom while he was peeing. (Doesn't anyone ever close doors around here?)
"Yer oughta wash those sheets -- don't leave that cummy mess for yer mom ta clean up!."
Again I froze. "Shit"! Said Gilbert again. "Let's get outa here!"
We dressed in our wrinkled clothing and as we went past the bedroom, his pa said, "You boys be careful! You could get a disease doing that if your not careful!" he'd already tossed the "cummy mess" in the corner. Gilbert started toward it. "Naw -- leave it! I'll take care of it!"
Somehow I got the feeling if I came back the next week, that same sheet would have still been in the corner he threw it. But ... at least he was nice about it and ... he didn't seem to care that his wife's son is gay. "Thanks Pa!" He hollered, then under his breath, "Let's get outa here!"
Only where would we go? We got into his old car and backed up past two houses and stopped in front of Joey's. "Be right back!" He said. He ran to the front door and without knocking walked in. He reappeared a few moments later with Joey in tow, dressed in nothing more than some ragged, used-to-be-white briefs with obvious weeks of dried cum in them - and a handful of crumpled clothing in his hand.
Joey grinned sleepily at me as he got in. "Oh! You're still here! You two musta had your fun last night!" He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. I saw him look at Gilbert with the obvious admiration and love of a faithful pet.
"Don't let your imagination run wild, there, Willy!" Joey again smiled gratefully when Gilbert said that. "We mostly just slept, Bro. I didn't want to scare Michael off. But I think Pa may have taken care of that for me!"
Gilbert looked at me for confirmation of what he had just said. I just shrugged, then said, "Not really."
I thought about the fact that neither Gilbert nor Joey had any idea of my circumstances. They may not even have much awareness that there are people who live differently than they do. "You're NOT buying this morning!" Said Gilbert.
"Where we goin'?" Asked Joey.
"Williams."
"How come?"
"That's where I live." I said.
We drove in silence for the next 45 minutes. When we got close to Williams, "Where should I get off?"
I live just off E street.
He pulled off the freeway at E street and I directed him to our neighborhood. As I said, the streets and houses looked about like those on Gilbert and Joey's street, but -- here all the lawns were tidy, and the houses were painted, and the roofs looked intact. Just as I was wondering if they noticed the difference, Joey said, "Nice!"
I told him which house to stop at. I invited them in. When I saw my mom, she looked repentant -- and embarrassed. I suddenly remembered that I had not taken too kindly to their revelation to me the day before -- about being adopted. Very quickly I processed the happenings of the last 18 hours. I didn't exactly think about it, but it was all there.
I had not met Joeys parents, but it was obvious that at least Gilbert's dad didn't care about his being gay ... or that I was as well. That was a strange feeling too. Before yesterday, I had never said to anyone out loud that I was gay and at Gilberts, it was just -- taken in stride and for granted.
Then it hit me. His parents truly DIDN'T care if he was gay. And in all likelihood -- from what I observed -- they pretty much just didn't care one way or the other -- about Gilbert.
Mom said, "So -- it looks like you camped out last night -- with your ... friends?
"N-not exactly." I said.
"Didn't you go out with Richard last night?
"Yeah -- to a church dance in Woodland. That's where I met -- oh! Mom -- Dad -- this is Joey and -- Gilbert.
"Gilbert!" Said Dad. "That's an old fashioned name! Makes me think of Gilbert Grape."
Oh, dad -- how could you?
"That's who I was named after! Johnny Depp is so cool! Yeah, me an' my little brother met Michael at the dance last night."
Well -- that was CLOSE to the truth!
"Rich kind of wanted to take this girl home and -- I recognized -- these guys from meeting them earlier this summer. So -- I gave Rich an out." I said.
"Well, I know that you boys haven't eaten anything this morning!" said Mom.
"How do you know that?" Asked Gilbert.
"A mother knows these things."
"Not MY mom!" Said Joey.
"Well, anyway," She looked us all over and then said, "You can get cleaned up and I'll fix something for you.
I led them to my room and got out three sets of shorts and tee shirts. Mom had them all folded neatly and in my drawers. I cringed as I watched Joey start to pull my shorts up and over his stained underwear. "Um -- Hey Joey, Gilbert and I showered this morning .. You wanna use ours?" I asked.
"Naw, it's okay!" He said.
"Joey!" Said Gilbert. "Michael was just being nice! You stink! Take a shower, Dude!"
"Oh! Okay." He said smiling.
I followed him to the bathroom and gave him a clean towel. Without even closing the door, he dropped his wrinkled clothing on the floor, his long, not-so-little-willy falling nearly to his knees. He stepped into the shower and I snatched up his clothing, leaving my shorts and tee there. I closed the door and went back for a pair of boxer shorts for him. when Gilbert saw the underwear, he said, We'll burn those!
I placed the boxers on top of the other clothes and closed the door. My sister's door opened. She walked to the bathroom door without seeing me. She heard the shower and cracked open the door. "Leave some hot water for me, M-T Head!"
"I'm over here!" I said.
She turned and said, "Oh! Then who's - " then she saw Gilbert. "Oh, hi Rich -- oh! You aren't Rich! Wait a minute! You're that guy from - "
Mom appeared to tell us breakfast was almost ready. "From Woodland!" I said quickly.
Spike pushed me in to my room and closed the door. "Where did you - ? Did you go to the City last night?" (The City is what we sometimes call San Francisco)
"Nope! I met them at a church dance!"
"Good story, Mikey!" She said -- and winked.
"No, really! It was down in Woodland. Rich took me there and I met these guys at the dance."
"Guys?"
"My little brother's in the shower."
"So -- your friends stayed over last night? How quaint!"
The door opened and Joey came in -- luckily with the towel around him.
"Hey, Dude!" He said to my sister. He walked to the bed and dropped the towel. I cringed until I saw that he had put on the shorts. He started to dry his hair. Spike left. Joey handed me the boxers. "These don't really work to well." He said, then I saw it. He was hanging lower than the shorts I'd given him. I got some briefs and he dropped the shorts, revealing himself one more time. It made me almost drool.
"Yeah, Dude, I never can quite get used to it either!" Said Gilbert.
After getting himself safely stowed, Joey went back in to the bathroom to comb his hair. Gilbert closed my door and wrapped himself around me and we kissed again. "I could get used to that!" He said.
"Me too!" I said.
Notes: For those who aren't my regular readers, my stories are not just one sexual act after another. I like a little love and intrigue. I hope you like it too! If you want, write me at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... Love, Steve