My mind was abuzz the whole week. I wondered if Bill and Sean 'played together' when I wasn't around. The thought would always trigger a wave of heat in my crotch. Wednesday night Sean called my house. "hope you plan to be at class tomorrow night. Any chance you can stop by before and pick me up?" I was more than I could have hoped for. "o and by the way, Bill wants to come to our class and watch. Bill thinks you're great and hopes to see you more often." So what does that mean?
I made sure to leave plenty of time to get to Sean's apartment...in fact I arrived 30 minutes earlier than planned. Wait in the car outside? That seemed stupid, so I went up, knocked on the door, and was delighted to see Sean answer. He gave me a solid handshake and a shoulder bump and invited me in. "Hey mate, I've been running some laundry downstairs and don't want to leave it in the machine...I need to run down and get it...be back in 10." No problem. I dropped into the beanbag chair, closed my eyes, and listened to the soft background music. It had been a long week of classes, and I was exhausted. In a moment or two, I was in that pre-sleep twilight zone. I heard the side door open, and without fully opening my eyes, could see Bill in the doorway in a pair of gym shorts - and from the looks of things, nothing else. "hey, welcome back" Bill offered, "mind if I join you while Sean does his stuff?" "Sure, no problem." Bill had an amazing body, and carried it with an ease of someone who knew the effect it had on others. He dropped in the chair across from me, and from my vantage point on the floor, there was a clear view up his shorts...and what appeared to be his package clad in a speedo I hadn't seen before. "you guys have inspired me...I decided to buy a Speedo of my own." Really? White?
Did he know what happens when wet?
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