As I stepped into the shower, concealing my nakedness, Barry pulled back his towel, slapping my butt with it.“Did that hurt enough, or do you want more?” he joked.
I wanted more but did not react.
After showering, when I went into the room Barry sat on a log by the raging fire, the room sizzling. I am not referring to the room temperature entirely. He draped his towel around his shoulders, managing to hide in a pair of white Jockey shorts. So conforming to his attire, I put on a clean pair of underpants, while he fetched two more cans of Rainer Ale.
While we sat on the log together before that intense fire in the wood burning stove, indulging in The Green Death and sparingly chewing on our sandwiches, I confessed my insecurities to make love with Shelley.
He startled me with his acknowledgement. I felt a bond between us, when he revealed the same hesitancy with Sue. “Do you think I should change my hair- or grow a mustache?” Barry asked.
I assured him he had no problems with his looks. “You’re more good looking than any other guy. You’re a knockout! I mean that’s how the girls see you. You don’t have to change your appearance for anyone.”
We both loosened and relaxed, quite possibly from the Rainer Ale.
He wrapped his left arm around my shoulders. “Billie you are my best friend. You know. You’ve always been there to help me out. You’re so smart. Sometimes I feel a special, different kind of feeling around you. You know what I mean.”
My insides surged with expectations with his complimentary words of idolization, sending me scrambling for words to further our friendship. We sat before that wood burning stove with heat exuding, our arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. As we continued drinking more cans of Rainer Ale, confiding our friendship and brotherhood, I do not know how to explain what happened next. As he talked, tightening his arm around my shoulder, a bulge in my Jockey shorts pushed forward. I glanced towards his crotch, noting his penis surging out too. I started shivering. I hoped our hesitations would plummet, allowing our anticipated expectations to burst.
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Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/
Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com