| JOEY |
I watched him leave, watched his thick shoulders in his white t-shirt, his tight waist and thick legs. What a little stud. My dick started to get hard, so I had to think about calculus again to get back on track. No sense getting all worked up over him when I had to spend a couple of hours with him. I could think about him later on, though… He was gone for a little while, longer than I would expect. I couldn’t think what would be keeping him, but I soon found out. He came back in, entering the room slowly and shutting the door behind him. He held something in his hand, behind his back. “Where’d you go? The drugstore downtown?” I asked him. He smiled weakly, then said, “Nawwww.” “So?” I asked. “It’s just, um…” I waited. He was silent, his face scrunched. “It’s just what?” I asked. “I, um, well, I found the aspirin.” “Well, that’s cool. Take some?” “Yeah…” He didn’t reply for a second or two. “Annnnd?” I asked. “And, there was, um, uh, well, this,” he said, showing me his hand. He held out my thermometer. And my jar of Vaseline. Oops. I played it cool. “Yeah, that’s mine.” “Well, is it, um, I mean, whew,” he said, his eyes wide, looking at what was in his hand. “Is it a, um-“ “It’s a thermometer, dude.” “Yeah, I know!” he said quickly. “But is it one of those that, you know, you, um,” he asked, his arm gesturing in the air. “Is it one that goes up your butt? Yeah,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Wow!” he said, his eyes getting really big this time. “Um, is it a problem?” I asked him. . |