| JOEY |
| “What? These?” he asked, though he knew the answer. “Yeah, bro, the thermometer and the stuff.” He blushed again, and then walked slowly over to me, placing the thermometer and the jar in my outstretched hand. I took a moment to take in the scene. Wow. This fucking hot little stud was finally about to get his temperature taken in his butt, and I was going to do it. “Take off your jeans,” I said to him. “Pull your shorts off, too, and go lie on the bed. I’ll show you what it feels like to have your temperature taken in your butt.” His eyes grew really, really wide, then he smiled. “Uh, ok,” he said. Man, my dick was going to burst through my jeans. Joey unbuckled his belt slowly, then unbuttoned his jeans. He nudged them and they slid quietly to the floor from his muscular body. What a pair of legs on this kid—big thick quads, nice calf muscles, all covered in fine hair except by his crotch, where it thickened and went up into his underwear. He walked slowly to the bed, moved the books and lay down. Then, he arched his back and put his hands in his waistband, slipping his briefs down around his legs. He brought his body down and spread his legs slightly. What an ass on Joey. Beautiful white globes, perfectly muscled, thick upper legs just underneath, the cheeks spread just so slightly, waiting. I stood and stared, my crotch throbbing. He turned his head around and looked at me. “Um, I’m ready, I guess,” he said. “Slip off your shorts all the way, bro. Easier that way,” I told him. He did as he was told, sliding the underwear off and tossing it to the floor. “Cool,” I managed to say, and walked over to the bed. I opened the case and took the thermometer out, tossing the Vaseline on the bed. Joey turned around again and stared at the rod as I shook it down. “It won’t hurt, right?” he asked me. “No, man, don’t worry.” I checked the temperature reading, then lowered my arm. “Open that for me, would you, bro?” I asked him, nodding at the Vaseline. “Yeah, sure” he said, propping himself on an elbow and then turning to grab the jar. His thick shoulder muscles rippled with the effort of twisting his torso. “Here,” he said, twisting off the lid and holding the jar for me. I plunged the thermometer in a couple of times, coating it well. Joey smiled and blushed, again. What a hot kid he was when he blushed. “We should make sure it goes in well, Joey,” I said. “Oh yeah? What do you mean?” he asked. “Well, I’m gonna put a little of this on your butthole, ok, man?” I asked him. |