“Why am I lucky enough to get your ass all the time, Danny?”

He gave me a very confused look. “I thought…well…because you asked, sir.”

“Because I asked?”

“Yes, sir, “he said, still struggling for words. “I like pleasing guys by giving them what they ask for, I guess.”

I wondered what the limits of his passivity were. “So if it pleased me to ask for a hundred dollars, I’d get your money, too?”

“Well, no, of course not,” he said, laughing a shy laugh, “that’s ridiculous.”

“Right,” I said, “Giving away your money doesn’t do anything for you at all. But getting your butt pumped…”

He laughed, turning red and facing away.

“What I’m trying to get you to admit is that this isn’t all charity work, Danny. You enjoy it when guys fuck you, right?”

“Well, older guys,” he said, grinning, but still not meeting my eyes.

 My dick stirred knowing I might be getting something the snobby young preps at Zayre couldn’t have. “What about all the guys on campus? I’m sure they’re after that tail, too.”

Before he could answer, his door whipped open. A tall, thin man, about my age, barged in and did a double take when he saw me.

“Whoa!” he said, “I…uh…”

He had shoulder length brown hair and an unkempt mustache. He was not someone I would have done. He wasn’t from town, but he looked vaguely familiar.

“Is your name Bernard?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “Uh, I guess I walked in on something. I’m sorry.” he said backing away very reluctantly. He was mesmerized by Danny’s beauty. Danny was still nude and lying on his side but half turned to face Bernard. His eyes traced Danny’s soft features from his lips to his gorgeously pumped chest to his narrow waist and stopped, of course, at his full, round ass.

“I guess you’re a friend of Howard’s, too?”