"Hey, man, I'm hungry from all
that running around. What say we get some food?”
“Yeah, sure,
but not like this.”
“I'll drive
you home, you can get changed. We can go to Carmichael's.”
“OK, I'm cool
with that.”
We walked
over to Alvin's ride, a well-kept Infiniti with leather
seats and a sunroof. Obligingly, Alvin opened the trunk and
retrieved a big, red beach towel. I was glad he had one. I
thought I was going to fry with my bare torso on his hot
leather. Leather...oh, how hot Vin would look in a pair
of tight leather shorts and a black leather collar...Burying
those thoughts deep down, I got into Alvin's car, he swung
into traffic, and soon, we were at my house. Again, as I
put the key in my door, I could have sworn I felt Alvin's
eyes behind me, looking my tight ass over. Just wishful
thinking?
“Relax, Vin,
I'm just gonna get washed up and change. Shouldn't be too
long. The remote's on the table if you want to watch TV.”
“Cool, man,
take your time.”
I
retreated to the bathroom, and peeled off my sweat-soaked
shorts and drawers. I turned on the water, and stood naked
as I waited for the shower to warm up. Even in summer, I
loved my hot showers. Damn, I'm butt naked, and Alvin's
in my living room, that gorgeous fucking hunk. If I went out
there and said, “here I am,” would he fuck me silly...or lay
me out?
