“You wanna know somethin’,” Jason said to Charlie. “That football game was smokin’. The Oilers kicked those sissy Falcons’ butts.”
Charlie burped and scratched his balls. What a cliché, Jason thought – next thing you know, he’ll be talking about getting babes.
“Whaddaya say, dude, we go down to Hooters and get us a couple of babes for the night. I’m horny and need to plant one,” Charlie said. Jason felt a dull pressure behind his eyes.
“Buddy, I have to work tomorrow. You go hunt chicks yourself.”
A half hour after Charlie left, Jason sat down at his laptop in his underwear with a scotch and soda, and looked up Michael from Coral Gables. Sexy man – he wondered if he’d be interested in a hook-up. Of course he would, Jason thought – but how about with Jason?
Funny, the guy had the same hair patterns on his stomach as Charlie, even the same square jawline and black-framed glasses. And his dick had the same shape to it as Charlie’s, too – Jason wondered if Charlie’s stood up like this guys’ when he was hard. But he squelched the thought. Charlie’d freak out if he thought Jason pictured him naked, or any other guy for that matter. Shit, everyone Jason knew would freak out.
The laptop beeped – a message from Michael. Hey sexy stud wanna come over tonight and mess around?
And just as Jason was about to reply Sure, why don’t you come over here, he saw the word Breasts flash across the screen like the titles of Gone With the Wind in that Hollywood movie …
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