Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 22:41:37 -0800 (PST) From: Floyd Fowler Subject: Laying Pipe 2 This story involves language of a vivid and explicit nature if you do not wish to read such language. This story involves male on male sexual activities including but not limited to anal and oral sex. This story involves sex between a consenting teen and a consenting adult where the teen is sixteen and the adult is nineteen. This story is sexual in nature and if you don't wish to view such materials exit the page. Some1 told me my grammar sucks, well that's stupid. I'm writing in slang so the rules of grammar change... jackass For people who don't understand the slang (Shout out to Scandinavia) a slang dictionary will help or just email me your questions. I'll use less slang than last time because so many ppl were confused That being said... enjoy Laying Pipe pt 2: Clair-bear It's a week after Carter and I hook up. Clarence been acting cool so either he don't know or he don't care. I'm in the room chillin and shit. I'm wearing nothing but some sweats. I had come from my last class and took a long ass shower, =]. I'm just sitting there catching up on some Z's. My chest shines from the oil I rubbed all over my skin. The suck mark Carter had put on my neck is visible for the world to see. Then the door opens. Since I'm just lying down I don't even look towards the door. Then I hear Clarence, "Is he sleep?" Then Carter, "I think so." I turn my head to look at the redbone and his caramel brother. Carter smiles wide and goofy. Clarence notices the way his brother looks at me. Not that I care. So Carter sits at the desk, which is closer to my bed. I can almost see Clarence's anger burning under his skin. Carter didn't tell him. He thinks Carter's gonna start flirting with me but... He kinda is. I guess his problem is that he think I'm gone hurt the lil guy. I'm not... well, not in the way he thinks I am. I chuckle inside. So I get up and swing my feet out in front of me. "Aye lil bit." I say to Carter with this big cheesy ass grin I reserve for close friends and people who have the potential to become closer. "Hi Sean." he says, his eyes obviously not on my face and his voice a lot more than friendly. "Nigga put a shirt on!" Clarence snaps. "Motha fucka make me." I snap back, "The Fuck is yo problem?" I obviously don't have a problem cussing Clarence out but the question was real. I know what it is but I wanna see if he'll fess up. "I ain't got no damn problem." Clarence answers. "You bout to have a fucking problem." I say before turning back to Carter. I purposely lean toward him. My expression is still friendly. Inside I'm wondering how long Clarence is gone take this. "So was sup lil bit." I say, voice smooth as velvet. "His name is Carter." Clarence snaps... again. "Nigga you got PMS? Is it that time of the fucking month?" that wasn't a real question, that was some real irate bullshit. Sorry. "Clarence, calm down." Carter says softly, "It's okay." Clarence just looks at me. His fists are clenched but I know he's not thinking about hitting me. He tried it freshman year of high school and it didn't turn out well, for him. Then he shoots Carter a nasty look before sitting down in his bed. "What's wrong man?" I say to Clarence with my voice all soft "Nothing! Mind yo fucking business!" he snappy today, damn nigga. I resist the urge to yell back or cuss him out this time. You gotta be patient with strait niggas. "Dude, calm down." I tell him with my velvet voice, "You need some alone time?" For a minute he just gives me this dirty ass look but then his face softens and he turns away from me, "Yeah man, if you could leave for a little bit that'd be good." He gulps, "Thanks." I smile. I just mind fucked that nigga and he don't even know it, "Well since you need to be alone I'll go get something for us to snack on. What you want... My treat." He warming up now but he gone be pissed, "Aight, just get me something from... Chipotle, you know how I like it." He likes it hard and sloppy but... with a girl. lmao "Aight cool. I'll take Carter with me..." He goes ridged, "...and... dude are you aight?" He don't answer. Carter doesn't look at him but Clarence is starring bullets into the back of his neck. If looks could kill Carter would be on the ground and already stinking. "Why is he going with you?" "You said you needed to be alone." I don't remind him that he just said yes to my question. That'd be stupid. "Whatever man... Just go." He sounds hurt. That sad sulky ass look don't suite him. Picture a fine ass cocoa nigga with this big ass frown. It would break my heart... if I cared a little more. So Carter gets up. His face is contorted with a mixture of joy and fear. Like he scared but trying to hold in a laugh. I don't know what it is about his face but looking at him sends a shiver into my lower regions. Kid is sexy. Carter doesn't say anything as I open the door, "You walking out naked nigga?" Clarence says. I can't stop my fucking lips from pulling into this big ass smile. I walk over to my dresser and grab a shirt. It's sleeveless, I like to show off. Now remember I'm still in the room with the two of them and I have on NOTHING but sweats. I do mean nothing. I drop the sweats and I hear Clarence curse loudly. I'm told I have a nice ass, but most tops leave me alone nowadays. I make sure my dick is visible by spreading my legs slightly as I step out the sweats. I ignore Clarence's little outburst, pulling out some boxers and pulling them on before putting on some jeans. Then I turn around to see Carter's shoulders drooping and Clarence's eyes glistening. The brothers stare at one another for a few moments before Clarence turns to me with this look on his face that actually breaks my heart. It's like he in pain or something. "Carter... get out." Clarence says, "I need to talk to Sean." Carter's face becomes smug but he ducks out without objection. "What the fuck man!?" "What's wrong?" I ask playing ignorant the whole time. "Man I know you don't care about yo shit hangin out but please, not in front of my brother. Please." He's begging. This nigga has been putting up a front the whole time. He makes his brother think that he don't like gay people but in the end he just wants me to NOT hurt him. It's sweet. I wish I had a big brother. "Why?" I ask, still playing ignorant. "If you don't want to take him that's cool but... Sean if you do ANYTHING to him after I tell you this I'm gone beat yo fucking ass." Damn... Clair-Bear cares, "He's... he... my brother's..." I roll my eyes, strait niggas always get on my nerves, "Gay?" I finish for his stuttering ass. Clarence bites his lip then he slowly nods. I chuckle and he looks at me like I'm crazy. "Awwww... Clair-Bear you softy." I say as I push his shoulder. He gives me this weird look. "Dude..." he says as if seeing me for the first time. "What." I say as if he's annoying me for the first time. "You cool with... him?" he says as if not comprehending. If only he knew how cool we was, but I shouldn't be the one to let the nigga know. That's Carter's job. "Clarence, you my nigga." I rap his knuckles with mine. "What you gone do if he flirt with you?" Clarence snaps, taking his fist from mine. Damn, it's that serious? "What if he don't?" "He saw yo dick... he will." I try to give him this you-crazy look... I don't think he got it though. "Bye nigga." I tell him as I walk towards the door. "Sean if you hurt him I'll fucking kill you." Now that hurt. Clarence and I have been as thick as thieves since fifth grade. I understand and I know I would feel the same way. That doesn't stop the shit from hurting. "Maaaan." I feel my shoulders droop as my voice comes out a lot softer than I wanted it to. I can't even muster up the energy to pretend to cuss him out. In all honesty Clarence himself had been my first crush. This is some bullshit. When he sees that I'm feeling down he takes a step towards me, "I said it's cool." I repeat. It's driving me crazy not telling him I boned his brother. He might punch me in the face or even go for the low blow. I can take him but I just don't want to have to. I knew I shouldn't have gotten in this shit. Now I have a chance to get out. Just stop flirting with that redbone, luscious lipped, dick sucking and perfect for fucking nigga outside. Right... like that's gonna happen. "Clarence don't say shit like that." I know I sound like a bitch but I can't help it. I can even feel that fucking itch behind my eyes. I am NOT going to cry. I refuse. Then Clarence's arm is around me, "Man forget it, be cool alright." When he puts his arm around me like this it tickles my horny bone, "Nigga get off me." he says, pushing my shoulder as if I was the one on him. I know he just being over-protective of his brother, I know he wants me to be happy and for his brother to be happy. "You are one fucked up nigga." I let him know. "Sorry... forget I said anything. Just remember, I love him." So I turn and, with a new pep in my step, I open the door. Carter's fine ass jumps up. He had to have been looking in the keyhole of something. He gives me this bright ass smile and I push him. I hear Clarence's voice behind me telling me to "Watch it" and I hand Carter my keys, "It's the only truck in the lot, turn on air." Then I turn around and head back in to wage war on Clarence's overprotective ass. "Do you remember when we were in gym and everybody found out Billy, the only white kid in the whole fucking school, was gay?" I say before he has a chance to stop me or say something stupid. Clarence nods. "Everybody around him, with the exception of us, started treating him different. That is, until he came on to me. You remember that?" He did, he had been in the parking lot when Billy told me I was the finest thing he'd seen all his life, "What did I do?" "You started yelling and cussing like he shot you." Clarence says, not seeing my point. "Did I hurt him?" "um... no." He starts avoiding my eyes. "What happened the next day?" I continue. He still looks confused, "Nothing." "No, I said sorry to his ass after second period... nigga. Then YO black ass said I didn't have to say sorry to that fag." "What's yo point?" "My point is I've dealt with this. If he want me he want me. Can't blame him anyway, I'm fine as hell." Clarence gives me the nigga-you-stupid look and I know he trusts me now, which is a shame because when he finds out I'm boning his brother he more likely than not is gonna be pissed. It's fess up now or deal with it later. I did want Carter to be the one to tell him... oh well. "Besides I got something to tell you." I gulp this time. "What?" "Well... you see... it's like this..." I take a deep breath and widen my stance, "He told me he was... gay... last time." "That stupid ass nigga!" he yells. I chuckle as he continues, "He lucky it was you. You my nigga for life man." He actually breaks down. His whole body goes limp and he falls back into his bed. His voice shakes as he speaks, "He always flirting with the wrong nigga. I've had to beat like five big ass nigga's down cause of his ass." "Damn Clair-Bear relax." I can see his eyes are wet. Clarence isn't the crying type. This is a first and it scares me a little. He didn't even cry when he broke his leg, but he was unconscious so that doesn't really count. "Thank you... thank you. Sean you don't have any idea how much this means to me." he says while holding his fist out for mine. "I'm not finished..." "Huh?" "Well... Nigga this is hard as hell... but... we... uh" as I search for some easy way to say I blew your brother's back out his eyes widen. "Whoa, WHOA. Did you? And he? Nigga are ya'll... together?" he gives me this odd look and my entire mind body and soul scream for me to duck out now, make up a lie or anything. That is my entire existence except that tiny angel on my shoulder telling me he deserves to know. "Yeah." I tense. If he hits me once I'll just take it but two or more and I'm showing his ass whose boss. This nigga starts laughing. I chuckle a little, but I'm coming down from an adrenaline high and more than a little confused. "Uh... Clair-Bear." "Do NOT call me that," He chuckles, "You fag. Why you ain't told me? I could've hooked ya'll up a long time ago." "Does `shouldn't apologize to that fag' ring a bell?" "I'm sorry." he says through a mouthful of giggles. I roll my eyes as I head for the door, "Whatever. We'll be right back." "Awww hell naw you ain't about to take my lil brother nowhere wit yo horny ass." "but... I'm hungry." I try, knowing it won't work. He got his mind made up. "I'll go get something but I'm gone be RIGHT back." He walks down the hall laughing. I mentally curse my own honesty as I return to the room... alone... and not getting any of that amazing head. That stupid ass nigga. I can't believe I told him. I calm myself down. Ain't shit I can do about it now. So I decide to take me another "shower". Then just as I'm opening the door to the bathroom a pair of knuckles rap on the door. I open them to see Carter's brilliant smile. Damn this kid looks happy. "I thought yo brother was taking you." I try not to show how happy I am. Don't want to look clingy. "I told him I couldn't go cause I had yo keys. I thought he'd fuck you up for sho." He says with his head at a tilt and his mouth spreading across his face in that lopsided grin I like. "Whatever nigga... C'mere." He walks into my arms. I pull his body against mine and push the door closed. His lips touch mine and the pit of my stomach tightens, like I've been waiting for this too long. Shit I HAVE been waiting too long. I feel the warmth flooding my dick as I stick my tongue into his mouth. I feel his hands sliding up my abs, and I begin sliding mine down his back towards that luscious donk. I grip and massage his ass under his jeans. It's so plump and almost hot to the touch. Heat rolls off his body. This boy is hot as fuck. My hands find his hips. I firmly push him away from me while pulling his shirt up. As I throw the shirt onto the floor he bites his lips while trying to suppress a smile. He slowly turns around. His hands work his belt, whipping it out suddenly after a few seconds. He unbuttons his jeans. With a playful grin and a glance back at me he undoes the zipper loudly. I pull off my shirt just in time to see his pants fall to the floor. Then he slides his boxers down halfway, showing off the top of that sexy ass. I hook my finger in the band right where his cheeks part. A huge dent appears in my pants. As I slide my finger up and down, letting my knuckle rub his hole. "You like that?" I ask. "mmmmm hmmm." He says while biting his lip. He begins grinding back on my dick tent. I shiver. Then I have an idea. I begin sucking on his neck again as I use my pelvis and legs to guide him towards the bathroom door. "We should stop." he says softly, you can tell he doesn't want to. "Why you say that?" I ask with my voice low as I push him towards the shower. His hands grip my pants, pulling my dent closer to his almost bare ass. "Cause Clarence said he'll be right back." I let go of him. He pulls up his boxers and turns around, "I don't want him walking in while we... you know." he chuckles softly. So I shut the door and lock it, "Problem solved." Then I grab the waist band of his boxers, "Now... how about a shower?" He chuckles but tugs his boxers out of my hand, "He gone know what we doing." I roll my eyes, "So." I place my hands on his hips. "So? So don't you think it'll be weird if my brother knows someone's banging his brother in the shower?" "So you don't want to?" I say, trying to sound hurt. I'm too scandalous. If I keep tricking this nigga like this he gone eventually find out what I'm doin. "It's not that, it's just... Clarence." "Baby, C'mon. Clair-Bear isn't here." "He'll be here." "How bout a quickie?" After I say quickie his lip sinks back into his mouth. He tilts his head and I want to fucking scream. My dick is so hard my underwear and jeans are hurting, He so hard his dick is poking through the hole of his boxers and he talking about Clarence? What kind of sixteen year old nigga is this? "Aight... a quickie." he says. Now I feel bad, because I have no intentions of ending quickly. Poor Clair-Bear. So I turn on the water. As we wait for the shower to heat up Carter jumps out his boxers. As I'm adjusting the temperature he's pulling at my shorts. Cool air suddenly hits my exposed body as my clothes fall to the floor. My hand is in the water checking the temperature as I look down to see my hard dick waving up at me, and I turn to see Carter smiling back at me. The water is perfect now. I hold the glass door open for him. He walks in. He's got the same shy I-don't-know-what-to-do look he had last time, which was his first time if I remember correctly. I watch as the shower paints his body with raindrops and he stands there a little too self conscious. You can tell he's nervous by the way his dick is slightly softer than before. I decide he needs a confidence boost before I get too into it to remember why. So I walk into the warm shower spray. "Damn nigga." my voice is soft as I plant a kiss on his lips. He shivers as my hands slide down his back towards those bubbly cheeks. Instead of grabbing his ass I begin working a finger into him, "Look at yo fine ass." He moans loudly, working his ass against my fingers like they're a dick. I stuff another finger in and hear his breath whoosh out suddenly. He practically climbs into my arms as I finger his fuck chute. "Sean..." He says through clenched teeth. "What?" I whisper back at him before sucking on his neck. "Fuck Clarence." I'd love too but I don't think that's what he meant. "Well fuck Clarence then." I agree as I pull my fingers out of him and lower his feet back to the porcelain floor. As he stands there he looks at me like I'm confusing him or something. He can't not know what I want. I gotta get some of that bomb ass head. I gotta. So I pull his neck down towards my stomach and he instantly knows what I want, "Man you already know I can't fit this shit in my mouth." he complains. "I thought you liked sucking dick?" I say, still pushing his head down. His knees hit the shower floor and he looks at my monster with those same eyes as last time. Like the storm clouds just parted and he can see the sun for the first time in days. He grasps it firmly in his hands. Water runs down his hair onto his face. Then his hot mouth is on me again. I shutter as his lips pull at my head with that amazing suction. His hands work the shaft, both strong fists twisting and massaging. His suction on my dick alone sends another shutter through my body. He drops a hand and pulls me in and out of his mouth. I hear him gag as I involuntarily thrust forward. It just feels so good, my body doing shit on it's own. His lungs suck me in and his tight grip pulls me out. Then he pulls my dick up and I almost flinch again. He pauses for a moment then takes one of my fuzzy balls into his mouth. The tingle spreads up my body. A moan erupts from my lips as I hold onto the top of the glass shower door while falling back first into the tiled wall. He slurps around my shaft and I go weak in the knees. I can't possibly be expected not to hump into all that. I don't have that much willpower. I try to stop my hands from griping his now soaked head, that doesn't work. Soon I'm pulling his head into me and he gags around my ten inches every time I thrust into his mouth. He forces his head off, slipping out of my grip, and looks up at me. From the look on his face he's only a little annoyed by my lack of self control. I don't care, it's his fucking fault anyway. "My bad..." I say, this big goofy grin coming out of nowhere. "It's alright... you'd be surprised how much that happens." "No I wouldn't. Lil bit you got some skills." He smiles up at me like I just made his world. I get that he appreciates the positive criticism, and I meant it, but he trippin. My dick is hard enough to bust through steal and break pipes. A quick suggestive glance down reminds him of the dick waiting for his continued attention. Then he slurps up my staff. My stomach pulls in as I try to resist the urge to make him gag again. His heated mouth on my stick has my legs quivering. He loves the taste of my pre. I know I gotta be leaking like crazy because his tongue keeps rubbing my piss slit over and over which sends wave after wave of pleasure through my head. His left hand slides up my body and he lets my dick fall out of his mouth. "Dayum..." I say as he stands facing me. He's soaked from head to toe and looking good. The warm caress of the shower on my back and chest as it runs down my legs combined with the BEST BLOW JOB in the world. I could get used to this. I look at his red-yellow chest and down at his hard dick. It's got to be like six or seven inches long strait and pointing at me. I laugh as I grip it. I tighten my fist around it and use the water to slide up and down the shaft. He moans but I already know that his dick isn't his favorite body part, or at least it's not the one he wants me to play the most attention to. So I pull back and forth for a few moments before taking him by the hips and twisting his body. As he turns around he pokes his ass out. Looking at that beautiful soft yet firm puckered donk makes me thank the Lord for this boy as he slides his hands up and down the crevice of his luscious ass cheeks. I watch the water roll down his curvy ass and I almost forget that he's not that used to dick and shoved it in. Like all newer bottoms his shit is immaculate. A little hair in the crevice and that one eyed pucker starring up at me, almost reaching for me. He continues to slide those cute little hands up and down his cheeks, spreading them and massaging his hole. I kneel, letting the water flood over my hair as my knees hit the floor. I plan to do something, for him, that I reserve for long term fuck buddies. Something I don't do a lot because many niggas ain't as clean as this. I lick my lips and look up to see him looking back with wide eyes. I can't believe I'm doing this but... lil bit is getting to me. I remove his hands and water begins running not only down my face and the back of my head but my eyes as well. Then I purse my lips and dive in. First I lay my tongue over the entrance and taste him. Not great but not bad at all which is what you want. If there's a nigga in this world got a tasty ass I've never had one. All you can hope for is not-bad and this nigga is very not bad. I feel him cringe as I turn on the suction. His body moves this way and that and I know this is the freakiest thing he's ever felt. I know because it's the freakiest thing I've ever felt. So I suck, grind my face into and lick his parted cheeks while water cascades down our bodies. He moans loudly as I caress, poke and prod his passage with my tongue. I love the way he cringes away even as he pushes back. That makes my tongue and lips lick and suck harder. "Shhiiiiiiitttt Nigaa!" he wines, then I add fingers to the equation, stuffing one into his hole while rubbing the erect penile bone between his sac and ass. That really sets him off. He starts grinding into my face. He yells out all kinds of cuss words and shit and I know he really likes this. Then a fist begins pounding on the door. "WHAT THE FUCK YA'LL DOING IN THERE?!" Clair-Bear's voice rips though both of us. Only he's scared and I'm amused. He doesn't lose his arousal like a lot of guys would. I like that. So I yell back, "NOTHING" Before giving Carter one last suck resulting in a loud smack. "Man that's weak." "I'm alone!" I say as I stand up, holding Carter against the tiled wall with my right hand so he can't leave for fear of his brother. "NIGGA I HEAR CARTER IN THERE." "Carter? Where? Damn nigga is that you?" I say as if noticing him in there for the first time. Damn I'm a mean bastard. "YOU SICK FUCK!" I start ignoring him. I look at Carter and you can tell knowing Clair-Bear's in the other room is turning him on. It's like he wants his brother to hear how much fun this is for him. Like he wants Clarence to hear exactly how much he likes being some nigga's dick sleeve. "Hey baby..." I whisper over the shower spray. "Yeah..." he wines, I know his ass is feeling too good right now after all that "attention". "You want it?" I ask as he looks at me, begging with his eyes for it. "Nigga fuck me!" he wines again as if his life depends on it. I love watching the bitch bleed right out of him. I love the way he stares at me with those mocha brown eyes begging and his ass reaching for me. I love the way he pushes against my hand even as I'm holding my dick and guiding it towards him. I lean forward and wipe his ass hole with my dick. Pleasure shoots up my spine and my balls tighten. I hold there, "Now ask like you got some damn sense." I whisper into his ear. I know it's cruel but that nigga better say please. "Pleeeeaaaase." he wines, "Please Sean. Pleeeeaaaase." I love the sound of his voice when he does that. It makes me feel powerful, like I have all the control. I roll my hips, impaling him with the head of my dick. His anal ring clamps shut around the fringe of my head. I guess he thought it would be easier the second time because it doesn`t seem like he was prepared. A groan is released from his lips and I hold his hips steady. His face begins turning red as he attempts to squirm away. He lays his head on my shoulder and suppresses another groan. So I hold still. This is what he wants and with practice I'll slide in easier but I hate seeing him turning red in the face because of the strain. Then his features soften. A lopsided smile appears on his face and I know he ready. I push forward some more. No resistance, none. He moans loudly as I slide forward. Just like last time I only get a little more than half way before his anal ring tightens and I can go no further. I try to force my way into him but his hands push down and grab my thighs as he suppresses a yelp. "Damn nigga slow the fuck down!" he whispers as Clarence stops beating the door. I let out a long breath. I'm fucking ready to blow his back out. I sigh and hold still as he shifts around. I ain't letting his ass go and I wanna fuck but at the same time, I can't keep hurtin him like that. He takes some deep breaths and his ass gives way. Yeesssss So I push forward, slow this time, and he groans. He tightens down a little so I work my hips back and forth. He begins moving against me and I take that as the go ahead. With his head still on my shoulders I begin to feed more dick into him. He gasps at first but doesn't stop me. I begin sucking his neck and he responds with a low moan. I reciprocate. This is some good ass. It's tight, hot and it snaps on my dick every time I withdraw. "Man," I tell him, "I love the way your ass clings to my dick." "nnunnn..." "It's like you never want to let me go." I whisper, "Do you want to let me go?" "nooo..." he groans. "What?" I'm a mean bastard. He clears his throat and repeats, "No." I then take his hips in my hand and begin pulling his ass as I slam my hips forward. He yelps every time I thrust forward and groans every time I withdraw. I speed up and begin sawing my ten inches in and out of him so that he doesn't have time to think, just react. He is fucking beautiful. The way he pushes my thighs as I fuck him silly, the way his face wears this fantastic smile while my dick is being driven deep into his luscious ass. I could fuck this little nigga for hours. I reach around and begin pulling his dick as I blow his back out. He moans and whines but humps into my tight grip. His chest heaves, my pelvis slams into his tight hole. Then his ass clamps down around my dick like a vice, he hollers out something that sounds like my name and five long ropes of creamy man juice spurt out of his dick. As his dick spits his ass becomes so tight I lose it. I pound into his hot insides like there's no tomorrow. With my arms wrapped around his torso I slam those bubbly ass cheeks and that tight hole until I feel my climax. I thrust into that tight ass and feel my dick swell inside him. I thrust forward hard then hold there as his insides are painted white by the torrent of semen shooting out of my dick. I holler as I'm consumed by one of the most intense orgasms possible. The sound of the shower and our breaths are the only sound in the entire room now. His head is still on my shoulder, so I begin to suck his ear. I taste his flesh down to his neck where I mark him again. He rubs the spot when I move away from it. He stares at me like I'm the greatest, most beautiful nigga in the world. He pulls my dick out, turns around and kisses me. I force my mouth into his while pushing his ass against the tile. He cringes but keeps kissing me, pulling our bodies together until Clarence's voice shoots through the room, "NIGGAS." I wipe my mouth and we rinse off. I don't know what I'm gone say to that nigga. Carter walks out first and I see the raw red part of his ass where I kept slamming into him. Where I was gripping his hips there's a red hand print. I take a towel and dry him off, he silently stares at me the whole time as I rub his body with the towel. I dry myself off and we both put on what little clothes we have in the bathroom with us. We walk out to meet Clarence. I'm wearing jeans and he's wearing his boxers. I can't help grinning as I open the door...