Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2018 14:01:17 -0500 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Just being friendly, chapter 2 Life took over soon after Barry left: I had work that evening, and forgot to bring the books with me. They were still sitting on the counter when I got home, but I was too tired to walk over to Barry's apartment. I resolved to drop them off before school in the morning, and set my alarm special. Tom was either dead asleep or spending the night with yet another girl when I rolled out of bed. I had an idea of when high school started, and figured I needed to get to Barry's place before 7:00. I brushed my teeth and hair, and hurried the few blocks to the boys' apartment. I made one stop, at the deli. At first I knocked timidly, mindful of the hour, but then I remembered the firm rap Tom had needed to rouse these sleeping beauties. That was enough to get some groans from the other side of the door, and then Joe opened it wide, dressed as he had been the last time I'd seen him: in just a pair of briefs, sleep still clouding his eyes. "Hey, Joe," I said, walking in like Tom had the time before, "is Barry around? He left his books at my place after tutoring yesterday." "Nah, man," Joe said, closing the door behind me. I wasn't sure if he actually remembered me, but he was comfortable enough. He scratched his skinny stomach and then stretched, revealing armpits just as hairless, before continuing. "He didn't come home last night." "Too bad," I said, placing the cups of coffee I'd gotten at the deli on the only clear corner of the kitchen table. "One of these was for him." "It's mine now," Joe said, snatching up the closer. "Serves him right for chasing pussy last night." I stifled a grin. Barry had a lot more active sex life than I might have guessed, if Joe was correct. Sitting uninvited on the couch, I watched Joe as he drank. Barry had more meat on his bones than his roommate, but that didn't mean Joe was hard on the eyes. His brown hair was just long enough to get a good bed-head going, which was pretty cute. There were just a few freckles across his cheeks, with his skin otherwise being that warm, pale, pinkish color of healthy white boys if they spend most of their time inside. His lips and nipples were of a matching rosy hue. Below that unruly mop, I spied not a single hair anywhere I could see. "Sorry I woke you," I said. "I was technically awake," he said, "but not exactly. I was enjoying having the bed to myself." "You share?" He nodded, then sat down beside me, legs splayed. "We talked about getting a futon, but don't have the money," he said. "No one can sleep on this couch; it's horrible. We're both pretty small, so it's okay. He doesn't bring his fuck toys home anymore." "Anymore?" "One time he came home with Cindy Evans," Joe said. "Do you have a cigarette?" I produced one for him, and he continued. "They were both a little drunk and making out right here on the couch next to me, and finally they tried climbing up into the bed." He laughed, and scratched at his crotch. "She was too wobbly and couldn't make it up the ladder, so he ended up doing her doggy-style right there in front of me," he concluded, pointing right in front of the couch. "She was okay with it?" I asked. He nodded again. "She didn't care, and said so. Just fuck me now, she said, and that's what Barry did." "But only that one time," I said. "Yeah, we kinda had a fight about that, because I wanted to ask her to suck my dick but Barry wouldn't let me. We finally agreed no sex here unless everyone inside is invited to get off." Maybe there had been a fight, but remembering the incident had made Joe pop a boner, or maybe it was just morning wood. I could plainly see how his bright white briefs were now sticking out. I wanted to caress the inside of his thigh as he sat next to me, legs spread. I wanted to touch his soft balls, and run my fingertip up along his young, eager shaft. I wanted to lean over and slip my tongue between his lips, or onto that little nipple of his. I wanted to slide my hand down the back of his underpants and feel his tiny little ass cheeks. "How's that working for you?" I said. He shrugged. "I jerk off when I'm alone," he said simply. His penis twitched. "We haven't shared a girl yet, if that's what you mean. I actually haven't done anything at all yet. Barry's the stud." "Sometimes you just have to be brave enough to ask," I said, mouth dry. "You never know who might be willing to fool around, if you keep an open mind." He nodded, and stood up. "Thanks for the coffee, man. You want Barry to call you or anything, or just tell him you dropped his stuff?" "Call if he wants, but we already set up the next time he's coming," I said, standing also. "Cool. Thanks again," Joe said, leading me to the door. This visit was at an end. Once the door closed behind me, I wondered if the hint I dropped was one Joe would pick up even if he noticed it. I also wondered if I was stupid and too blunt and if he was freaking out on the other side of the door. I panicked a bit, and turned the knob to reopen the door. The door was surprisingly quiet, given the state of the building, and opened a couple inches without resistance. That's where I stopped it, though, because that's all I needed to see that Joe was by now rather busy. It dawned on me what "enjoying having the bed to myself" actually meant, and I closed the door again as quietly as I could. I thought about just leaving, but my hard-on was now aching after spying Joe pumping away, eyes closed, lost in the moment. Then it dawned on me that I had an excuse not to, and turned around to knock again on the door. After another long pause, the door opened and Joe again peered out. "I forgot my coffee," I said simply. Standing behind the door, he opened it fully and let me back in. I saw the cup, picked it up, and turned back to look at him. Joe was still holding the door, his left arm pushed up against it and showing how smooth he was from waist to wrist. Not surprisingly his boner was still prominent in his briefs; he wasn't trying to hide it. Probably would end up masturbating if he tried to cover up, I realized; he might be right on the edge. "You're really hot," I said, then covered my mouth, not believing I'd blurted that out. "Sorry," I added. Joe put his forehead against the door. "I told you the rule about sex here, right?" I nodded. "I'm gonna close this door and whoever is on this side has to follow that rule right now. You going?" "Only if you make me," I said. Joe closed the door with me inside. I put the coffee cup on the table as fast as I could, closed the gap between us, and just grabbed his cock. He must have been closer to the edge than I realized, because with a groan and a shudder he released at my touch. Since it was through his underpants, technically it wasn't even really a touch, but it was enough. He looked flustered as the feelings started to fade, and said, "Shit, I'm sorry." "It's okay, you were ready." "I've just never--" "I know, you told me," I answered. "I mean thanks and all, but maybe you shouldn't be here when Barry gets home. I have to take a shower, and it could be weird." "Okay, sure, I get it. Maybe we can chill sometime." "Yeah, that's cool, but you should go now." I did, and while I was a bit worried about his reaction, I also had a song in my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way. 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