"Hello Mr. Roberts", said Pat, as he put out his hand to shake.

He didn't offer his hand in return. "Pat, my wife is the one who invited you here,not me, let's get that clear from the start. I won't put a kid out on the street at Christmas time, but know this, there will be none of that homo sex going on in my house."

Pat said, "Yes, sir. I understand how you feel abou the subject." Pat turned his face to Josh and both snickering.

Josh's mom whispered, "None of that straight sex going on in the house either." Josh blushing, nudged his mother. She said, "Why don't we all sit down and have a nice supper? Pat I hope you like pot roast."

"Yes, Mrs. Roberts."

Pat started to sit at the chair next to Josh, when Mr. Roberts pointed to the chair on the other side of the table, asking, "Did you wash your hands?"

Josh said, " Want to know if he brushed his teeth? How about whether he washed his ass?"

Mrs. Roberts said, "That was uncalled for, young man."

Pat spoke up, "Yes sir, my hands are clean. I took a shower before I came downstairs."

He gave Josh a wink, remembering the shower they took. Thinking of Josh all lathered up, his cute pink pucker waiting for him and the fun he had stuffing it, made him aroused.

"The dinner is delicious Mrs. Roberts.", said Pat.

He was really thinking how greasy and tough it was. He had other things on his mind. He had slipped off his athletic shoe, and had his foot placed firmly in Josh's crotch. He was rubbing his toes gently over Josh's bulge, trying not to disturb the table linen. It particularly excited him to watch Josh squirm, trying to act naturally, like nothing was going on.

Mrs. Robers said, "Josh more potatoes, Honey."

Josh could hardly contain himself, "No,oh, Mom. I'm fine."

His words coming out about the same time he was ready to. His face was flush, his lips bright red, and Pat knew his heart was racing, his breathing had quickened, and his left fist was tightly clenching his side of the table cloth. He started to bite his bottom lip, as Pat rubbed harder, and harder.

"Excuse me. ", Josh said, as he ran for the bathroom, his napkin held in front of his wet bulge.

"So Pat, what is it you're working towards in school?", asked Mr. Roberts.

Pat said, "English Literature degree, sir."

Mr. Roberts said, "What are you going to do with that? Couldn't go for an easier degree, sit around reading books."

Mrs. Roberts said, "Leave the boy alone. At least he will have a degree, when he is done, unlike some people I know. How about apple pie?" She didn't wait for an answer, leaving to go get it.

Pat answered Mr. Roberts question, "It is a little harder than just reading books all day long. When I have my degree, I plan to teach."

Mr. Roberts said, in a low voice, "Look you little queen, I know what you teach. Don't think I didn't notice the little action that just went on, stuffing your foot in my boys crotch. If I had my way, you would be out that door so fast your head would