sun was reflecting on the glass doorway, but he could eventually see a beautiful red Irish setter on his haunches in what he assumed was the bedroom. The dog seemed to be looking at him. He wagged his tail and silently barked.

Ian smiled and waved, “Hi…Ralphie!” He turned and headed toward the bathroom. He flipped on the faucets, tested the stream before he stepped in and enjoyed the rush of liquid electricity as the warm jets sprayed his body wet.

First things first, he washed his hair. It wasn’t until then that his mind really felt clear. There was something about putting his head underwater that just woke him up. After the rinse he reached for the cake of soap and then smelled it. Clair used to make fun of him. She said it was “the ritual”.

She never would shower with him, there were lots of thing she never would do, but she would always come in the bathroom in the morning, rip back the curtain and watch him shower as she brushed her teeth. Just like Lucy holding Charlie Brown’s football, she would always either flush the toilet or turn the taps on to scald him while laughing “Gotcha!”

It almost always ruined his mornings. Good days were those when he caught on in time and jumped out of the streams, days she was off on a trip or staying with her mother.

He was soaping himself up well and his hands slipped down to his dick. He jacked it a few times and realized that he was ‘kinda sorta’ hoping the stranger would be at the balcony and want to repeat the jack off session they had had. He’d never done anything like that before.

The only time he ever even seen another guy hard was that night with he and Billy. He wondered what might have happened if Renee hadn’t come home. She had almost caught them, but they had just enough time to separate and get everything tucked back in before the front door had swung wide open.

Surely they would have fucked. He was disappointed that they hadn’t. It made him angry that he was disappointed. He’d never even thought about another guy that way. He’d had plenty of opportunities, he was a relatively nice looking guy he thought, and he took really good care of his body, except for the smoking part. He was just never interested.

Why on earth would he suddenly not only want to but begin to have hot and heavy sex with his best buddy, a man he’d known ten years? He was sure that Billy wasn’t gay, and he knew for damn sure he wasn’t. It must have been the alcohol and the weird time.

They’d shared a dorm room for years. Hell, when they visited each other’s families they had even slept in the same bed many times and nothing even close to that had ever happened. Surely if either one of them were gay it would have happened before or at least started to.

Billy sure was eager to suck his cock though, and he did ask Ian to fuck him. He wondered what that would have been like as he stroked his hard cock. He squeezed his dick tightly as he stroked and imagined it was Billy’s asshole he was sliding his soapy