that slipped out.

“Why not, everyone else has?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. You tired?”

“Beat.”

“Let’s just go to bed. I’ll leave the doors open, the breeze makes great sleeping.”

“Cool.”

Ian turned off the lights and they retreated to opposite sides of the bed. Backs to each other they stripped to their underwear and crawled in.

“G’night, Billy.”

“Night, Ian”

“I really am glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.”

They lay there, silently staring at the ceiling. Ian tried not to look at Billy, and tried not to think about the fact the he was so close he could touch him. He turned his head and saw Billy with his hands folded across his Billy, head pointed toward the ceiling with his eyes closed.

Ian’s eyes washed down his buddy’s body. The slightly moving chest was full, with just a dark patch in the center. He could see the trail of curly sticking up leading to the top of his boxer shorts. His belly was tight and had those lines that led down either side. Ian couldn’t help but stare at the mound hidden beneath the fabric. The fly was parted a little, if it hadn’t been dark, Ian could probably see a glimpse of Billy’s pubic hair.

He remembered what Billy’s hard dick felt like in his hand. He remembered Billy’s kiss, and the hiss of him saying, “I want you to fuck me Ian, fuck me please” had haunted him for nearly a month. Ian sighed as he remembered Billy’s mouth taking his cock in, and what his tongue felt like dancing around the shaft.

Billy stirred and sat up. “Bathroom” he said without looking at Ian.

“Door in front of you. Light on the inside left.”

“Thanks.” Billy pushed himself off the bed, and Ian’s cock started hardening watching the globes of Billy’s ass sway to the bathroom door. Some of the material from his boxers had folded in itself, giving a good look at how firm and hard the man’s butt was.

Ian heard the toilet flush and the light turn off. As the bathroom door opened, he put his hands on top of his swelling crotch, hoping Billy wouldn’t notice.

Billy came back to the bed, and as he put his hands on the sides he smiled and whispered. “You show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” And he crawled in bed.

Ian smiled and looked at him as Billy lay on his belly. “You’ve seen mine.”

“Oh yeah.”

Ian didn’t mean to say out loud, but he couldn’t help but remember out loud, “And had it in your mouth.”

Billy didn’t respond. After what seemed like forever of Ian silently kicking himself, Billy rolled over on his back and lifted his hips off the bed. “Guess I don’t need these then”, and pushed his boxers off and tossed them to the floor. He sat up on his elbows and looked at Ian.

With one finger he snapped the band of Ian’s boxer briefs and said, “Don’t need those fancy things either, do we?” Billy said. Ian looked up into Billy’s face. “Take ‘em off, Ian.”

He did. Lifting up long enough to toss them somewhere near where Billy’s had landed. He watched Billy look at his cock, it was beginning to