“Straight Guy”

As if Wesley were his wrestling opponent, Jason picked him up, carried him to the bean sofa, and dropped him on the hemp.

Wesley threw his brawny legs in the air.

Quick as a falling house of cards, Jason jerked Wesley’s orange boxers of nylon down.

What Jason saw took moments to sink in. Wesley was wearing pearl-white panties—silk and all! The panties had small ladybugs printed all over and sparkled as if suffused with moonlight from within. The sugary grains on the surface of the white panties reflected, in turn, the yellow-white lights of the room.

Jason turned his dark irises left. “You knew about this, didn’t you, Claire?”

Wearing a sheepish grin, Claire hunched her pared oranges of shoulders.

Jason turned his squarish chin forward. “What a sissy,” he said, hissing on the s’s.

Wesley’s hard-on was cast in relief under the liquid silk of his white panties. Wesley’s pinkish dick was the trunk of a super mushroom, and its head was a pearl onion. As if that weren’t enough, a dot of wet daubed the front of Wesley’s whities.

Jason’s cock was so hard that it bent from lack of room inside his corduroys.

Jason had no choice. He unbuttoned his mahogany corduroys and unzipped their silver zipper. “Give me those,” Jason said and tore in two the white of Wesley’s panties.

Shredding sounds ripped through the living room like a swarm of crows.

Wesley’s seven-incher broke free, its prepuce raw chicken skin pulled back.

“Hey, catcher!” Claire hollered. She tossed a blue tube of something to Wesley.

Wesley caught it. “Ball 3.”

The pink opening of Wesley’s ass puckered over the edge of the bean sofa. Wesley, in turn, smeared a tad of silver lube onto his anus.

Jason’s sex gun stayed as bulged as one of the white fluffy clouds of the bean sofa. Perhaps it was the sight of Wesley lying back in the blue sky like a cherub.

To Jason’s left, Claire knelt below Wesley. “Help me untie his sneakers,” she said.

Something about the rawness of this caused Jason to shuck down his mahogany corduroys and his white briefs of cotton. Jason stepped out of both articles and dropped to his knees. Adrenaline kept rushing through Jason’s body like a swarm of fireflies. At once, Jason wrested off Wesley’s white basketball sneakers and white socks of cotton.

In surprise, Claire lifted her brown eyebrows. She rose like a helicopter and glided away from the partly cloudy skies of the bean sofa.

But Jason wasn’t through! He fell on his white briefs, raised his hairless legs of caramel, and held his black running sneakers just below Wesley’s broad forehead. The fruit’s duty was clear.

With the delight