Kade’s condo and wondered what the day would bring.
He didn’t have to wonder long. And he needn’t have worried about getting his mind out of the gutter. Kade greeted him at the door wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel, wrapped loosely around his waist.
Henry was stunned. This was not at all the scenario he was expecting. He thought maybe they’d play some video games, check out what was new on YouTube, or just hang, talking about what they’d get up to this summer.
“Uh, uh, where’s your mom?” Henry gasped.
Kade stepped back to let him in. Obedient, Henry followed, and Kade closed the door behind him. “She’s up at Lake Geneva for the weekend. Working on her tan.”
Kade’s grandparents had a place in Fontana on the waterfront of the popular Wisconsin lake. “And, uh, you didn’t go?”
“Nah. I’m getting a little old for that shit. Swimming from the pier and tooling around on Gramps’ boat just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“I get that,” Henry said, a little breathless. He glanced down at Kade’s crotch area, and it was obvious, even beneath the thick cotton, Kade was hard. What was going on?
Kade walked ahead of him. “Get yourself comfortable.” Kade gestured toward the overstuffed couch. Henry sat on its edge, unsure about just how comfortable Kade wanted him to get. Should he take off his clothes? No, no, he couldn’t do that. What if he was misreading things? What if his eyes had deceived him and that hard-on he thought he saw was nothing more than the bunching of fabric, a wishful-thinking kind of thing?
“You want a drink? Moms won’t miss anything from the bar. She hardly ever drinks anyway.”
Henry looked over at Kade, standing next to a walnut cabinet that doubled as a bar. Kade’s back was to him, and the towel had slipped a bit to reveal Kade’s tan line and just the tiniest bit of Kade’s ass crack. Henry thought, somewhat giddy, that the view should be in the dictionary, next to the word tantalizing. Henry licked his lips and tried to allow himself to ease back into the couch. Play it cool. “Sure, uh, how about a vodka?”
“Neat?” Kade asked over his shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m brave enough for that. You got cranberry or orange juice?”
“Yeah, in the fridge.”
“Could you do a splash of each?”
“Always with the recipes.” Kade splashed some Grey Goose into a tumbler and headed toward the kitchen to get, Henry supposed, the juice and some ice. Was this a seduction? Henry wondered. And if it was, why did he feel so weird about it? Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?
As Kade moved into the kitchen, the towel fell off, landing in a heap on the floor. Henry closed his eyes for a moment, the sight of Kade’s high white ass burned on the inside of his eyelids. Henry opened his eyes again as his breath started coming quicker, quicker still when Kade merely stepped over the towel and continued on, naked.
He returned to Henry, holding his drink. His dick, completely hard, bobbed in front of him as he walked.
Henry was at a loss for words. No, he was at a loss for thought. He understood the old phrase “struck dumb.”
Kade grinned and set the drink down on the coffee table. He stood in front of Henry, dick jutting out before him. “Thirsty? Or maybe you’re hungry?”
Was this a dream? Would Henry wake up in just a minute in his bedroom, spurting come into his boxers? He felt as though he should pinch himself. If he did, though, he knew he’d feel reality.
He wondered why his own dick hadn’t responded in kind. More than excited, he simply felt bewildered and… well, maybe a little used.
Kade put his hands on his hips and thrust them forward so that his cock was only inches from Henry’s face. Henry could see a little drop of precome had formed at its slit. His own dick, almost as if it had a mind of its own, at last responded, jerking to life.
“Hungry?” Kade asked, voice hoarse.
Henry had no words. He undid his
He didn’t have to wonder long. And he needn’t have worried about getting his mind out of the gutter. Kade greeted him at the door wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel, wrapped loosely around his waist.
Henry was stunned. This was not at all the scenario he was expecting. He thought maybe they’d play some video games, check out what was new on YouTube, or just hang, talking about what they’d get up to this summer.
“Uh, uh, where’s your mom?” Henry gasped.
Kade stepped back to let him in. Obedient, Henry followed, and Kade closed the door behind him. “She’s up at Lake Geneva for the weekend. Working on her tan.”
Kade’s grandparents had a place in Fontana on the waterfront of the popular Wisconsin lake. “And, uh, you didn’t go?”
“Nah. I’m getting a little old for that shit. Swimming from the pier and tooling around on Gramps’ boat just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“I get that,” Henry said, a little breathless. He glanced down at Kade’s crotch area, and it was obvious, even beneath the thick cotton, Kade was hard. What was going on?
Kade walked ahead of him. “Get yourself comfortable.” Kade gestured toward the overstuffed couch. Henry sat on its edge, unsure about just how comfortable Kade wanted him to get. Should he take off his clothes? No, no, he couldn’t do that. What if he was misreading things? What if his eyes had deceived him and that hard-on he thought he saw was nothing more than the bunching of fabric, a wishful-thinking kind of thing?
“You want a drink? Moms won’t miss anything from the bar. She hardly ever drinks anyway.”
Henry looked over at Kade, standing next to a walnut cabinet that doubled as a bar. Kade’s back was to him, and the towel had slipped a bit to reveal Kade’s tan line and just the tiniest bit of Kade’s ass crack. Henry thought, somewhat giddy, that the view should be in the dictionary, next to the word tantalizing. Henry licked his lips and tried to allow himself to ease back into the couch. Play it cool. “Sure, uh, how about a vodka?”
“Neat?” Kade asked over his shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m brave enough for that. You got cranberry or orange juice?”
“Yeah, in the fridge.”
“Could you do a splash of each?”
“Always with the recipes.” Kade splashed some Grey Goose into a tumbler and headed toward the kitchen to get, Henry supposed, the juice and some ice. Was this a seduction? Henry wondered. And if it was, why did he feel so weird about it? Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted?
As Kade moved into the kitchen, the towel fell off, landing in a heap on the floor. Henry closed his eyes for a moment, the sight of Kade’s high white ass burned on the inside of his eyelids. Henry opened his eyes again as his breath started coming quicker, quicker still when Kade merely stepped over the towel and continued on, naked.
He returned to Henry, holding his drink. His dick, completely hard, bobbed in front of him as he walked.
Henry was at a loss for words. No, he was at a loss for thought. He understood the old phrase “struck dumb.”
Kade grinned and set the drink down on the coffee table. He stood in front of Henry, dick jutting out before him. “Thirsty? Or maybe you’re hungry?”
Was this a dream? Would Henry wake up in just a minute in his bedroom, spurting come into his boxers? He felt as though he should pinch himself. If he did, though, he knew he’d feel reality.
He wondered why his own dick hadn’t responded in kind. More than excited, he simply felt bewildered and… well, maybe a little used.
Kade put his hands on his hips and thrust them forward so that his cock was only inches from Henry’s face. Henry could see a little drop of precome had formed at its slit. His own dick, almost as if it had a mind of its own, at last responded, jerking to life.
“Hungry?” Kade asked, voice hoarse.
Henry had no words. He undid his
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