Chapter 30

Did I note a hesitancy in his voice? I hoped I wasn’t imagining it.

We stood outside of Steve’s door. We’d hardly knocked when it flew open, and there he was in a towel and nothing else. Not going to beat around the bush are we, Steve?

I had to admit he was attractive—his handsome face with its white Van Dyke, his barrel chest covered with silver hair that once had been black. His belly had a slight paunch but somehow that added to his erotic charm. The thick mat of curly hair on his belly was darker than his chest hair, and I guessed the pubic bush I now remembered so well would be even closer to its youthful color. My cock was stirring as the old memories began to flood my mind. Maybe I could do this?

“Come on in ‘ere, you fuckin’ queers. Let’s get this show on the road. I’m hornier than hell. Haven’t even touched myself since you called so I’d have an extra load or two stored up for ya.” He winked and put a hand on the back of Andy’s head.