Chapter 31

“Where you going, Theodore?”

“What?”

“Where you going?” He canted his head, squinting at me with his dark, searching eyes.

“I-I mean, I w-was—” I pointed to the door.

“Get down here. Lose the boxers.”

“Dude. That was just…I was joking, okay? You win; you’re not a homoph—”

Jeremy unbuckled his belt, leaned back, and lowered his pants and jockeys to mid-thigh. “Don’t make me do this by myself.” With one elbow propping him up, he began to play with his dick, surrounded by a thick tuft of flaming red hair.

“Oh, my God, is this really happening?” I could not pull my eyes away from Jeremy’s pale, exposed flesh. He lacked a treasure trail—instead, freckles dotted the abs that showed below his shirt.