Closing the door, he
walked slowly upstairs, still pondering Paul’s strange behaviour.
Gary was back on the bed, waving his dick at him. But Trevor had
lost all interest in sex.
“What’s wrong?” Gary said,
sitting up.
“Dunno.” He confided his
worries about Paul, and how he was normally so
level-headed.
Growling, Gary got off the
bed. Trying to force his erection into a pair of underpants, he
asked if Trevor wanted him to drive him round to Paul’s
house.
“I’m sorry about all this,
Gar.”
Gary shrugged and continued to
dress.
“Maybe I’ll try ringing
Paul in a bit.”
“Okay,
whatever.”
“Look, I really am sorry,
but I’m just not in the mood any more.”
Gary’s look of irritation
soon softened. He bent down and kissed Trevor. “I know, love. It’s
all right.”
9
“Come on, I know you’re in
there.”
Paul thought if he didn’t
answer, Sandy would go away.
“Paul! Open this bloody
door! If I have to stand here all evening I will.” The banging