Link to the n*de dudes
Stacy awoke with Pontius' arms wrapped around him, his head on Pontius' chest. He could resist reaching down to stroke his.....
"Mmm...keep doing that."
"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake."
"I try not to sleep when you're lying in my arms. I don't want to miss any of it." He leaned up, and they kissed.
Instead of saying "I love you" back, Pontius leapt out of bed. "Be right back -- gotta pee." He bounced to the bathroom.
While listening to the pee-sounds -- why was that *rotic? -- Stacy looked around the room: New dresser, desk cluttered with books and headphones, a map of the world taped to the wall, drawings of car designs, a bookcase with mostly Matchbox car models, three dusty guitars that no one had ever used, a glowing neon P.
Pontius had replaced a poster of a bikini babe with a muscleman because Stacy asked him to, and cleared a drawer for some shirts, socks, and underwear, but it was still his room, Pontius with capital P, in the house he shared with his brother.
See also: Kelton Dumont's Hot Photos, Part 3: Birthday biceps, bare bottoms, ruggers, and brothers for life
Pontius Gemstone and the Boy Named Stacy
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