CHAPTER7
walker
“Hey, Walk,” Ozzie called, joining me in the gardens outside the Meeting House. “Is this two Saturdays in a row?” The rest of our friends were inside doing the weekly cleanup, but I’d asked for an assignment that would let me enjoy the sun.
I let out a huff. “Between summer school and my parents insisting they need my every available second at the main tire shop, I finally had to set my foot down.”
He grimaced. “How’d they respond?”
“Not sure they were even listening.”
“Seriously? You’re so smart—how do they not listen to every word you say?”
I snorted. “That’s awfully sweet of you, but they see things differently.”
“Then they’re wrong.”
Before I could reply, Leo popped his head out the door. “Lunch will be ready in thirty, if you two can drag yourselves away from each other.”
Ozzie shot him a warning look, and I rolled my eyes. You could always count on Leo to say whatever popped into his head.
“Speaking of menaces,” Oz said, kneeling on a towel as he started pulling weeds along the opposite border of the bed I was working on. “Did you have a chance to talk to Dr. Gardner about the bunk bed project?”
It was hard to accept anything approaching support from anyone, but it felt good when my friends offered it. Especially Ozzie.
“I’ll answer your question, but can you first tell me how you can look so nice when you’re working in the dirt?”
With a deep chuckle, Ozzie sat back on his haunches. “It’s all about wearing the right materials. These shorts wick moisture, which is helpful. And knees are easily cleaned.”
My eyes followed his movement, and… oh. My mouth went dry when I saw exactly how short those shorts were on him. I was pretty sure they were the same kind he’d purchased for me, but they hit very differently on his tall frame.
More than just his thighs being out for the world to see… I wasn’t sure if Ozzie was aware of this, but the material was awfully thin. Like, thin enough I could tell God had been generous with him in certainspecificareas. Thin enough for me to guess he was uncut.
A fuzzy sort of desire slid behind my balls. It was no big deal, of course, seeing that someone had been cock-blessed, but nothing one should focus on, either. I may have been staring, though, so I forced my eyes to his arms. “Damn.” I whistled, trying to get my head back on track. “I thought I had the best biceps among the Lost Boys.”
I’d secretly counted myself as a more-official-than-unofficial Lost Boy for a while, and recently I’d been saying it out loud more and more. So far no one had corrected me.
Ozzie, taking on the challenge, stood in front of me, dusted off his knees with a grin, and pulled a Mr. Universe pose like he had in high school. It reminded me that we used to play baseball together. He’d been strong back then, but he was even more muscular now.
And his thighs were… damn. Right in front of my face. Speaking of right in front of my face, it appeared he was going commando in those shorts.
He was also so close I could smell the expensive cologne he wore, made musty by the sweat and heat. I could see how a man would want what he had to offer.
My mind drifted, and I pondered whether gay guys liked nice thighs the way I did. Ozzie’s were thick and well-defined. Perfect.
My ex-girlfriend used to let me fuck her oiled-up thighs, and I had to wonder if he let any of his lovers between those thighs in that way. I bet his grip would be mind-blowing.
I pictured for, like, a second, how he must be in bed. Powerful, with that body. But maybe also playful. Just a guess.
“I go to the gym.”
Scrambling to remember what we were talking about, I looked up to find him staring down at me with his hands on his hips. From this spot, I had a pretty good idea what it’d look like from the perspective of a guy giving Ozzie a blowjob.
I shivered, remembering that my favorite way to start a blowjob was to run my cock over the woman’s soft mouth, moistening it with my precum before going in. I bet gay guys did the same.
Lip painting had to be universal, didn’t it?
Better than that, of course, was watching a pair of lips stretch around my cock. I wasn’t nearly as blessed as Oz, but girls always complimented my girth.
