Page 19 of The Key Holder

“Black suits you.”

Dylan looked down and shrugged.

I wasn’t sure what else to say. I didn’t want to embarrass him. His body was fantastic—sure, he didn’t have my bulk but he had the definition—a total twunk.

“I’ll try to not get injured this trip,” he said.

“Don’t worry”—I put my arm on his shoulder as he hopped towards the door—“if I’m needed, I’ll rescue you again. Today or any other.”

5

Dylan

I popped an edible this morning. I couldn’t help it.

All the tension from last night from watching him fondle the key between his pillowy pecs needed to melt away. So what if I required a little help to accomplish that?

And thank fuck I decided to take it.

I was prepared to go for a swim with Ford, not watch Adonis frolic in the lake wearing next to nothing. He used to be a board shorts guy. When did he start wearing bikini briefs? Because if he was going to work on his tan lines, then so was I.

Mellowing out helped, especially wearing so little clothing. Already, I could feel myself focusing less on the details of Ford’s muscular forearm as it kept my balance on the way to the waterfront. Instead I was preoccupied with my straining cock, encased in its plastic prison. A conveniently forgotten side effect of the pot that I was now remembering.

It made me super horny.

No wonder my life was such a mess.

Not that the proximity of Ford’s body was helping either.

“Almost there.” Ford grunted while he bore most of my weight. Again.

“I swear when I’m in the water I’ll be good,” I said.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I’m sorry I’m such a hassle.”

“It’s not a problem.” he said, as I managed another peek at his crotch. “I’m glad I’m here to help you.”

“What brand are those?”

“What?”

“Your loincloth,” I said.

“It’s not a loincloth.”

“It might as well be.”

“I knew it bothered you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. I obviously like it if I want to know the brand.” I gave them another scrutinizing look. They left very little to the imagination. There was no doubt about it. Ford was definitely a shower.

We were almost to the water when he finally answered. “Aussiebum.”

“Thank you.” My inner brat knew he’d answer me eventually. “Was that so hard?”

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked as we made it to the water.