Wet white underwear highlighted the roundness of his ass and the split where I wanted to bury my face. I could see the shadow of hair there, too, and when Mickey turned back to me, I licked my lips. He was thick and plump behind the Y-front fly, maybe because he was turned on by being watched, or maybe it always looked like that. I hadn’t seen Mickey naked since showering with him after gym class junior year in high school. So much of him was different, now. He used to be skinny and smooth. Now, he was thin, but also cut and quite furry. He’d changed quite a bit physically. Mentally, too, I figured, emotionally, now that he was a dad and facing life issues, like financial ruin.
Our eyes met. I waved. He smiled, but also shook his head. Was he telling me “No?” It wouldn’t be the first time
