“Ya a right big Jesse. Any excuse to skive off work for a few days, lie in bed, wanking,” Greg, the nearest person Joey could call a friend, said as the two stood in the car park, shooting the s**t. Although Joey’s mind was on the conversation with Greg, his eyes were firmly fixed on Kevin’s compact arse as he walked towards the main building. Joey stored his helmet.
“Don’t need to wank,” Joey said.
Greg laughed. “You and him an item, then?”
“Yeah,” Joey breathed out.
“God, how the hell you can f**k another bloke, I’ll never know. Give me a nice big-chested bird every time.”
“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” Joey smirked.
Greg had always been cool about him being gay. Joey had had to use his fists a couple of times at the beginning, to persuade some of his more bigoted fellow
