It had been several hours. So far, Rudy hadn’t responded.
Gideon fried himself a hamburger, poured some chips onto a Christmas plate he’d gotten at the thrift store—service for one—and sat in front of the TV to catch It’s a Wonderful Life. Just about the time James Stewart was running through the snow, he woke up from a little catnap with an erection. Leaning over the back of the couch, playing with his ass, his forehead against the wall, Gideon came into Rudy’s Rudolph sock. With one in his hand, wrapped around the head of his d**k, he moaned into the other one he had in his mouth as he fell back onto the cushions.
“Phew! I guess I’ll have to throw these in the wash before I see Rudy again.”
As several days passed, six in all, Gideon started to wonder if that was ever going to happen.
