He walked into Brian’s place, finding him in the small living room. Still hot outside, Brian lounged on the couch in just his briefs and shell necklace, fanning himself with a magazine, obviously talking on the phone to his dad.
Jim yelled, “Hello, Mr. Truttle.” He stared at the briefs with tiger stripes. His c**k stiffened even though he’d come ten minutes earlier.
Brian grinned, showing his white canines and chin dimple. “He says ‘hi’ back.” He ended the call pretty quick. “Dad says he came across this shop in Washington that sells all kinds of fancy underwear, including for men. He bought some briefs for me.” His grin deepened, giving him the sexy chipmunk cheeks that turned Jim on even more.
Jim fetched root beers from the refrigerator and opened them, giving one to Brian. They toas
