Page 6 of Footlights and Forever

I heard Hailey snort down the line. “I’m sure I’ve seen gay porn like that,” she chuckled.

“It will not be!” I scolded. “I am doing this to help a fellow student; he doesn’t want to see his grades drop and he wants this course to help him get onto some college course.”

“Yes, that was the dialogue in the porno!” she exclaimed happily.

I could see that I was not going to get anywhere constructive, so we said our goodbyes and I put down the phone. I looked around my room at the general tidiness compared to the rest of the bombsite that we had the nerve to call a home. As I stared at my face in the small mirror on the back of the door, a sharp knock made me jump backwards and my shoulder slammed into the side of my large pine wooden wardrobe.

“Hey dick, your boyfriend is at the door.” My younger sister’s voice grated on my nerves like ice on an exposed open tooth.

I whipped my door open and pinned her with an icy stare. “He is not my boyfriend,” I bit through gritted teeth, “and keep your fucking voice down.”

“There is a diary entry from the eighth grade in your closet that begs to differ.” She preened.

“You read my fucking diary.” I grabbed hold of a scarf that was hanging over the handle of my bedroom door and threw it towards her back as she retreated quickly around the corridor. The sound of her bedroom slamming mocked me, telling me she’d won this round. I made a note to plot vengeance and then made my way downstairs.

“Dylan there is a friend of yours at the door,” my dad called half-heartedly across the room from his armchair. The twenty-four-hour news cycle blared loudly across the living room, and his gaze never wavered from the flickering pictures of war, politics, and football. “They best not call off the football because of the rain,” he grumbled.

I looked out of the window at the top of the stairs, and sure enough, a heavy downpour had begun, a sheet of water covering the window, the pitter-patter of the droplets hitting sharply against the guttering and roof above. Realizing that Austin was likely waiting on our uncovered porch and being soaked by the intensifying downpour, I rushed down the stairs two at a time, pulling open the white PVC door.

“Can I come in please?” Austin asked meekly, his arm raised above his head in a poor attempt at a makeshift human umbrella. I stared for a beat too long as the rain molded the white t-shirt he was wearing to his chest and abs in an almost pornographic fashion. His cut muscles bulged obscenely under the now sheer fabric as it clung to every bulge and crevice. My eyes traveled down further to happily note that the same fate had befallen his light stonewash denim jeans, which clung to powerful thighs and cupped his bulge in a way that made my throat clench. “Uh, Dylan?”

My eyes snapped back up to meet his, a mirth behind his gaze telling me that he’d caught my obvious perusal of his soddenform. “Oh my god, yes of course.” I stood to one side, gesturing for him to pass. He gave me a brief nod, slipping past me into the house. My senses were assaulted by the warm spicy scent from his skin, boosted by the warm rain. He stopped, startled, and stared as I realized I’d audibly inhaled sharply through my nose. Rumbled, I coughed violently, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as I shooed him past me.

I gathered my wits about me and plastered a wide smile on my face. “Oh dear you’re all wet, let me get you out of those wet clothes.”Because apparently I am on set of one of those gay porn movies Hailey was talking about. I stammered, “What I mean to say is, I have a T-shirt and shorts you can borrow while I run your wet clothes through the dryer.”

“That would be great, thank you.” He smiled at me warmly, stopping me in my tracks. I waited for some type of movement from him or me, but nothing happened. “Erm Dylan, unless you want me to give a strip show to you… and your father,” he said, gesturing towards my dad who was now kneeling on his armchair and watching me curiously over its back, “can I please maybe get those clothes and change in your room?”

“Oh crap, of course.” I slapped my forehead farcically and turned to troop up the stairs. Thankfully I heard his footsteps behind my own. I walked into my room and pulled open the top drawer of my dresser.

I heard my bedroom door close, and held my breath. I was alone, in my own room, with Austin fricking Ridge. I had had this very dream a number of times, but we’d both been wearing much less clothing and the theme tune toShe’s All Thathad been playing in the background. I pulled out a long baggy pair of black sleep shorts that, while very loose on me, might just about fit Austin’s muscular thighs but narrow waist, along with a T-shirt that I inwardly cringed to loan him. It was my only oversized T-shirt, my others being far too tight to fit hiswide shoulders. On the front was Broadway icon Ethel Merman belting out “Rose’s Turn” from her iconic performance inGypsy.

“I’m sorry for the lameness of these clothes.”I don’t mean this Ethel, I’m so sorry.“But it’s all I have right now, and it should at least help cover your PENIS!” I shouted the last word before throwing both hands over my mouth and eyes. My brain short-circuited, and I was fairly sure that I’d had some kind of mental break and I was currently experiencing hallucinations in which Austin Ridge was just standing in my room, not ten feet from me, holding out sodden clothes in one hand While fully naked.

“Sorry man,” I heard Austin say from beyond the hand pressed across my eyes, “but my underwear is kinda saturated, and its nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“I haven’t seen you naked before,” I wheezed out. “When would I see you naked?”

“Dylan, it’s cool man,” Austin laughed. “We all have them, don’t need to keep your eyes covered so tightly.”

I slowly peeled back my hand from my face, one half of me screaming internally to keep my hand where it was, While the other livelier part of me was screaming to tear my hand away and start throwing dollar bills at him to see what he would do next. I kept my eyes trained in the air as if waiting to see if some type of in-house aerial display was about to happen any minute.

There was an unending silence that he refused to break. I knew he was still there; I could sense him all around me. I slowly lowered my eyes, a giant crazed smile plastered on my face to stop any unwelcome panting that I might otherwise do. My brain struggled to take in the vision before me. His dark hair glistened with beads of precipitation that dripped down his forehead and came to rest on his thick dark eyelashes. There was mirth in his eyes as he regarded me curiously, his tongue coming out to swipe away the water that dripped from his perfect Roman nose. My eyes traveled further south to the sculpted chest andsmall pink nipples that hid beneath a layer of dark fur. His cut abdominal muscles that taper down into the Adonis plate that so many men strived for but so few accomplished. This very plate pointed downwards like a heavenly arrow that led to the most picture-perfect dick I had ever seen. It hung heavy and long against his thigh, thick and full, resting on a large heavy sac.

My hand came up to wipe away some of the drool that had collected at the corner of my mouth.

“Uh Dylan.” Amusement laced his voice.

“Yep?” I smiled lazily, as if the voice came directly from his cock.

“Can I get those clothes in your hand?”Clothes in my hand? What is he talki….Holy mother of god!“Of course, I’m so sorry.” I rushed forward and shoved the clothes into his free hand, taking his wet clothes from the other.

“I’ll just go put these in the laundry downstairs.” I snapped my fingers together. “I’ll have them back in a jiffy.”

“No rush.” He winked at me.

“I wasn’t looking at it.” I barked out all of a sudden.What is wrong with you?

“You were,” he laughed lightly, “but that’s okay.”

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