บท 6: Chapter 6

Pad sighed.

What the hell am I thinking? RJ’s out of my league. He’s not even gay.

He ran the water for a long time, thinking about the freedom he felt for leaving Saudi, and his mind drifted to RJ. His dick got hard and he wanted badly to jerk himself off but figured he’d do that later. He turned off the water, stepped out, and dried his face, arms, then legs, wrapping the towel as he walked out.

“Hey, buddy! That was a fucking long shower. Did you just polish one off?”

Pad gulped, shocked that RJ plopped himself on Pad’s bed, wearing a fresh shirt, but same shorts and sandals. He didn’t have anything to say. He’d never heard RJ talk to him like this before.

RJ flashed a big smile. “Pad, c’mon. Lighten up. I called my friend, Chaz. He’s expecting us, man.”

“All right. I’m hurrying.” Pad grabbed some clothes and ducked into the bathroom.

“Really? You’re being bashful, after you and I have showered at the pool?”