Chapter 5

Glancing up from the TV, Mr. Pierce gave me a

rare smile that lit up his harsh features and made my heart flutter

in my chest. At that small gesture I knew I loved the man. “Mikey’s

in the kitchen. Why don’t you head on up?”

Numbly, I nodded. Each step I took chafed my

cock. I was so sure Mr. Pierce could see the bulge in the front of

my jeans so I turned away from him, walking at an odd angle so he

wouldn’t see how hard I was for him. God.It was going to be

a long night.

* * * *

Sleeping over Mikey’s meant an evening

leafing through pornos, beating the crap out of each other on the

Playstation, and watching horror movies on DVD. Where he got his

stash of nudie mags, I never knew, but there was always one or two

new titles in his collection he wanted to show me when I stopped

by. Playboy, Hustler, Jugs…he had them all. I

feigned interest in them to avoid suspicion, but to be honest I

spent more time reading the short stories in Playboythan