“Thanks Ty.” He looks down again, obviously thinking hard. He nodded and grinned. Kinda am still in it, actually, but a lot less than when I was younger. Its ok. We both retire upstairs to my room after the long afternoon, dinner, and running around playing tag out back. A few moments pass as I study him, wondering what he’s thinking. It was ok, though not good enough to try again. “You ever…”he starts, ”You ever wonder if you’re…if youre big enough…down there?”
I laugh and tell him most guys do. “Zane, its ok bro,” I whisper as I rub his arm softly. “Can…can I feel it?”
His fingers slowly pull back the elastic as his hand slips into my boxers. I walked over and knelt down in front of him. You can talk to me about anything man.”
He sits there quietly, then nods. “Oh…uh…I mean…”
“Dudeeee!” I say all surfer like and punch him playfully in the arm, “hot like bottle rocket on the fourth of July!”
He relaxes a little, so we talk about girls.
