I looked up into his eyes and smiled, then quickly hurried out. I pulled the spare key out of the drawer and set it on the counter. "You sure it's okay if I stay here?" he asked as I was about to leave the room. I was going to embarrass myself if I hung around him any longer. I quickly finished my cereal and made my excuses about heading in to work. "There's milk in the fridge if you want cereal," I offered. It took everything I had in me to rip my eyes away from him.
He yawned and absentmindedly scratched at the patch of fur in the middle of his chest. He took a drink and set the mug down and stretched his arms over his head and groaned. He grabbed a mug and poured himself a cup and sat down at the table. "The mugs are in the cabinet above the pot." "Help yourself," I said without looking up. His voice was rough and scratchy and he cleared it. My dick throbbed in my briefs and I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I could feel that my face was warm and flushed. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and looked down at my cereal. I couldn't help but notice that those thin and flimsy boxers did nothing to hide the large lump that hung down the left leg.
The spider is really cool, but my favorite is the big cross on his left arm. He has various tattoos on his arms and also a large tribal spider pattern on the front of his lower left leg. Despite having a little bit of a soft tummy, he's still in pretty good shape for a guy his age. His chest and stomach were covered in dark blond hair, which was thickest in the middle of his chest and the line that ran down the middle of his body and disappeared into his boxer shorts. He shuffled into the kitchen with half closed eyes. When Shep walked into the kitchen, I nearly spewed my coffee all over the place. I got myself a bowl of Raisin Bran and sat down at the small table. I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I woke up early the next morning and showered and got dressed for work. I tossed my glasses on the nightstand and crawled into bed. I went into my own bedroom and shut the door behind me.
I turned off the TV in the living room and got ready for bed. I left the room, shutting the door behind me. I set the sheets and blankets on the futon. I watched his eyes go glassy and he turned away from me. "Thanks for letting me stay here, Billy." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said, though I wasn't really sorry. When I returned to the computer room, Shep was sitting on the futon staring at the floor. I walked across the hall to the bathroom and opened the linen closet. Let me get you some sheets and a blanket." "You know the bathroom's across the hall. I turned on the light and pulled out the futon so that it was laying flat. I walked down the hall to the second bedroom, which I use as a computer room. "Well, you're welcome to stay here as long as you need, if you don't mind the futon in my office." "I wasn't sure where else to go," he finally said. They got married a year later and I figured if her 'bridezilla' behavior didn't scare him off, then nothing would. For the life of me, I couldn't understand what he saw in Wendy. I was immediately in lust with him, but after talking to him and getting to know him, I found that I really liked him as a person. I was home for Christmas break and she brought him with her. When Wendy first brought Shep home eight years ago, I was still in college. He's got a bit of a rebellious streak and he's a bit gruff, but he's mellowed some with age. He's 32 years old, making him four years older than me. At 6'5", Shep's eight inches taller than me. At 28 years, I can't even manage a proper goatee. I have always been jealous of Shep's ease at growing any style of facial hair. He's got long sideburns that reach almost to his jaw. Like his hair, his five o'clock shadow is thick and dark blond, as is his goatee. He's got wild dark blond hair and blue eyes. He's a little softer these days, but he's still a total stud. Of course, that was more than ten years ago. Shep was the captain of all of his sports teams in high school. I don't know how she landed a guy like Shep. Shep is married to my older sister, Wendy. We stood in awkward silence for a moment. I felt slightly embarrassed standing there in a t-shirt and briefs, but I wasn't expecting company. He picked up the duffel bag laying on the floor next to his feet. I opened the door wide and gestured for him to come in. I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was 11:45 at night. He had his hands shoved in his jeans pockets. I opened the door to find my brother-in-law, Sheppard Bannister, standing in the hallway looking pitiful, slumped over with a dejected posture. I sat up and stretched and shuffled to the front door. I felt my eyes starting to droop as I laid on the couch watching a rerun of "The Golden Girls".Ī sudden pounding on the door startled me awake.