“You could wear traditional fitting suits and loose shirts, but you choose European tailoring and contemporary fabrics which highlight your broad sh...ulders and narrow waist. Is that vanity or confidence?” Rick squirmed, perhaps finding my comment somewhat arousing. Below his belt, he stirred, quickly sitting up straight and re-crossing his legs. His movements didn’t escape my look. I smiled. He blushed. By now we were both feeling a chemistry, or it was the gin. I broke the sensually tense. At a young age, my parents forced me to pick up a club and start hitting balls. In fact, I’ve gotten quite good at it. So good that I’m now the captain of my school’s golf team. But there was one person who was always competing to be the best with me. Ethan Miller.I had the biggest crush on him since freshman year. We had built a great friendship as we fought against each other to be the best. He was a big, somewhat tall white guy, standing around five feet and eight inches. He had light brown. Gardner and Mr. Weston, that was all.He turned away from the hall. Something on the floor glistened in a shaft of sunlight. He lowered his gaze and narrowed his eyes. A single drop of fluid lay along the path from Laura's office to the hallway.Seeger looked around. He crouched and dabbed his finger against the droplet and bolted to his feet. He looked around again, then brought his fingertip near his nose and took a single, tentative sniff.His eyes widened. One of his denials vanished. Some. I'll be right back."I sit on the sofa. Katie's style is contemporary. It fits her."Carter? Could you help me?"I turn my head. Katie is standing in the doorway wearing a pink nightie. I stand to my feet in shock. From an objective viewpoint, she looks hot. From my Carly viewpoint, I'm nervous. Will I really make love as a man? The bigger problem is that I discover my penis has a viewpoint. It's suddenly hard and a new experience for me - throbbing.Does a guy's penis really have that much control.