How pathetic. I tried to ignore the fact that it was prom night and I didn't have a date. One of many nights spent alone. I just wasn't popular. I was...also painfully shy and inexperienced. I heard my brother come in with one of his dates. HE was popular. He never spent Saturday nights alone. His room was right next to mine. He was older than me by four years. He was 21. I listened to him lead the latest slut to his bedroom. She was giggling inanely. I could hear her playful protests through the. “He ran out of our dorm sobbing and cursing my name. That’s sounds like someone who got their heart broken, not the other way around. What did you say to him?”“I told him the truth,” Eric said blandly. “Well, what he needed to know of the truth.” The look on my face must have prompted him to clarify. “I didn’t tell him about your birthday or what happened during the movie last night.”I sighed in frustration. “Then what did you tell him, Eric? Because whatever your idea of ‘the truth’ was hurt. ‘Oh baby, take me deep.’ I could feel the pressure building and knew release was only moments away when I heard the tapping on the door of my room. Before I could say anything, I saw the door swing open and saw Stef standing there in her silk robe, her mouth agape. I stopped what I was doing and covered what I could of my aroused cock with my hands. ‘Oh God, Uncle Kyle. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to apologize again for …..’ and her voice trailed off. ‘It’s okay Stef…really.’ ‘But it looked. Me ‘n’ Buddy. I stood. “Buddy, I’ll see you in the morning.”“Yeah ... Go home. Sleep in my bed. There’s a TV in that room.”“‘Kay, Buddy.” I squeezed his fingers before I left. He squeezed back.I did a simple sandwich for my late dinner, then showered (Again! But seriously – I’ve spent the day in a hospital with a guy with a superbug) and dressed.Dilemma. The room where I’d been sleeping? Or HIS bed? He offered. I don’t mind a little quiet TV show before going to sleep, so, why not?Neat bedroom..