I walked through the living room barely able to keep quiet as the exitement of seeing him after 8 months tries to overwhelm me before I could surprise...him with my arrival.Finaly reaching the bedroom door I opened it slowly, and I saw him sitting on the bed with his laptop in his lap and his ipod was right beside him with bright red earphones ringing with music in his ears. At first he didn't even notice me because he was so into whatever he was doing on the net and I just stood there looking at. Whatstruck me most was the smell. I now knew where the lockerrom scent wascomming from that I smelled downstairs. His room just oozed a sweatymanly musk. "Shut the door, Faggot".I didn't exacally liked being called names, after all I wasn't some faggyart student. The ones I've seen on campus passing out flyers for thequeernation or an aids rally. I was a jock in my own right. "So Boy" Timsaid as he moved toward me. "What's your story. Why did you show up heretonite?" "Seems like your. I also let out a strange a****l-like noise as I orgasmed again, my hands sticky with his sperm.He pulled away from me saying, "Sorry. I'm so sorry. I've made such a mess." Don't be silly, it doesn't matter."I kissed him on the lips quickly and went to fetch a large towel and a damp flannel. When I returned I pulled his shorts off completely and wiped away his thick cream. I dried him with the towel and as I did so his penis began to rise again. "The wonder of a young man," I told myself.I held. I then asked him if we could do more later? He said, if we get the time to be alone.After reaching home we went in and watched TV. The wife was going out to a friends place. This was the ideal thing. I could put the kids to bed and Ricky and me could get it on.After the wife left and the kids were in bed, I decided to get a drink and relax to see what would happen next.I took out a few objects that I had bought at the adult store and showed them to Ricky. A vibrator and a butt plug. Wow he.