Justin got up and went back into the bathroom to deposit the fresh load back into the toilet. After showering again, Justin walked back into the offic... and began placing his clothes back on. All Timmy could do was sit there, mouth wide open, and stare at the most gorgeous human his eyes had ever seen. The two walked out of the office and waved their goodbyes and left out the door. Inside Timmy’s car, just as he was backing out of the parking spot, Timmy nervously said, “You are incredible, you. I." "Yeah I don't either. My wife is out doing god fucking knows what. Or who. It is so damn fucked. I need another drink. Or ten." "Shit let me get you one, I definitely need another too" Kim said as he bounced up and off tot he kitchen to get new drinks. As he started pouring he realized his hands were shaking, he was expecting it to be bad, but this was terrible. his best friend was on his couch telling about just how much his life was falling apart, at least he could be there to help. “This lasted for a little while, at least until she got caught and Dad had to bail her out. He let her stay, but he never touched her again, though he might not have in literal years, anyway. She probably never told him about me or the other boys, but knowing about her and dogs was sickening enough to him. You know how Dad was. Easily disgusted. Didn’t like anything messy, from divorce to sex to pregnancies. Very squeamish guy. Why do you think that we never had pets? Dad, that’s why! Smart. It made me lean closer to him, giving him more of a view while I stared at his face.“Come one, tell me her name,” I said, a purring catch growing in my voice. “You can tell your mother.”He ripped his eyes away, scooting his chair closer to the table. He must be hiding his hardon. That sent a wicked thrill through me. I made my son get excited. It made me feel so womanly, so desirable in a way I hadn't since Mitchel's passing.And Davie looked so much like his father, that same boyish shyness.