Mainly because it had its own bathroom, and was pretty soundproof. I'd snuck a few girlfriends in my bed once or twice back in High School, even a loc...l MILFy neighbor once (OK, twice) and fucked them without anyone even knowing about it. This would come in handy, should the parents come home early. On the way home, I remembered that I had a roll of those name-stickers from a conference that said “Hello, my name is ____” and so at a light I grabbed them and wrote STEVE on one in big bold. Without waiting for my answer, he scrambled over the top of me and started sucking my dick. I took him in my mouth, too, licking up every drop of cum I could find under his foreskin.By the time we finished each other off, it was late. Shit, it was REALLY late. I wrapped him in my arms. Like the only time when we spoke on the phone, we talked more about our personal lives until we fell asleep. Fuck-buddies having “pillow-talk”- go figure!In the middle of the night, I awoke to Napoleon scrambling. I hadn't realised that the photos might be used in the student's end of term exhibition for their exams. And that's when I came face-to-face with me standing naked by the radiator. Thankfully it wasn't a huge picture, maybe A3 sized. The main thing was I wasn't sure what effect she'd used on it, what filter. It made it look like a bad photocopy. She sent me a copy of picture by email, a really small file, that I found the other day on an old memory drive. Sorry the resolution isn't good, but it. ’ Brent nodded, Wes caught a glimpse of his kind, soft blue eyes and saw something behind them but suddenly yawned and dropped that thought. Brent stretched out and let out a yawl as he gave out his own yawn, apparently they were contagious, and set his arms at full length over his half of the tub before sinking down into the water. ‘Ah, so I take it you are straight but open minded.’ Brent said, at least Wes thought it was just a statement. Wes made a face, in essence he was only bi-curious.