Breaking away from the kiss he said, “We still have our clothes on.” then put on that shit eating grin of his.
“What about Kelly and Freaky upstairs?” I asked.
“Fuck them, or rather… They probably already are.”
“What if they come down?”
“They’ll get the shock of their life.”
“Kelly already thinks you’re gay.”
“What about Anthony?” I ask, but he simply pulls me back into a kiss, and I feel his hands come around to my front as he begins to unzip his pants. Giggling, I began to lower myself, but he quickly put his arm around my back, holding me to him as he did it. After a moment, I felt as if I was being lifted, and I heard his pants shrug out from under him.
Leaning back, I felt the urge to try sliding down again, this time he let me and I knelt on the ground in front of the couch, his erect dick in front of me. Mesmerized, I took a moment to examine what I was working with. It was eleven inches, and the head was pointed right at my face.

“Do you think we should have left them down there alone?” Kelly asked Anthony.
“I’m sure they’re going to be fine…” He said, going back to kissing her neck.
“I don’t know, that’s MY Seth down there…” Kelly said, looking over at Anthony.
“I’m sure he’ll be fine, Pat down there couldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Seth isn’t a fly.”
Moving back away from her Anthony said, “Do you think we should check on them? I mean really? What’s the worst they could do?”
“Isn’t Pat gay?”
“What?!” Anthony said, his mouth opening wide.
“Isn’t he?” Kelly asked, then she realized what her mistake was.
“Is Seth gay?” Anthony asked looking her right in the eye.
“I’m not sure.” She replied.
“Kelly…” He said, grinning at her wickedly, “Tell the t ruth, cause if you left a faggot down there with Pat, he won’t be living by the time we go back downstairs.”
“What? Why?” Kelly asked, her voice raising.
“Pat and his family are the most homophobic people I know.” Anthony said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Shit.” Kelly said, her eyes closing.
“So he is…” Then Anthony thought for a moment “I wonder if Pat’s gay then…”
Then before Kelly could register what he was doing, Anthony ran downstairs.

Lying under Pat, I was more comfortable than I had ever been. The feeling of his strong arms around me, his weight on top of me, ‘So I can’t run away.’ I protested at the time, but don’t really mind it. Reaching around, I began to trace the lines of his abs, he groaned in his sleep and I had to giggle, he was proving to be a very heavy sleeper.