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Eli!!! Who’d ever have guessed that he’d be the crew member to butt in on the story I was telling you….

There I was, getting really hot and horny just remembering that first night that I’d stayed at Zak’s house.

To be honest, if Steve or Spike - or even Zak himself - had come round to the house just at that minute I would have jumped them like a shot.

But Eli….. the only str8 guy in the whole damn crew….. it was just my luck.

Not to say, of course, that Eli didn’t have compensations of his own. He’s the youngest of us all, you’ll recall, and with that thick black hair of his pulled back into a sexy ponytail and the cutest smile he’s a real cock-teaser. Maybe that’s why he hangs around so much with us - he knows that, given half a chance, we’d be into his pants like a jackrabbit and he just loves the admiration. Maybe one day we’ll all get fed up just waiting to see if we’ll ever get anywhere with him, but until then Eli knows he can get us to do just about anything he wants.

But today it seemed like he didn’t want much at all.

“Hi, Jordan”, he said, looking like he hadn’t long woken up. Given that it was just after noon on a Saturday, that was probably dead right.

“How’s it goin’, man?”

“Hi, Eli. Come on in - I’m the only one at home”, I replied, quickly but awkwardly twisting my body away from him so he wouldn’t see my still stiff cock under my pants. As I closed the door behind him I quickly readjusted myself.

My new visitor threw himself down on the couch.

“Jeezus, man….. I just had to get round here today. My mom’s hitting the roof about the time I got in last night. Midnight, I ask you! I’m not a baby any more - I’m nearly eighteen for crisakes.”

He may not still have been a baby, but right at that moment Eli’s boyish side came right through. Gee, I’d almost have said that he was on the verge of crying - but, of course, that’s something that crew members just don’t do. Not cool, man. And certainly not because of your mom.

Maybe that’s when I should have gone right across and put my arms round him - I guess that’s what you’re all expecting me to do, right? - but I just couldn’t.

Maybe it’s that we all, like, want to be real men - and men just don’t do that girly “feelings” kind of shit.

Or maybe it’s just that I didn’t trust myself. Sure, I’d often had some pretty horny fantasies about Eli….. Seducing him, I guess….. Maybe getting him drunk - or stoned - and then finding out whether the body underneath the baggy clothes he usually wore was as tight, muscular and downright hot as I always guessed and hoped it was.

But a bright Saturday afternoon on my mom’s best couch sure wasn’t part of that fantasy.

“Wanna sit here for a while with the TV while I just take a shower?” I asked.

I still needed to get away for a few minutes to tackle the boner. I guess that I ought to have jacked off while I was telling you the story about me and Zak before - but how was I to know I’d be stopped right in the middle of it? Maybe a cool shower would help - or at least I could deal with it in a bit of privacy. That’s the thing about Eli. Steve, Spike, Zak and I can talk about guys and sex pretty much without embarrassing each other - we’ve all played with each other’s dicks often enough and sometimes it’s even gone a bit further in a friendly sort of way (I’ll be telling you about that later, maybe). But with Eli, because he’s both just that bit younger and also says he’s str8, it’s always been not just hands-off but also watch-what-you-say-and-even-more-what-you-do with him.

“Sure”, said Eli, pulling both legs up onto the couch and grabbing the TV remote. “You take your time. I’ll be OK.”

I went upstairs to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door because you can hear the sound of that downstairs and I didn’t want to act as though I was scared having another guy in the house while I was taking a shower.

I quickly stripped off and got under the running water. OK, I’d already had one shower that day - but you’ll remember why I needed this one now.

The trouble was, though, that my boner just wouldn’t go down. Now I’m usually pretty proud of my equipment - and I’ve certainly never had any complaints about it - but on this occasion it just seemed to have a life of its own. Whether it was remembering that first time in Zak’s bed or the fantasies of what I’d like to do to Eli given half a chance, I don’t know. But, whatever it was, right now I was in no fit state to go back downstairs.

At which point the door to the bathroom opened.

“Hi, man”, shouted Eli about the noise of the running water. “Gotta take a leak. That OK?”

Without waiting for an answer he moved over to the toilet. I guess that I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t help but watch through a gap in the shower curtain.

Now I said before that Eli was wearing baggy pants, so it seemed kinda strange that, instead of just unzipping and flopping out his dick, he undid the top button as well and slipped his jeans right down under his ass.

Believe it or not, it was the first time I’d seen any part of his body and, while watching someone take a piss may not be the sexiest way of checking them out, I definitely wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity.

Eli’s ass deserves a chapter of this story to itself. It was small and tight and covered with the faintest trace of soft hair you could see coming off from the tops of his thighs and disappearing into the crack between his cheeks. I’d often thought in the past about burying my face right there and exploring with my hot eager tongue….. Licking and gently poking until he’d slowly relax, push back into my face and let me enter and begin to explore his warm hole…..

I honestly don’t know whether it was me changing my position slightly inside the shower or whether Eli shifted himself, but I could also see his dick now as he clutched it firmly in his right hand and pointed it down at the toilet bowl.

At its base was a bush of coarse dark pubes - far thicker than any other member of our crew had, even though we were all a year or two older. Underneath them Eli’s young balls didn’t hang loose as you’d guess but were really tight and again much bigger than you’d expect on a kid of his size. At the other end of Eli’s clenched fist was his big purple dick head, cut just like the rest of us, and you’d swear that it too belonged to someone maybe three or four years older (don’t ask me how I’d know that!)

As I looked, Eli just seemed to stand there in no particular hurry - just as though he was thinking about something really important and wondering what to do.

Then, to my complete amazement, instead of pulling up his pants he pushed them down to his ankles and stepped right out of them. At the same time he reached down to the hem of his dark blue T-shirt and pulled that right up over his head and off. He untied the ponytail at the back of his head and his thick black hair fell forward and across the sides of his face. He looked hotter than ever.

As always (so he often told us) Eli wore no underwear and for the first time now I could see him from top to bottom. That did nothing to relieve my own tension down below - in fact it was making it worse by the minute.

“Hey man, I left the house so quick today I didn’t take a shower”, he called over.

“Mind if I join you?”

Copyright: Rob Maynard / HMBoys.com 2001  -  2007

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