the Scuffy - 5. Chapter 5

Pulling into the garage, I wondered what this night would be like. Would he want a separate room, or would he sleep with me? “It’s still early, do you want to get the popcorn or the beer?”

Glen started to laugh. “Let’s consider this an adult sleepover, no movie, no popcorn, no beer except root beer.”

“Great, let’s take your clothes upstairs, you can hang them in the closet. Have you thought about which bedroom you would like to sleep in?”

“Yes, I have, get the beer I’ll be right down.” Now I wondered which bedroom did he chose. I was hoping his choice was mine.

Glen came down to the kitchen. I opened two beers and made two grilled cheese sandwiches. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“To tell the truth, I’m a little tired. I’m not use to working a boat. If that’s okay with you, I’d rather go to bed.”

“Sure, you go ahead, and I’ll lock up.”

“Okay, do you mind if I finish the sandwich first?”

I laughed, “Yes, and anything else you want to do, let me know.”

We both finished at the same time. I made sure I’d finish at the same time. I closed up and followed Glen upstairs. I still didn’t know which room he picked. Glen stopped in front of my bedroom, and my heart began to beat a little faster. Did he pick my room? He looked at me and smiled, then started to walk toward my old bedroom. My heartbeat dropped. I imagine my disappointment showed on my face. He turned around about halfway to my old room, smiled, and came back to my bedroom.

I decided two could play that game.“Okay, if you want to sleep here, I’ll sleep in my old room.” The look on Glen’s face was priceless. Then I started to laugh. “Come on, let’s get to bed.”

Although I had showered early, I always shower before going to bed. Some habits are hard to break or ignore. “Glen, you can hang your clothes in the closet. There are drawers there which you can use as well.”

“Kev, this closet is nice. I want to bring my parents over to see this. Was this always like this?”

“No, I wanted to change somethings, like make it mine. I saw this in a building catalog, called a carpenter, and showed him the picture. He made a drawing, I suggested a few changes, and he went at it.”

“So, you don’t need that dresser in your room?”

“No, but that dresser was my parents, call me sentimental, but that is something that reminds me of my mom and dad.”

“Did you change anything else?”

“Yes, the bathroom was done over as well. I wanted a more modern bathroom, so I had that done.”

“Can I see that?”

“Better than that, I always shower before going to bed. It helps me to sleep. I started doing that when I first moved into this room. So...if you want, you can shower before bed as well.”

Now showering with Glen turned out to be something else. It wasn’t just being nude. We saw each other naked on the boat. I brushed my teeth and started the shower. I was washing my hair when I felt someone behind me, “Here let me do that.”

If you never had your hair washed by someone else, you don’t know what you’re missing. The head massage feels good, and when it’s done by someone you like, it goes beyond feeling good. He didn’t stop there. Taking the sponge and soap, he began to wash my back. I began to wash my front. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a little excited, particularly as he began to wash my lower back and legs. I wondered what he would do when he reached my ass. It didn’t take me long to find out as his hands began to massage and wash my gluteal muscles. Would he go where no man has ever been? Yes, he did, but he didn’t breach the gate. However, I’m sure his gun was loaded.

Rinsing, a hand reached around my front and took my gun in hand. The other hand was handling the ammo. I leaned back into Glen and felt another gun in my back. Since we are almost the same height, I was a little concerned where that gun would land as I could feel where it was aimed. Glen brought me off, and I never painted that wall as I did then.

Taking a breather, we change places. I gave Glen a head massage that required two shampoos. As I washed his back and legs, I could appreciate his physique. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was defined. Remembering how he played, I followed the script. When I took hold of his gun, it took all of my will power not to enter his gate, but I didn’t.

We rinsed off, smiling all the time. Stepping out of the shower, I handed him a warm towel and then took one for me. I took my towel and began to dry him. I spent a lot of time on his hair. I didn’t want wet pillows. After I dried him, tools and all, he repeated the process with me. “I could get use to this, do you sleep in boxers or sweats?”

“I normally sleep as God made me.”

“That suits me.”

I pulled the covers down, got in bed, ready to sleep. I smiled as I realize who was sharing my bed. I reached over and took his hand, holding it, I fell sleep.