Page 35 of The Good Neighbour
“Was she very upset that I didn’t speak to her?” Hugh asked.
“More pissed that Mrs Wimpole beat her to it,” Josh replied.
Hugh chuckled. “I’ll do her next. I promise.”
Josh looked up. “You seem happy.”
“I am,” Hugh replied, staring at Josh through the mirror. “I think this is going to really work. I reckon we’ll do a female version of the Prof too. What do you think?”
It was a really good idea. Josh groaned. “In for a penny and all that.”
He had to admit, they were a formidable double act. He had no clue what a drag version of the Professor would be like.
They chatted about this and that until finally Hugh had emerged. After having a shower, he came out of the bathroom in just a robe.
Josh had almost dozed off. He snapped to attention when faced with this vision. Hugh was naturally slim but not super toned. Josh supposed that wasn’t what they wanted in the drag world.
His hairless light skin seemed good enough to eat. Still with water droplets all over him, Josh longed to take a bite.
“You look incredible,” he said.
“I think you’ve already used that line tonight,” Hugh replied. A glint in his eye.
“And I meant it then too. In a totally different way. But still incredible.”
Hugh was towelling his hair. “Maybe you should let me see you. Fair’s fair.”
“Ah, I can’t see everything.”
With a flick of his hip, Hugh’s towel dropped to the floor. Josh gasped. He had the biggest dick Josh had ever seen.
“Fucking hell.”
Using his free hand, Hugh stroked his cock. “You like?”
Josh nodded.
He got off the bed and walked toward Hugh, who jumped back. “Oh no you don’t.”
“Fine.”
Josh took off the neon vest he’d been sporting all evening. He’d always been proud of his body. When Winston had been ill, Josh had got into the habit of going swimming most days. Something he’d let go, stupidly.
Still, his body was decent. His dark skin a total contrast to Hugh’s, Josh was way more muscular. A smattering of black hair on his chest made a line down to his waistband.
A sight that Hugh seemed to be enjoying. His cock twitched.
Josh removed his socks. Silently praying that he wouldn’t fall flat on his arse. He’d never performed a strip for anyone before and he wasn’t totally sure how comfortable it made him. Yet seeing that magnificent appendage twitching each time he removed an item of clothing was more than enough to spur him on.
His nerves were still flying around his system like crazed gnats. They threatened to overwhelm him. As he stood up, he swallowed them down.
His own cock was rock-solid inside the board shorts. Hugh bit his lip as he noticed.
Josh pulled the shorts down. Underneath he’d put on a white jockstrap.
“Oh fucking Jesus,” Hugh said, crossing the room. “You play to win, my friend.”
He placed his hand in the small of Josh’s back and drew him close. Josh gasped as their naked bodies touched for the first time.
