Page 35 of Snowballing

“I’m twice your size. Nothing’s going to fit you. You can suck it up for one night. You’ll be sleeping anyway. What do you care? Tomorrow we can see if your clothes are dry, and if not, we can go shopping.”

Gareth squeezed by me. “Just gonna get dressed in the other room.”

As soon as Gareth left, Trey put the shirt on, and let the towel fall to the floor. The shirt was comically large, and I attempted to stifle my laughter.

“I told you it would look ridiculous.”

“You’re gonna be asleep,” I countered.

“Where? The living room is soaked.”

“My bed?”

“Where’s Gareth going to sleep? The floor?”

Until now, I hadn’t thought of that.

“He’s old. He’ll hurt his back. He already told me he’s allergic to dust. All the dust from under your bed will get to him.”

Okay. That was certainly an explanation. “I didn’t know you were that concerned for him. And what? You don’t think Serena does a thorough job cleaning our house?”

“I can get a sleeping bag from the garage. I think Gareth should sleep in your bed. It’s big enough for like five guys.”

I could smell a plot being formed. “Well, then you can fit in with us.”

Trey made a face and opened the door, heading to the bedroom. Instinctively, I followed and interrupted Gareth…smelling my shirt. He hadn’t even put the shorts on yet.

“Fuck! I mean- I’m sorry.”

My cock sent me a ‘thank you’ as it awakened. The white bikini briefs he had chosen were well-filled, and I didn’t need to imagine with what. I remembered.

Gareth grabbed the shorts off the bed and quickly pulled them up. “Thanks for the clothes.” He shook his head. “This night has been a disaster. I’m almost afraid to fall asleep again.”

“You don’t have to worry. Dad will protect you,” Trey said, just before leaving the room.

I couldn’t read Gareth’s face, but it was definitely getting pinker.

“I checked the other bedroom. It’s wet too, so the only options are the kitchen, the master bath, and in here. Trey’s getting a sleeping bag.”

“Sounds like scouts,” Gareth said.

“You were in the scouts?”

Shit. I didn’t mean for that to sound so judgmental.

“Wow. Someone like me couldn’t be a boy scout?”

“That’s not how I meant it.”

Gareth took a step toward me. “That’s how it sounded.”

I moved a step towards him, and he didn’t back away. We were only a few feet apart. I was close enough to tell his nipples were hard under the thin worn fabric of my shirt.

I hadn’t ever had a lover wear my clothes, so I was shocked to find it so arousing. If I wasn’t careful, my cock would pop out and cause a lot of trouble.

“Trey said he’d-”

Ding dong!