I was a bit surprised by this because he usually went into the bathroom to change. Anthony slumped onto the couch, stripping down to just his boxers. I didn’t mind it all that much, because there was always a hot guy screwing the girl. He turned on the T.V to his favorite show, porn. We proceeded down into the basement where we usually sleep. We got home around 11:30pm and his parents went straight upstairs to bed. I always enjoyed when he won because he was over excited for when he got home to tell me all about it even though I was there. Also the thought of all those sweaty hockey players in their jock straps in the locker room made me hot and bothered. Of course I obliged because I very much like watching him play. One day after high school on Friday, Anthony invited me to go watch one of his hockey games and sleep over afterwards. He had known for a long time now and he was very comfortable with it. Everyone knew I was gay, and so did Anthony. ![]() I was an average brown haired, brown eyed Portuguese gay boy. ![]() ![]() I on the other hand was a different story. Anthony was a tall, wavy haired Italian stallion that always had girls swooning over him. Anthony was always the envy of every girl in the school, and I just happened to be his best friend.
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