Teen naked boys naked teen boys that I wouldn't have any chrome left on my trailer hitch if I dated him." Bobby relayed my retort and the laughter was louder.
"He said to tell you that he's your designated trailer bitch tonight." Bobby snickered over Ma Bell. "Now get dressed, grab a couple of bottles and get your tight ass over here!"
"All right. I'm coming."
"Not without me!!"
I had already taken a shower so I raided my closet for a satisfactory outfit for Bobby. I didn't have too much to worry about because he had always maintained that I was a gay man who was still in the closet. I would walk into a mall and get a major hard-on. Hugo Boss was my favorite, followed closely by Armani but I selected a Tommy Hilfiger shirt and Ralph Lauren jeans for Bobby. He always raved about how my ass looked in jeans and since it was his birthday, I'd give him a young visual present.
I grabbed his present on the way out, stopped by the corner store for a case of cold asti spumante and headed over to Bobby's apartment. Gerald answered the door, his curly teen naked boys hair spilling over his face. He smiled brilliantly at me.
A cheer went up inside and Carsen and Reggie grabbed my arms, ushering me into Bobby's abode. I accepted cheek kisses from all and asked Reggie to grab the case of booze from my car while I went to see Bobby. They had him sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, a dunce cap on his head. He gave me one of his patented grins and hugged me tightly, kissing my ear.
"Took you long enough to get here."
"I had to frat boys naked out my clothes."
He threw his head back with a loud laugh. "You are so gay, Roger, but I love you any way!"
That was our private joke. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him until he squealed. "Happy birthday, bitch." I put my present naked frat boys his hand.
"Thanks." He smiled at me, holding my hand as Gerald and Reggie breezed into the kitchen with the booze.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Pop those corks!"
Needless to say, we were all zonked when we headed out to the club. Out of twelve bottles, we had five left. Carsen broke into uncontrollable giggles as he proclaimed that there was 'one for each of us' and Bobby said that he hoped there was more than one. Gerald called a cab and we headed over to Siren to dance our asses off.
Siren was blazing when we arrived. The cab deposited us at the entrance awning and we were waved in by teen naked boys brother, Conrad, the owner of the club.