Mr Roberts rolled over and tugged the sheet around his large frame, leaving me on my back feeling rather, well, stunned. Had he really known it was me all along? Oh god, what if Tommy found out. All the threats from Becca came flooding back as I pictured Tommy's face with the news that I had been fucked, not once but twice, by his Father.
"But..." I said meekly.
Mr Roberts rolled over on to his back and looked over at me with a smirk. "Don't worry Sweetie, I'll be wanting more of that talented mouth, I just don't want Tommy to walk in on us. Now scoot."
I looked at Mr Roberts and thought about his words, they sent a shiver down my spine, but it was starting to dawn on me that being seen in this situation was probably not the best. After all, Becca had already caught me and that led to nothing but trouble, being caught by Tommy would be a disaster.
I scooped up my discarded clothes and wig and teetered my way to the door. "Damn you've got a fuckable ass." Mr Roberts said as I reached out a hand and turned the handle.
"Thank you, Sir," I whispered, turning on my girlie voice again. I turned around and bent over quickly, pushing my butt out.
Back in Tommy's room, I slumped on the bed. Still clutching my wardrobe, I nearly fell asleep, but before the last tendrils of weariness caught up with me I sat up. Looking around the room I located my school bag and pushed all the clothes into it. I unbuckled the shoes and pushed those in too, followed by the wig. I looked over at the mirror and saw the mascara lines down my cheeks but apart from that my makeup was pretty much gone, I suspected my lipstick didn't last the first ten minutes. I secretly wondered if Mr Roberts would be able to tell what shade I had worn if he looked down. Once I was happy that I'd stowed any incriminating evidence, I crawled under Tommy's sheets and fell asleep.
I'm not sure what time it was when I felt the edge of the bedrock slightly. I opened my eyes with a yawn to be greeted by my best friend smiling at me. "Now this is a surprise welcome home." He said as he kicked off his shoes.
"Hey Tommy," I said trying to sit up. "Have a nice break with your Mom?"
"Dude! I had the best time." He said while he began to undress.
Although we were best friends, it had been several years since we'd shared a gym class, and the last time either of us openly stripped in front of the other was probably a good five or even six years ago, so it came as a complete surprise when Tommy just happily started taking off his clothes. Sure, I'd seen him at the beach last Summer, and he was lean, toned even, but not nearly as muscular as he was now. His arms had always shown muscle, but his chest was thick and powerful now. His abs were undulating and pronounced. His shoulders broadened out further than I think I'd ever noticed when he was fully dressed. "Like Father, Like Son," I whispered.
Tommy continued. "We went to the beach nearly every day," he explained, "it was hot, much hotter than here. It was packed full of babes. And do you know what, in Europe, they sunbathe, topless! Can you imagine? I had to literally swim all day to hide my boner. That or sunbathe on my stomach."
He hadn't stopped undressing the entire time he was describing his holiday, and I wasn't about to stop him either. The sight of my boyhood friend almost naked was hard to describe, but the more I saw, the more I wanted to see. His legs were every bit as developed as his upper body. Thick thighs and bulging calves held him firmly upright. His waist was starting to look comedically thin compared to either his top or bottom half. He had stripped his trousers off facing away from me, so I could see the definition in his calves very well, and I'd be lying if I hadn't marvelled at the definition of his ass in those tight briefs. The comment about Father and Son similarities came to mind again when I saw his choice of underwear. Of course, my entire world got turned upside down a moment later. Innocently I was wishing for Tommy to turn and face me so I could check out how defined his thighs were from the front. They looked meaty and very thick; I had always found a pair of muscular legs rather enjoyable to look at. However, when he did turn to face me, an entirely different thing came to my attention.
Tommy hadn't stopped talking the entire time. When he turned, he was holding his hands out in front of his chest trying to illustrate how big some woman's breasts had been on the beach. She'd been sat next to him for a whole day and he'd watched her rub lotion over her chest several times, and he regaled me with the play-by-play. Normally, like any other horny eighteen-year-old, I'd be fixated with the imagery that Tommy was conjuring. However, the more he spoke, the more details and demonstrations he gave, the more vivid he got, the more I became aware that tight-white briefs were not built to hide the Roberts' male genitalia. He was so big, he must have been hard, that was clear from the way his bulge reached over his hip, even so, he was every inch his Father's son. Now it was a little clearer why Tommy had no problem getting naked in front of anyone, especially his childhood buddy.
"...and she was just about to put it in her mouth when her husband got home. I had to jump the fence. I've never been so horny in my life." Tommy stopped talking and looked at me, his hands were on his hips and his legs were apart like Superman. "Can you believe that?"
