Chapter 3Toby woke to the sound of Wayne’s phone alarm going off. It took a second for his eyes to open and the beer fog to clear from his mind. When he finally did look up, Wayne, was up on his knees, leaning over Toby trying to get his phone to stop making that awful noise. Toby looked at Wayne’s strong, smooth chest and the big biceps that stuck out as he reached for the phone. His eyes followed Wayne’s torso down to a flat belly and then he looked at the tight underwear he was wearing and the outline of what could be seen through them. After a moment, he sensed Wayne wasn’t moving anymore and looked up at his face.
“Mornin’,” Wayne said, still not moving but looking down at Toby, smiling.
“Mornin’,” said Toby, hoping he wasn’t flushing red in the face.
Wayne sat back down on the bed
