Derek found Kellen in the living room, stretched out on the couch, naked. The length of his uncut d**k pointed up from a thick patch of dark blond hair to lay across his upper thigh; his ankles were crossed at one end of the couch, his arms in a similar position above his head. The television was on but that seemed to be the extent of the merrow’s technical knowledge, because the channel was set to one of those shopping networks and the woman on the screen was raving about a selection of suede handbags. Still, Kellen stared at the screen, fascinated.
For a moment Derek stood unnoticed in the doorway and watched his old friend, remembering a time when he himself had been just as amazed at the flickering images on the TV.
Then he thought of the finger f**k in the bedroom, and how his body
