One evening Ben came home drunk. “I’m going out with the lads from work,” he had told Bryan that morning. Bryan had felt a twinge of jealousy for Ben had not been paying him any special attention, not since that one night of passion so long ago.
It was after midnight when Bryan was roused from his sleep by the sound of Ben lumbering down the hallway towards his bedroom. Only Ben didn’t go into his own bedroom. Instead he turned left and entered Bryan’s room.
Bryan’s eyes were wide. He felt Ben lift the covers up and immediately he was hard.
“Hey Bryan,” Ben slurred. “Hey Bryan, are you awake?”
He wasn’t sure why he did it, but Bryan remained silent. He pretended to be asleep. Perhaps it was because he wanted to see what Ben would do. Perhaps he was punishing Ben for his lack of attenti
