The Salt 2
by RdyRoger
Copyright 2009 and all that stuff
I felt great... it was still early afternoon, I could tell from the sun and the watch on my wrist. I'd had to start using different fastening holes on the watch band as my wrist was so thick now. I had to ease it back another hole as my arm had grown bigger in my sleep.
Joey moaned softly. I was a bit uncomfortable.. my arm was pinned under him... and he was heavy. I could tell he was bigger. but how much bigger?
I rolled out from under him and stood up. I felt stronger. I'd had another half teaspoon of the salt. My junk in my basket felt heavier, that was for sure. I stretched and I could feel the newly grown muscle in my arms and legs and torso.
I looked down at Joey. He looked bigger. I'd dosed him with a heaping teaspoon of the salt and then another half teaspoon.
Joey... wow. I sat down and waited. He woke up about a half hour later. I could swear he grew in that half hour. His shaggy blond hair was brushing his neck and shoulders and his legs were muscled and long. His calves were certainly bigger, I'd spent the morning riding up to the ranger station watching his ass and legs. And his thighs... they were definitely fighting a battle with his jeans. And winning.
"Hey sleepy head wake up!"
"mmmm I feel so good! Joey stretched and his t shirt ripped. He stood up. He was taller. He was two inches taller than me. I moved up the slope of the hill so he would still have to look up at me.
"Damn flimsy shirt!" Joey's shirt was skin tight on him and didn't reach down to his waist band anymore- he looked like one of those football jocks with the short cut jerseys that expose an inch or two of their abs. But that can happen when you grow 4 inches in an afternoon. And Joey's abs were phenomenal.
And his jeans... ummm... painted on. And I wanted to tear them off. And he was a bit disoriented. I don't really blame him. He'd been 5'10" tall the day before.
I kissed him. His tongue had grown bigger too and he stuck it down my throat and I sucked on it. HOT.
In a minute we were removing... not quite tearing off our clothes although both our shirts took some abuse. When I pulled open his button fly jeans it was like his boxer briefs had been one of those party favor snakes in a can. Boing! Amazing amount of mayhem going on in Joey's trunks.
I grabbed his junk through his fly and massaged his cock and his big stones. He moaned. I saw a wet spot start on the boxer briefs so I pulled them down and that magnificent package was in front of me. I was in heaven. Pig heaven. He was a lot bigger... my Italian stallion. Or really he was more like my Italian Bull.
I say this because his banana and oranges had been replaced with a cucumber and giant navel oranges. And his junk hung a lot lower, halfway down his thigh. He was over 11". During his nap his cock had grown 2". And you may remember I mentioned a thickening aspect to the growth? Well it made a difference from my giant cock. His cock was at least an inch bigger in circumference than my cock. My now
10-1/2" cock and my 6' 3" height was nothing compared to Joey's 11-1/2" cock and 6'4" height. His thickness wasn't just happening to his cock and balls. He looked like a competition bodybuilder now. Arms were definitely huger than mine, and he had that double bicep extra muscle thing popping up going on. His lats were really thick now which gave him a lot of thickness through his torso, and his pecs were glorious. I had big thick strong pecs. Joey had... huge thick steel fibers running across his chest and his veins were so developed... so vascular. And big nipples. And his quads and calves were huge. Only the fact he was so long limbed stopped them from being completely freaky.
We made love on the grass again and again. I came 6 times. Joey came 8 times- or was it 9?
We had to wash off in the stream which was ice cold. We splashed around in it but didn't stay in for more than about 5 minutes because of the temperature. I have to tell you, even bathing in an ice cold stream my cock soft... shrunken down ice cold water tiny was still over 6". Joey's was 7". In ice cold water. It wasn't ever going to be inconspicuous again. I liked that I have to admit. I was still incredibly turned on but I knew we had to get home before dark. Joey was in a bit of a daze. The cold water made his nipples hard. Very sexy. Maybe it was too much growth in 24 hours. Maybe it was the incredible sexual energy he must be feeling.
I got Joey out of the stream, we managed to dry off a bit with a couple of tiny gym towels from the knapsack. I had to wipe Joey down and ring out the towel a couple of times. He was huge! A lot of wet skin to wipe down.
I got him dressed and we hiked back down the trail. Joey was going to need some new shoes his feet were a lot bigger now and he was in some pain from the hike back.
We managed to retrieve the bikes from the ranger station without incident although the ranger looked at us... and especially Joey Franco... very curiously.
I have to tell you that we both looked obscene in our bike shorts. Especially Joey Franco, he looked like he had a cucumber shoved in his jock. Well, he did, it was just a meat cucumber.
I had my wish. Joey was bigger than me, taller, thicker, more hung, more bull balled, and more muscled. I loved it. But I knew that I had overdone it. I would have to lay low on the salts for a while.
"You really have hit your growth spurt stud," I told Joey as I rode away leaving him looking confused and distracted on his front porch.
Well, what else was I gonna say?
I got in after dinner, ate until the fridge was half empty, and went to bed. I didn't see Trey the runt until the next morning. I was heading out of the bathroom and I'd had a long shower and I was still sporting a chubby under the towel. Trey just about bumped into me. I didn't recognize him. Then my mind recalibrated. The salt it seemed was more efficacious when administered to a 13 year old. Trey was about 4 inches taller than yesterday, from one teaspoon of the salt. He was 5'11" tall. When Trey realized what he'd just about bumped into, he looked up and straight at my chest. So then he looked away from that. He pushed past me and slammed the door. Ah, brotherly love. And that wasn't all. His soft teen body was gone, he was slender with big defined muscles and a shaggy head of dark brown hair.
And he had something else going on from the sound of him gasping and pounding his meat... I could hear it in the hallway even with the water running in the shower! No one was around. I peeked through the old fashioned keyhole. Trey was in silhouette in the shower, his hand grasping his cock and it stuck out another handful and he started stroking with two handfuls. Hmm... better not give Trey anymore salt. At breakfast my Mom told him to get a haircut and that he needed some new clothes.
"I have some nice clothes I've outgrown- Trey can have them. Looks like you hit your growth spurt, Trey- no Big deal."
Trey turned red. Mission accomplished.
My Uncle Joe was surprised by my growth I think... but then he was so distracted anyway. And I made sure to wear an XXL t shirt when I went to see him and baggy sweats and a tight jockstrap (OUCH!) underneath to keep things in control and slouch to not be so tall.
"You look like you're growing up!"
"Yeah I'm working out. It was your idea."
"How is that my idea?"
"You told me that someone had to be small for someone to be big, so I started working out on the weights at the gym."
"Oh... and how is that for you?"
"It's okay, I like being bigger, makes sports and stuff easier. And it feels good too."
"Exercise is the best preventative medicine!"
I loved my Uncle Joe. But he was a cornball.
Just then the telephone rang. Uncle Joe was called away. I promised him I'd hang out and keep an eye on things.
I watched him head out the lab an down the hall and up the stairs.
I was across the lab and the cabinet wasn't even locked. I took another generous helping of GF - 2009- M -135 and folded it up on an envelope and into my backpack.
Then I opened the notebook that my uncle had put his hands on the first time he told me about the GF. There was a lot of descriptive abstracts in there. Looks like the one for GF-2009-M-135 was one of the more successful ones. There were many others, and a lot of them were described as effective, at least as effective as the graphs showed for GF - 2009- M -135.
One promoted muscle density, one helped sexual performance, several targeted genitals, some hair, some height, some muscle development. It appeared that a lot of the earlier numbers had been developed for different tests to synthesize the GF - 2009- M -135. There were a few higher numbers, but not many.
I grabbed a piece of paper and jotted down a bunch of the numbers I was interested in and one or two word descriptions of the factors affected.
I was a fast reader. When my cell phone rang I just about jumped out of my skin though.
I answered it. It was my Uncle Joe. He was going into a meeting, wanted me to lock up the lab when I left. I told him I was working on some homework, and would take off in about ten minutes.
I closed the door to the lab. I had a bunch of envelopes in my backpack, all filled with different GF factors. I especially took some of the singularly targeted powders, and 5 of the higher numbers that seemed similar to GF - 2009- M -135 but with different balanced GF. And I had used the copier to take the copies of the pages that I was interested in.
At any rate it was fun. Or I was out of control. 15 years old, 6'3" tall and hung 10" and muscled like a middleweight bodybuilder and horny all the time... and with a body that could supply endless energy for sexual pursuits.
I realized that I would need to work on some of the other friends I had. There were a bunch of guys I knew through the Gay and Lesbian Center, and even some straight friends who were cool.
I wanted to continue with Joey, who was making my tender young heart feel crazy things I never felt before, but I didn't want to make any mistakes.
I went home, waited until everyone was asleep in the middle of the night.. and poured the salts into spice bottles I picked up at the thrift store. I labeled them and stuck them into a shoe box in the back of my closet. hah hah. I then pored over the notes and tried to understand what I was reading. It wasn't really that difficult. Uncle Joe was a smart guy. Everything was very self explanatory. Some of the notes though... who wanted longer toes? or bigger feet?
I was tempted to try some of the powders on myself but I was okay with me the way I was.
Then I heard a noise in the house. I froze. It was a squeeking. I padded down the hallway, avoiding the noisy floorboards and heard voices in my brother's room. My little bro had company! And it didn't take me more than about 2 seconds to realize he was having sex with another man.
I looked in the keyhole. It was Trey and his pal Freddie. Freddie was an average guy. I was stunned. Trey wasn't straight. Trey was gay. I didn't laugh. I wanted to though. Freddie was sucking on Trey's cock.
This put a whole other spin on things. Why he wasn't out to the rents I had no idea. Then I got it. He didn't want to disappoint them the way I had. Since I was gay he HAD to be straight.
I listened at the door. It was pretty much what you'd expect. Freddie was going on about Trey's big 7" cock. Trey was proud of it.
That was pretty fun. I'd given Trey that piece of meat. And his trim strong body and 4 inches in height. Freddie was worried about his size, Trey said it was fine. Then Freddie was going on about his weight and how he was going to hit the gym. Trey told Freddie that he liked short guys and not to worry about it. Not everyone could have a big cock and he liked Freddie fine.
I couldn't believe it. My little asshole brother was actually a decent human being. And... I thought about Trey and Freddie, two little 13 year old teens who were just junior size queens.
I went back to my room. I thought very carefully about Trey. He had to come out. I didn't want to out him though, that would be too uncool, he'd never forgive me... and I decided I shouldn't be so selfish. Really, some people have to be small for some people to be big, but not my family and friends.
The next morning I salted Trey's eggs again.
"Dad, I think Trey might be having a growth spurt! What if he gets to be 7' tall and bigger than me?"
"Don't talk nonsense Travis!"
"Why not that would be cool! Then I would be the big brother!"
"Nope, you'll always be a runt to me no matter how big you get!"
"Ha ha, younger brothers grow taller than older brothers."
"Is that so?"
Trey was shoving his eggs in his mouth. I guess his appetite improved with his secret sex trysts at 2am.
"Well, we'll see."
I saw Joey Franco, the blond 6'4" muscle god in the locker room. He winked at me. I winked back. He looked down at his package and gestured. Then he mouthed silently, "Can you believe this fucking thing?"
I nodded vigorously. I looked down at my package and then back up at him.
"What are you two fags up to?" It was skinny little Zeke. Zeke was black and cute and fun. He was completely straight, totally happy to hang with gay guys, and one of our best friends. And he was a football fan. I didn't get the attraction. But it didn't matter.
"Hey Zeke," I said. "We're going to work out later, why don't you come join us?" Joey raised his eyebrows. I stared hard at Joey.
"Hey sure Zeke, that would be fun we could use the company I am so tired of Travis being so perfect I could use someone normal to hang out with."
So we cajoled Zeke into working out with us. That was the start of our working out, which was fun and felt good and I really believe helped me feel even healthier than just with the salts. I mean, you gotta drive a car, right?
From there it was easy for me to spring for some smoothies for after the workout.
I took a small amount- 1 teaspoon, of muscle density improver. Would be great to have more strength for my size.
I fed Joey a heaping teaspoon of GF - 2009- M -135. I liked what it had done for me, so I figured why not just keep going?
It was a good three weeks from the last time I had salted Joey. So that was forever to me. But I didn't want to screw up. Summer break was coming up, last thing I wanted to do was screw up. We'd screwed around once more together. I know that he was screwing around with some other guys... but hadn't done anything he needed a condom for yet. And I was the same.
I wanted to put two heaping teaspoons into Joey's drink... but I knew that I needed to be patient. So I was.
For Zeke, I could have done the same... But I figured I should try some of the other salts. I used another formulation, it seemed more effective in some ways on the muscle graphs, it looked as though there would be a different sort of growth for muscles and height and other factors.
So I put in three teaspoons for Zeke. And ... I added in two teaspoons of genital growth factors. The truth is Zeke was tiny in every way. And I figured I could help him out, I know that he was embarrassed and he was always checking me out... and especially Joey. But that was okay. Straight guys have size issues too! His dream was to be a pro football player. Not too likely for a guy 5'3" tall.
My smoothie tasted fine.
I guess Joey's did too he drank it right down. Damn I should have put in another teaspoon! But no. Joey's growth spurt had cause a lot of concern and comment. Most of the guys at school now knew Joey was the big man in one way or another. I figured I should buy him an XL t shirt with an arrow pointing down and the word "HUGE" above it. Although I could wear that myself.
Zeke however, he didn't like the taste of his smoothie- too salty. I encouraged him to drink it down. He drank about 2/3 of it. Then he said he didn't want the rest and Joey chugged it down. Well, what was I going to say? No wait I poisoned that drink?
I figured Joey had about a teaspoon of the new growth factor number I'd intended for Zeke. And at least a half teaspoon, maybe more, of the genital growth factors. So that was ... oops.
See, Joey's Mom had gotten crazy when her boy had grown up literally overnight. But at any rate, people were used to Moms going on about how they didn't want their babies to grow up. So she learned to accept it. Or shut up about it. Probably if more people had paid attention to Joey when he was short they might have noticed... but they didn't even look at him until he was 6'2" tall.
I think Joey Franco didn't let himself think about it. I had said to him that I had noticed him growing for 4 months. He kinda looked at me funny. But he didn't argue. I told him I read about some guys can grow 2" in one month. "Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," I'd told him, " but I was wondering when you were gonna buy some bigger clothes! Not that I didn't enjoy the view."
"I didn't even realize that I needed bigger clothes."
"Yeah well I guess you didn't notice until your pants started strangling your cock."
"Is that all you like me for?"
"Not by a long shot. I had my eye on you when you were 5 and a half feet tall!"
I guess he decided to believe me. Fortunately the confusion seemed to pass. I think it helped him to forget the transition. I know he went into the bathroom sometimes to jerk off- heck I did too, but he did more often. But he'd gotten his new body under control, or at least worked out an accommodation to his new needs and desires. At least he was still the same sweet sweet boy I liked. He still had all his geek friends and spent time to go out of his way to be nice to people not as built as him. Frankly, he could have been Superman how nice he was.
I went home that day- but I made sure to tell Zeke and Joey both that I thought they were getting taller! (Separately of course) Zeke thought I was teasing him.
At any rate... I went home.
"Hey Mom where's Trey?"
"Poor guy was all beat from school. He went upstairs to take a nap."
Gulp.
This was a lot to deal with all in one day. I was always over committing. As well as perhaps now over-cumming. If that is possible.
There was a knock on the door. I opened the door and looked down on Freddie. Freddie, Trey's boyfriend. Freddie looked at me, looked down and checked out my big bulging junk in my basket (hey it's a curse I have to bear. or bare. often I hope.) and then he looked up at me.
And blushed. Hey I was getting used to it.
"Hey Fred come in and hang out!" I sure wasn't gonna call him Freddie. Fred suited him better.
He shuffled in. His black hair was spiky with gel and his eyes were so dark they were black. Sexy. No wonder Trey liked him.
"Trey is upstairs asleep but will be down for dinner come hang with me in the living room we can watch some BSG or Star Trek."
Freddie didn't argue. Most people didn't with me. Hey, being eye candy is fun. And it's polite to share. And even more fun.
"So Fred where are you from?"
He knew what I meant.
Mostly Eastern Europe, Hungary, Romania it turned out. Not that I knew what that meant.
I told Freddie I was going to the kitchen. I zapped some tater tots and ran up the back stairs to my room. I'd prepared Freddie's salt earlier. I brought in a saucer of hot tater tots, liberally salted, and I had one for myself. Regular salt. For me. Not that I wasn't tempted.
I gave Freddie his salted potatoes. They were still hot and he was hungry. I gave him a cola and he didn't argue. I ate my fries and watched him eat his potatoes. He literally licked the plate clean (when he thought I wasn't looking) He was nice. He deserved a break. He made Trey happy.
So why not share some of my salt with him?
I heard someone stumble on the stairs.
I'd used another double teaspoon on Trey... including a muscle density boost and a a genital boost as well. I mean, why not? What was anyone going to say... your penis can't be that big? What are they going to do arrest him?
Trey entered the room. He was OVER 6' 2" tall. Even after allowing for the shaggy dark brown hair flowing around his head. Almost as tall as me. I stood up and yeah my eyes were still a bit above his. He was slouching some though. I felt a flush of embarrassment. But no, let him enjoy it. He was rubbing his head. And he was still a lot more slender than me. But with bigger muscles than this morning. I mean, he was still only 13 years old. My runt brother. What a hot sexy ass on him now! He was walking around in briefs and they were wrapped around his bobbing smooth butt cheeks like Christmas ribbon. I'm not even going to comment on the basket.
Okay I will. I think... he was bigger than me. I'm pretty sure of it. I mean I knew what I looked like in the mirror. I guess that genital boost did the trick. And being young. I guess you're growing then so it makes you grow more?
And his stones. I won't even call them testicles. Humongous- big as Joey's that's for sure. whoops. But Joey had some of that genital growth and more powders too!!!
I looked over at Freddie. His jaw was in his lap and his tongue had unrolled like a WB cartoon. Okay, not really. But it sure gave that impression.
"Hey runt!" Trey rubbed his head, he was confused. "I bumped my head on the closet door!"
I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing. Never knew Trey was so funny!
"Fred is here!" Trey looked up. "Oh hi Freddie I forgot you were coming over I'm still really sleepy."
"Trey get upstairs and put on some board shorts at least to cover up your junk! And a t- shirt. Freddie, you'd better walk him upstairs and help him find his clothes. And then make him lie back down... you can read a book or something I am gonna watch the next two hours of BSG before I go out tonight."
Fred nodded and stood up. He was short next to Trey. Well, he liked Trey being tall and big. I knew that from my eavesdropping. Hey, I know it was uncool but I didn't plan it. And I didn't hang around either. I did actually jerk off like 3 times thinking about them going at it down the hall. But that's not important right now. And Trey... well, we'd see. Fred would be tall and big in other ways though, as in really muscular and hung.
I'd selected for Fred two heaping teaspoons of a GF that was limited in height growth by about 1/3 of GF - 2009- M -135 and was higher on some of the muscle developments. Then I'd added in a muscle density factor so he wouldn't be crushed by my runt brother. And then I added in a whole teaspoon of the genital growth factors, skewed to sexual performance and... um... well, if you thought my brother Trey had big balls... see, when I'd been listening at the door Trey had said how much he liked Freddie's balls. Not that they were great but you know, he seemed fixated on that a bit so why not give his boyfriend something they could both enjoy?
Fred was only 5'4" tall so he wouldn't really get too much notice until he was over 6'. At least, that was my experience. And I wanted to give Freddie some real muscle so he shouldn't grow too tall too quickly.
Freddie went over to Trey, who was a bit wobbly. Trey leaned on him and they went slowly upstairs.
My Mom came in and asked where the boys were. I said they were doing homework and I made them some dinner. She was running out to see a friend and Dad was on a business trip. Good timing.
I told her to stay out late and have fun. When her car drove away I listened at the back stairs. Sounding like it had the other night. I was gonna have to get Trey to open up to me and give him some pointers on discretion. If Mom walked in she'd be scarred for life. They reached a climax and then went at it again for about 10 more minutes. I sat on the back stairs, jerking my thick 10 plus inches and cumming into a bath towel.
After I wiped down after my 3rd eruption I heard the doorbell. I shoved my softening junk in my shorts and went to the door. When I opened it I saw the silhouette of a tall man with blond hair.
It was Joey. He seemed disoriented. Actually, he looked really sleepy. Almost like he was sleepwalking.
"Hey Travis."
"Joey come in you look beat!"
I kissed him and brought him inside. It was just at 5:00pm so the night was still young.
"Travis I need to lay down I am soo sleepy I just need a nap I don't think I can make it home..."
"Sure thing big fella."
I half dragged him upstairs and into my bedroom. I'd been dreaming about this but.. not quite like this.
He kissed me. I was on fire. He was on fire. I think I remembered to close the door. I didn't worry about making any noise... I knew Trey and Freddie were pre-occupied. Actually I think they were asleep again.
But I was on fire and so was he. He was tired but you know, men with 11" cocks and giant balls the size of large navel oranges can perform when they are tired. He shot a huge load on my chest and I shot on my chest at the same time and he wiped me off... and then rolled next to me and snuggled and was out like a light.
I looked at the clock. 5:30pm.
I dozed too. I'd forgotten, with all the incredible stuff going on, that I'd had the teaspoon of muscle density improver and so my body too was crying out for rest... and growth.
At about 8:00pm I woke up.
Big Joey was in my arms. I felt so STRONG. I looked and I was ripped. And I was a lot more vascular now. That muscle density improver did it's thing. The veins all over my body, especially like my biceps and pecs, were much bigger. And I was harder- denser, stronger.
Joey was snoring lightly. He was so damned cute. I figured he'd be out for a while. His body was bigger. He was bigger and taller. He was laying on his side curled up in the blankets. I couldn't see his package. I tried to lift the blanket and he pulled it tighter around his body in his sleep.
Okay, Okay, so I would wait. His back was broad and huge. His lats were so broad and his traps were huge too. And his delts. And his swollen triceps.
His right leg was sticking out of the blankets. His calf to me looked like it was the size of a Christmas ham. I threw the blanket over him and sat and watched him sleep for the next hour and a half.
And grow. When he finally woke up he was groggy again.
"Travis?"
"Hey I think you got a cold or something you were out of it. How do you feel now?"
"I'm okay, good, really I feel great. Still a bit sleepy though."
I kissed him and reached under the blanket. His chest was enormous- warm living muscle, thick and heavy and my hand brushed his nipple, which felt big as a silver dollar with pencil eraser sticking out of it an inch.
I felt down his brick sized abdominals into his thick bush and my hand encountered... a miracle.
A giant, living, miracle... attached to the man I realized I loved. Not just lusted for. Loved.
I reached lower and his testicle were the size of grapefruits in my hands.
I felt movement under the blanket as his cock stirred into new life. I reached down and grabbed it. I was able to get his giant knobby oversized cock head into my mouth and a few more inches and that was it.
When he came in my mouth cum shot out my nose. He shot again and it spewed forcefully around my lips and down his monster. I swallowed as much as I could but there was more and more. I realized I was cumming too, he had reached down, ever the gentleman, and stroked me off.
We fucked around more. Joey drifted in and out of his confusion.
Finally I got up at 10:30 pm. Joey stood up and walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was taller- if there'd been some question if he was over 6'4" there wasn't going to be one anymore. He was over 6'6". Like by maybe an inch. I knew I was 6'3" tall and he towered over me it felt like. Although that might be the huge thick widely muscled body he commanded now. His ass was to die for. Like Hercules. He turned and stood in the bathroom doorway. He was backlit again, and his cock draped down over his newly enhanced huge dusky jewels and swung pendulously between his legs. I will never forget that sight.
He didn't say anything. He seemed to just accept it now. He got dressed... I loaned him a XXL shirt I had from the thrift store but he tore out the sleeves putting it on. He pulled up his elastic microfiber boxer briefs and packed ... stuffed his meat in it. Thank god for stretch fabric. He pulled up his jeans. They were too tight and too short and he had a rediculously huge meat tube hanging down his leg but he buttoned the jeans and left.
I washed up quickly. I went down the hall. Trey's door was open. Freddie was gone. Trey was downstairs watching BSG.
"I already watched this episode"
"So?"
"Runt!"
"Where's Fred?"
"Left"
"You guys get your homework done?"
"Yeah."
"Hey Trey."
"What?"
"I'm happy for you little brother. Fred is a great guy. But you gotta tell Mom and Dad soon."
Trey was quiet for too long.
"They'll hate me."
"They will never hate you."
"What about...?" he looked at me and the runt's eyes were actually glistening like he might even shed a tear like a human being.
"I will never hate you. You're my brother. I love you."
I don't remember him crossing the room but he was in my arms and I was holding him and he was crying and he was taller than me and his biceps were huge and I could feel his big cock and two huge stones pressing into my hip and none of that mattered.
He was my little brother and I was going to make everything all right.
Besides, I told him, now we'd be able to go out to bars and parties together and cruise guys and watch out for each other.
I gotta hand it to him he's a tough kid. He actually managed to laugh at that while he was still sobbing in my arms.