We finished our shower and dressed. Richard was waiting for us in one of the chairs. Mr. Wilson went upstairs to shower and dress. He has an appointment in Beverly Hills. He wanted me to share what he thinks you need to do, now. Now that you know how to have fun.

“A month ago, I was sitting where you are having experienced the play dead game myself. My dead partner wasn't someone I would have chose myself, but still, I experienced the joy of being messed with and not being able to do anything about it. You face a problem. You want to do this again with each other, even actively. This is called homosexuality. You would be tagged as gay. But, you really aren't gay. It is just exciting to share your young fresh body with another. If you were still doing this at forty that would be another story. We can add girls to what we are doing here. You talk about soft and smooth and having a place to put your dick that is warm and wet... Anyway, Mr. Wilson's point to you is to enjoy this experience while your bodies are young and fresh and maturing into handsome men.

“Your problem now is, where can you find a place to do this for an hour or two or even adding more people to the event? Your can't. So he is offering you his basement to use. You ask. He will make the arrangements and even add a different twist to the games. Videos and photos will be taken, but they are a part of his private collection only. As you can see, he doesn't need the money by selling them. So, you have the phone number and email address. Would you want to discuss doing this next Wednesday at the same time?” 

I looked at Roy and said grinning, “How about tomorrow?”

They both laughed. “We could,” Richard said, “but trust me, it is more fun when you build up a strong desire to do it again. A desire that builds on you and drives you nuts so that you can hardly stand the waiting.”

“That's fine with me.” I said. “Sure.” Roy replied.

“You two don't even know each other and you are the best of friends, but no sexual contact until it is organized for next week. Agreed?”

We both nodded. “Okay, we'll see you next week. Park you cars in the garage in back and come on down yourselves. Mr. Wilson will be talking to you early next week, but you call him. No parents answering the phone to a strange man asking for their kids.

We shared phone numbers and email as we left. We hugged again and left in our cars.