The first thing to assail Jay Stewart’s senses as he slowly roused himself from a deep sleep was the pungent aroma of Wayne’s after shave lotion that clung to the blue satin pillowcase next to his head. As he inhaled the heady odor, memories flooded his semi-conscious mind and his prick began to harden against the cool sheet covering him.
Keeping his eyes closed and, trying to retain the dreamlike state, he reached down to the swelling organ and began caressing it tenderly, feeling it grow in his fist as he stroked the temporarily flaccid tool from base to tip.
It had taken a full thirty days, but he had finally managed to talk the engineer of his' nightly radio show into comm’g home with him. _ In the wee hours of the morning, the handsome young man’s resistance had been practically nil, and to Jay’s surprise it had been ridiculously easy to get Wayne into bed.