great! I feel like you've been gone for a year."
"Thanks, Doris, I'm glad to be back home. I really appreciate you and Jeff putting me up on such short notice. I promise I'll get outta here as fast as I can."
"Oh, don't even think about that. Jeff… Jeff. Adam's here!" she shouted to her husband.
A moment later, Jeff bounded up the stairs. Jeff was twenty-nine, an Italian man with black hair, brown eyes, and features that made him one of the most handsome men Adam had ever seen in his life. Jeff broke out into a big smile.
"Hey, boy, finally figured out you fucked up and came back home, eh?" Jeff asked.
He threw his arms around Adam and squeezed him.
"Thanks for allowing me to stay here with you and Doris. I'm lucky to have such good friends as the two of you."
"Enough fussing about staying here. My house is your house. Let me help you get your stuff out of the car and into the house and your room."
All three went out to the car and began the tedious chore of unpacking a car that seemed crammed full then moved all his stuff inside. They split up which things were going downstairs for storage, and which items were going into the bedroom and bathroom. Two hours later, and the job appeared pretty much finished.
"I better start dinner." Doris said. "I didn't realize the time had gotten away from me so quickly. You guys go sit down in the living room and catch up. Honey, you wanna beer?"
"Sure, hon, thanks. Adam?"
"I'll take white wine if you have some," he replied.
"This is an Italian house. Of course we have wine—both red and white."
They sat down and got comfortable as Doris brought in their refreshments. As Jeff sat there smiling, Adam couldn't help thinking how damn good looking his friend appeared in a very classical sense. There simply wasn't a single physical flaw in his friend that he could see.
"Adam? You look lost or far away… you okay?" Jeff asked.
"Oh. Long trip, just a little tired. To be honest, I had forgotten just how really good looking you are, my friend," Adam said as he blushed.
"He is good looking, isn't he?" Doris said as she came into the living room. "Later, we'll show you a painting over our bed, which a very good artist painted of the two of us."
"Lucky you. I'd love to have my portrait painted, so eventually when I'm old and wrinkled, I can look at myself and see in the painting what I look like now. But I doubt that will happen."
"Honey, why don't you show Adam the rest of the house since he hasn't seen the changes we did after his last visit?"
"Sure, come on, dude. Let me show you around the place," Jeff said as he got up.
Adam followed, staring at Jeff's ass neatly packed away in tight jeans. They headed up the four steps to the next level and down the hallway past Adam's bedroom and to Jeff and Doris's. He opened the door, and they went in.
"So whatcha think?" Jeff asked as he looked at the painting over the bed.
"The painting's breathtaking. Jeff, he captured Doris's beauty perfectly, and as for you… well, you look as good there as you do in person. God, you two make a good looking pair, you know that?"
"We might have heard similar comments somewhere before," Jeff said, laughing.
Adam felt something stirring in his pants as he looked at the painting, which showed his friends without clothes. Jeff held his leg in just such a way as to block what was between his legs, and Doris covered her bottom half with her hands but not the top.
"Lucky artist," Adam said, almost without thinking.
"Lucky how?" Jeff asked.
"Well, lucky in that he got to do a painting like this. The cost must have been very expensive, no?" Adam asked.
"We don't know. The painting was a present from Doris's mother last Christmas. She seemed just a little shocked when she saw it, not expecting we'd be without clothes. Anyway, let's go downstairs, and I'll show you my office and where you can work. I built walls that separate the office from the laundry room and the television, which I have down there
"Thanks, Doris, I'm glad to be back home. I really appreciate you and Jeff putting me up on such short notice. I promise I'll get outta here as fast as I can."
"Oh, don't even think about that. Jeff… Jeff. Adam's here!" she shouted to her husband.
A moment later, Jeff bounded up the stairs. Jeff was twenty-nine, an Italian man with black hair, brown eyes, and features that made him one of the most handsome men Adam had ever seen in his life. Jeff broke out into a big smile.
"Hey, boy, finally figured out you fucked up and came back home, eh?" Jeff asked.
He threw his arms around Adam and squeezed him.
"Thanks for allowing me to stay here with you and Doris. I'm lucky to have such good friends as the two of you."
"Enough fussing about staying here. My house is your house. Let me help you get your stuff out of the car and into the house and your room."
All three went out to the car and began the tedious chore of unpacking a car that seemed crammed full then moved all his stuff inside. They split up which things were going downstairs for storage, and which items were going into the bedroom and bathroom. Two hours later, and the job appeared pretty much finished.
"I better start dinner." Doris said. "I didn't realize the time had gotten away from me so quickly. You guys go sit down in the living room and catch up. Honey, you wanna beer?"
"Sure, hon, thanks. Adam?"
"I'll take white wine if you have some," he replied.
"This is an Italian house. Of course we have wine—both red and white."
They sat down and got comfortable as Doris brought in their refreshments. As Jeff sat there smiling, Adam couldn't help thinking how damn good looking his friend appeared in a very classical sense. There simply wasn't a single physical flaw in his friend that he could see.
"Adam? You look lost or far away… you okay?" Jeff asked.
"Oh. Long trip, just a little tired. To be honest, I had forgotten just how really good looking you are, my friend," Adam said as he blushed.
"He is good looking, isn't he?" Doris said as she came into the living room. "Later, we'll show you a painting over our bed, which a very good artist painted of the two of us."
"Lucky you. I'd love to have my portrait painted, so eventually when I'm old and wrinkled, I can look at myself and see in the painting what I look like now. But I doubt that will happen."
"Honey, why don't you show Adam the rest of the house since he hasn't seen the changes we did after his last visit?"
"Sure, come on, dude. Let me show you around the place," Jeff said as he got up.
Adam followed, staring at Jeff's ass neatly packed away in tight jeans. They headed up the four steps to the next level and down the hallway past Adam's bedroom and to Jeff and Doris's. He opened the door, and they went in.
"So whatcha think?" Jeff asked as he looked at the painting over the bed.
"The painting's breathtaking. Jeff, he captured Doris's beauty perfectly, and as for you… well, you look as good there as you do in person. God, you two make a good looking pair, you know that?"
"We might have heard similar comments somewhere before," Jeff said, laughing.
Adam felt something stirring in his pants as he looked at the painting, which showed his friends without clothes. Jeff held his leg in just such a way as to block what was between his legs, and Doris covered her bottom half with her hands but not the top.
"Lucky artist," Adam said, almost without thinking.
"Lucky how?" Jeff asked.
"Well, lucky in that he got to do a painting like this. The cost must have been very expensive, no?" Adam asked.
"We don't know. The painting was a present from Doris's mother last Christmas. She seemed just a little shocked when she saw it, not expecting we'd be without clothes. Anyway, let's go downstairs, and I'll show you my office and where you can work. I built walls that separate the office from the laundry room and the television, which I have down there
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