"You around? I'll come over," Bill, my very best friend, asked on the phone. He sounded excited.

"What's up?" I asked as he bounded into my bedroom.

"Bobby, you won't believe what I've been doing these past two days," he gushed, out of breath.

"Yeah?" I was used to Bill's exaggerated enthusiasm. Nothing new.

"Well, two days ago I was in my room, same as always, and wanted to ask Roger a question. I should have knocked but you know me. Anyway he was stretched out on the bed, naked. And you know what he was doing?"

"No, why don't you tell me?"

"He was rubbing his cock. It was...