Previously: Luke, Mike and Luke’s straight brother all wound up at a gay dance club in their underwear. Mike found himself aroused and panicked. He and Luke took a taxi to Luke’s house. We sat in silence for the entire taxi ride to Luke’s house. I got out, still carrying my shorts and T-Shirt. Luke led the way to the door. He took my face in both hands and leaned close. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” I could feel panic setting in. “Luke, please don’t kiss me.” I was afraid of him kissing me, partly because I wasn’t sure how I would react. “Dude, I just wanted to focus your attention,” Luke replied. I felt embarrassed. “Sorry,” Tüyap escort bayan I said. “If it’s all right, I’ll crash here tonight. Tomorrow I’ll look the place over and if we agree I’ll move in tomorrow night. For now I just want to get some sleep. I’ll need to get back to my hotel in the morning and change for a meeting.” Luke extended his hand. “No problem, bro,” he said. “I also need to get to bed – – by myself.” We shook hands and each went to his separate room for the night. Luke woke me early the next morning to announce that coffee was ready. “Sorry, didn’t realize that you slept nude,” he Tüyap escort commented. “Nothing to be sorry about,” I replied. “I assume you’ve seen naked men before, including guys with morning wood. Coffee sounds great. And, sorry about my panic last night.” Luke dismissed my apology. He left while I got up, took a piss, slipped on my underwear and joined him in the kitchen. He, too, was in his underwear. We chatted over coffee, then he showed me the rest of the house. In response to my question he said that the house had no basement – in New Orleans they all filled with water. My room was large, the Escort Tüyap office more than adequate, and the hall bath would be mine alone. The patio was a dream. It was all brick and fully enclosed. There was even a pool. I figured it didn’t matter if some water got in it. “You’ve got some decent artwork on your walls,” I observed. “I was expecting posters for Broadway musicals and pictures of naked guys.” “What a fucking stereotype!” Luke laughed. “Gay people are just like other people. We aren’t all alike, we don’t all like the same things. Except, we all do like guys.” “You know,” I said, “my gay fraternity brothers were like that. No posters, no pictures of naked guys. I thought it was just so they could fit in. “Most of them didn’t advertise that they were gay,” I continued. “None, though, tried to hide it. I first found out during fraternity Hell Week. Our entire sister sorority was invited over for a show.