The friendly guy who suggested the clothes led Jon upstairs, all the while keeping one hand on Jon's naked ass. So considerate, Jon thought, making sure that I don't get lost. He wondered when frat boys had gotten so thoughtful. In his previous experience they'd been selfish, beer swigging party animals who only wanted one thing: sex. These guys, on the other hand, completely broke the stereotype.
As he made his way up the stairs, steadied by the boy's warm hand, he remembered his encounter with them in the den. Sure, they were messy, but aside from that they were perfect gentlemen. The feeling of them grabbing his breastforms as he gyrated on their dirty crotches still reminded him of how accommodating they'd been. They hadn't even complained at the inconvenience of Jon licking up that white sticky stuff off of their groins when he got their pants off, forcing his obsessive cleanliness on them. Where had that stuff come from, anyway?
He dismissed the question as the boy squeezed his bottom and pushed him toward an open door. Jon giggled as he stumbled on his heels. He was just so clumsy sometimes. Thankfully, the boy came up from behind and grabbed Jon's chest, steadying Jon's wobbling with a thrusting groin. There was something hard in the boy's pants that was sticking into Jon's bum-cheeks. Jon pushed his ass back against the boy to acknowledge the boy's effort in keeping him upright. The kindness of these boys seemed unending.
The room Jon was in was simple. No furniture except for a large mirror on one wall. In the middle of the floor, a neatly folded bundle of clothing awaited him. He gave the boy a final grind, whispered his thanks, then clicked his way to the bundle.
"We thought, since you've been so helpful," the boy behind him muttered, "that you might like these clothes."
As Jon unfolded and examined the outfit in his hands, he could see the wisdom in the boy's words. The outfit he was holding was...
