Mister Red

Wally's Sleepover

It turned out to be a memorable night when my son Wally had some of his buddies sleep over at my house this past summer.

I divorced my former wife and moved to Los Angeles four years ago. But I remained on good terms with my ex. For the first two summers, she came to California with our son and stayed for two weeks in a nearby motel. We did all the standard tourist things and also had family bonding time. But then two years ago I moved into a larger place in Orange County. Wally was twelve that summer and my wife was in a new relationship. I was happy to have my son spend the entire summer with me at my duplex. The family room/den was on the ground floor along with the garage and laundry room, while the second floor was comprised of a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. During that summer I turned the family room into Wally's bedroom, although he had to come upstairs to use the bathroom.

Now I'll come right out and say that I enjoy reading sexy stories about dads with their sons. And that summer I began to notice how my son was filling out, turning into a young athlete. But it was clear that living with his mother had made the boy overly modest. I generally walked around in just my boxers, often with the fly parted or my tool dangling down from one leg. But the boy hardly ever looked; it was as if he was embarrassed by the sight. I urged him to hang out in just his white briefs, but he opted for soccer shorts. And he was painfully shy about ever letting me see him nude.

At one point he shyly mumbled a question to me. He wanted to know at what age I got hair on my body – or more specifically hair around my penis. I took the bait and started chattering away about sexual development, getting a sexual charge from his embarrassment. I told him I developed hair early and even had chest hair before the end of 7th grade. He blushed and mumbled when I asked if he had any fuzz yet. It was my opportunity to act fatherly and at the same time satisfy some of my pervy curiosity. I told him that as his dad I should be checking his development. He blushed so deeply I gave up on my original plan of ordering him to strip naked right then and there in the living room and instead told him we would shower together. Once in the bathroom, my own dick was growing as I watched him slowly peel down his shorts, then turn his back to strip off his white briefs.

When he finally revealed himself he was indeed hairless, and the perfect image of an all-American boy. I could tell his dick was chubbed up just a bit, but not hard. I was semi-hard and thickening as I washed around my cock. "It's OK, Wally, you can look at daddy's dick. All boys your age are curious what they're gonna look like when they grow up." He gave me a quick glance then turned away, then another glance and another turn away, twice more and then he quickly finished up in the shower. Meanwhile I was memorizing every bit of his bare body and thinking of all the dad-son stories I had read. That little show gave me jerk-off material for a long time.

Another time I was laying on the sofa reading when I heard him start up the stairs. My dick was hard in my boxers, so I put aside my book, closed my eyes and let my boner stick prominently out one leg of my boxers as I pretended to sleep. I was exposing my erection to my son. He stared at me for a long time from across the room and then came close. He knelt near me where he had a direct view of my fully erect cock. Knowing he was looking prompted me to throb and leak. But then he moved away quickly. Did I give some indication that I wasn't soundly sleeping? He went into the bathroom. Less than a minute later I heard a flush and he went back downstairs without taking another look. I went into my bedroom and jacked off thinking of the fact that my son had seen my hard dick leak, however briefly.

Not too long into the summer, he pleaded with me to buy him boxers. He told me cool boys wore boxers and he'd be embarrassed changing for seventh grade gym class in his whities. I told him I'd let him wear boxers if he'd "act more like a big boy" and get over his excessive modesty.

I said he would have to start hanging out around the house in just his underpants, the way I did. His reply was a multi-syllable "da-a-ad." I gave him a stern look and said, "Do you want boxer shorts?" He looked down and mumbled, "Yes, sir."

"And also, son," I cleared my throat. "Big boys in high school take off all their clothes in front of each other and shower together. Showering with your dad is a way to get used to that. You have to stop acting like such a little kid about daddy seeing you naked."

Wally looked down at the floor and I turned away from him as I off-handedly said, "When you're not here, I go nude around the place. Maybe I should stand my ground and say this is a nudist household and everyone staying here has to be bare-ass, bare-balls naked." I savored the words.

"No, daddy, not naked. But the other� OK?

"OK, what?"

"OK, I'll act more like… more like a big boy about stuff."

My cock was fully stiff and throbbing in my jeans. I saw my son glance down at my lap and then look away. He hurried from the room.

Of course when I went shopping I chose boxers one size too small for him, in thin cotton and light colors. When I brought them home I used that as the first excuse for Wally to shed his excessive modesty. I had him change into the new underpants right in front of me. Once again he turned his back before he peeled down his white briefs, not realizing how much I appreciated his round hairless white cheeks. The boxers weren't exactly what he had in mind, but I gave him all sorts of parental reasons these more revealing undies were the best choices (light colors, thin fabric in the summer, and snug enough to support his equipment during these growing years).

Meanwhile, Wally was stuck. He had made a commitment to hang out in the house wearing nothing but underpants. He hadn't expected I would find boys' boxers that were even more revealing than his white briefs. So the rest of the summer I got a lot of glimpses of Wally fiddling with the front of his boxers, trying to adjust or hide his frequent chubbies. Still displaying modesty, he would turn his back to me when he grabbed himself like that. He didn't realize that pulling at the front of his underpants would cause the seat of his thin boxers to catch in his ass crack, showing off the round globes of his butt cheeks.

At one point when he was taking a long time to get out of a chair I stated matter-of-factly, "We're both guys, son. We both get chubbed up. It's not a big deal if you see a tent in my boxers or I see a tent in yours." He nodded and told me quietly I was right. He stood up and I saw the outline of his dick pointing down the left leg of his light blue boxers.

Actually, I had lied outright. I had told my son it wasn't a big deal for me to see his boxers tenting out in front. But it was a big deal for me to see him boned up in the nearly see-through underpants. I did my best to keep my cool, or at least not tip my hand. I could feel the sexual tension high in the condo. I figured the boy was generally straight but horny and curious – much like a typical teen.

One time when he was fussing with the fabric on the front of his boxers, I said, "Son, if you're not that comfortable in those, you can walk around in your old briefs." After that he would alternate the briefs or the boxers. I'd usually see lumps or tents in the front and as the summer progressed he was putting in less effort to try to hide himself.

What can a father get away with saying – and still be fatherly and not pervy? As we sat watching TV, both in boxers as usual, I started staring at him instead of at the TV screen. Then I blurted out, "Y'know, when you first start getting hair around your dick you'll wanna show daddy."

He looked at me kind of shocked. I smiled softly and added, "You'll wanna share things like that with daddy. It's all OK. I'm your dad."

We each kept a pair of soccer shorts next to the front door, in case either of us had to answer the door (although I had flashed the cute Chinese food delivery boy on occasion). The doorbell rang, Wally called out "I got it." I looked down the steps and saw my son pulling up his soccer shorts while at the same time opening the door for his friend Tommy.

Tommy had reddish hair and freckles. He was slightly shorter than my son but weighed just a bit more. The boy wasn't fat, but he had a stocky build. I often imagined Tommy would be a wrestler once he got to high school. His legs were thicker than Wally's and his butt was round and prominent. I admit I had thought about that boy's ass, about fondling it and squeezing it, and more.

The two boys disappeared into my son's bedroom and left me to wonder what sort of mutual exploration they may have been up to.

But just how much can a father get away with asking? How much can a father get away with doing? I had a lot of fuel for my masturbatory fantasies, but figured I'd never have more than that.

That's how that first summer went.

The Second Summer

Wally returned this summer, more filled out at age thirteen. He didn't mind hanging out in boxers, but in the course of that school year, he had chosen ones that were baggier with darker patterns. He was actually less uptight about showing a tent. This was cool, but in a strange way it had been more erotic for me when he had acted so self-conscious and shy.

And at age thirteen he wasn't around the house as much. Aside from the redheaded boy, Tommy, the previous summer he had also befriended Eric, a very quiet, overly polite kid with light blond hair. Eric was small for his age and shy, much the opposite of Tommy. When the boys were together Tommy was definitely the ringleader. And poor Eric seemed to be pushed to the side as an extra wheel, though he was always hanging with the others.

I worked from home doing technical writing for computer journals and earning most of my income writing instruction manuals for tech products. I was popular with the boys in part because I was easygoing, and perhaps in part because none of the others had fathers in their lives. I chose to wear shorts over my boxers when these boys visited. I didn't want them reporting dick-sightings to their moms and making me suspect in the neighborhood. Still I showed off my hairy chest since I wasn't going to give up going shirtless.

Just one week into the summer, Wally asked if he could have the other boys stay over for a sleepover. Eric and Wally each had sleeping bags, and Tommy would sleep on the pull-out couch that was Wally's usual bed. Of course my answer was that I'd have to talk to their homes and know they had permission. But even as I said that my dick was chubbing up, thinking of the sort of fun boys that age engage in during sleepovers. It turned out each family was glad to be rid of their noisy boy for a night.

It was raining hard the night of the sleepover, so the boys were already barefoot, having left shoes and socks at the door. My planned barbecue became a pizza party but that suited the boys fine. The kitchen was soon filthy, along with all the boys' faces and hands. I insisted the boys help pick up and take care of the garbage (we had used paper plates). I also insisted they all wash their hands and faces. They ganged into the one bathroom and all came out, each one dripping wet. Since all their shirts had gotten splashed from the sink, it was natural for them to strip down to the waist.

The boys proceeded down to my son's bedroom to watch some brand new release of whatever the recent mega-blockbuster had been. I called out that I would bring ice cream downstairs for them later so they could take a break from the movie.

I stripped to my boxers and sat at the table with my iPad in front of me, thinking about the three smooth chests that had just paraded in this very room. I searched for an online story and started to re-read this old favorite. In a future society where boys were indentured for sexual service, a group of the freshly enslaved is marched in wearing just white briefs, then made to face the wall. The masters pull down the back of each boys' underpants feeling and comparing the smooth butts. In the story the boys were naive of the fact that their asses were being assessed for fuckability. Of course as I read the story I cast the scene with the three young teens whose laughter was rising from the room below.

I was trying not to jerk off. I was just lightly touching my dick as it protruded from the leg of my boxers. But I was already fully stiff and dripping a bit. Just then I heard my son pound his way up the steps. Fortunately, my boner was hidden by the tablecloth. Still, I was tickling under my sensitive dick head as my handsome boy stood in just his boxers and asked, "Dad, we got to a stopping point. Please, can we get the ice cream now?"

"Gimme a few minutes, sport," I said a little out of breath, as he disappeared into the bathroom. I looked down at my erection. Should I quickly finish jerking off before I went down? That seemed like a sound idea. But these boys hadn't ever seen me in just my boxers before. The idea of showing a tent to these young teens who didn't even had dads at home appealed to me. After all, nobody could accuse me of being a perv; it was only natural for a hairy middle-aged dad to walk around in his underwear and show off his package, right?

In my mid-40s, its unfortunately easy for my rock-hard boner to subside to a semi. I told Wally I just had to complete something on the iPad and turned my attention to mortgage rates until it was safe for me to stand. I then grabbed the bowls and spoons, three different flavors of ice cream, a can of whipped cream, and a roll of paper towels. I then checked myself in the bathroom mirror and saw that the thick head of my penis was visible hanging below the left leg of my plaid boxers. I was semi-hard and from any angle it looked like my equipment was impressive – especially so to boys my son's age.

When I got downstairs to my son's room, the boys were in a circle on the floor, some partially covered by sleeping bags or blankets, and some exposed. I could see what each was wearing. My son was in a pair of paisley-patterned boxers, unfortunately long and baggy just about covering his thighs. Eric was the one boy in layers. He wore cut-off sweatpants, the legs raggedly sheared with a scissor. These were hanging low revealing a white elastic waistband with a line of blue that meant he was in Fruit-of-the-Loom white briefs.

As was often true, Tommy seemed the boldest of the boys. He was walking around with little modesty even though his boxers were somewhat snug and short. These underpants were yellow, with two cartoon eyes and a wide grinning cartoon line mouth. As I entered the room, Wally called to Tommy, "Hey, show my dad the nose." The boys all giggled as if I was too dense to realize that pulling a penis through the fly would provide a nose to go along with the eyes and mouth on the skimpy garment. Not to be bested, I snapped back, "Are you gonna be showing an upturned nose, Tommy?" All the boys laughed louder then, even Tommy.

Eric quietly added, "Not a long nose, though," but nobody laughed this time. Tommy snapped back, "Longer than yours for sure."

"Boys, boys, cool it or I'll send you home." My cock throbbed at this first proof that the boys had seen and compared dicks.

They grabbed for the bowls and spoons and served themselves ice cream. I kept cautioning them to keep the room tidy, but you know how boys are. I sat on the edge of the pull-out couch where Wally usually slept. I spread my legs a bit. I knew that any of the boys who looked up the left leg of my boxers would have a clear view of my thick dick head. My son never looked, but I caught each of his buddies checking out the view. Eric seemed mesmerized, like he couldn't take his eyes off it. Tommy would take long glances before looking away and giggling. I played innocent, looking over at the boys and asking if something was funny. "Nothin'," Tommy replied, looking down as if he had embarrassed himself. I realized I was exposing myself to middle school boys.

Tommy led the way and then my son joined in teasing Eric, first about wearing white briefs and then calling him Baldy. Once again, I wonder if the boys didn't think I'd know what they were talking about. When I saw that shy Eric was growing quieter and seemed ill-at-ease, I interrupted, "Hey boys, don't be mean. If he's baldy, which one of you here is the hairy bear cub?"

Tommy fell on his side laughing and pointed toward my son, Wally. Of course Wally looked down and went red in the face. I'd caught glimpses of the boy during this summer and I knew he had a bush. It hadn't occurred to me that he had more pubes than any of his buddies, but I got a kick out of knowing it.

Turning to the rest of them I said, "Well, you shouldn't be mean to anybody about any particular trait. When I was your age I got teased for being so hairy."

My son chimed in with one of those things I'd frequently mentioned to him, "Yeah, he had chest hair in seventh grade."

"Oh, wow, that'd be so cool!" Tommy exclaimed. Wally had finished seventh grade without hair on his chest, but Tommy was eager for updates. "Dude, send me an Instagram of your first chest hairs." I laughed at that, though the idea of pictorial updates on my son's body development did give me a secret thrill.

Then Tommy rolled onto his stomach on the floor. He was looking right up at me, right up into the left leg of my boxers. I knew that trick as a boy. His yellow boxers were clinging to his ass cheeks, riding all the way to the top of his thighs and making his round butt look delicious. I saw the cheeks clench and I knew he was grinding his erection into the carpet underneath him.

"So did you havta shower naked after gym when you were our age?" the redhead boldly asked.

"Not in junior high, but in high school," I nodded with a smile. "But then first semester in high school we all had to take swimming and boys swam naked." My son had heard this story, but the rest of the boys were exclaiming, "No way," and "Oh man, I'd die if I hadda." I chuckled in response.

Then Eric exclaimed, "The very start of ninth grade?"

I couldn't resist elaborating, "And I had skipped a grade so I was a year younger than most all the other guys." I realized my dick was almost fully stiff and sticking out of the leg of my boxers, but I pretended to be unaware. I saw the boys looking but I just kept looking at them seemingly oblivious. "But it helped me grow up and I learned a lot."

"What'd you learn?" I knew I could count on Tommy to keep the conversation going.

Without missing a beat I said, "I learned that at 14 I was pretty hairy and well-developed for my age."

Even my son was rolling and laughing at my bold remark. But Tommy broke the magic by pointing right at my exposed erection and saying, "I'll bet it was. Oh man, it's like major huge now."

I acted surprised, reaching down and trying to tug at the leg of my boxers in a hopeless attempt to cover my thick cock head. "Oh, gee. You guys shouldn't have seen that. I didn't realize. Now I'm embarrassed. You know how it is when you start talking about dicks and hair and erections these things happen."

Another round of laughter. Now all eyes, including my son's, were on the fat dick head sticking out of the leg opening of my boxers. Tommy said, "C'mon, Mr. R, show it to us. I never seen a grown up one all big and hairy and hard." Eric quickly added, "I never seen a grown up one at all."

I stood up. "Gee, I could get in trouble for this, guys. I shouldn't be showing boys your age my penis."

In spite of a chorus of, "We won't tell. You won't get in trouble," I started up the steps to the second floor of the condo. I was worried about getting labeled a pervert by local moms, even getting into trouble with the cops if one of the boys boasted about seeing my erection. I figured everything that had happened so far could be made to sound innocent enough on my part. But I was scared to take things any further.

The other thing I was thinking about was wishing I had set up some kind of cameras in my son's room for the action that was sure to follow.

As I was on the stairs I heard Tommy's voice echo, "No wonder yours is so big and hairy, Wally, but mine is still thicker than yours." Unfortunately, my son's reply was, "Talk lower, dude, my dad can hear you."

When I got to the second floor I figured I was overdue for a good jerk-off session. But I paused and wondered if I should find some excuse to go back down there. I was certain that by this point all three boys had dropped their shorts and were comparing dicks. Man, I'd like to be judge for that little contest.

I started lightly touching my penis again, afraid that the slightest tug would make me shoot my load. And indeed that was all it took. My cock was pulsating and shooting cream all over my fingers. I quickly ducked into the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind me. I ran water in the sink and ended up splashing my boxers totally wet. I tossed them into the hamper and headed to my bedroom to get another pair.

Just then I heard Eric's voice down the stairs, "C'mon you guys, this isn't funny. Lemme in." When I looked down the flight of steps, he was bare naked and pounding on the door of my son's bedroom. When Eric saw me looking he put one hand down to try to cover his small erection but his other hand kept banging on the door. I realized I had just exposed myself bare naked to the equally nude boy. My dick was no longer sticking up stiff, but it was still thick and long hanging down. Before anything else I slipped into my bedroom and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers.

I was still pulling the boxers up my legs as I went down the stairs and then rapped on the door, ordering the boys to open up or I would break the lock. There was a moment of shuffling around, which I figured was the two boys pulling their shorts back up. Then the door opened and my son was immediately talking, "We're sorry, dad, but we were all willing to show and Eric didn't want to show his."

As soon as we were through the door, Eric had grabbed a pillow and held it over his erect dick. Of course this left his naked ass exposed. It seemed all the modesty shown by boys of this age was about their dicks; they apparently didn't realize how appealing and sexy their naked butts could be.

"Where's Eric's stuff?" I asked the boys. They pointed to the mess on the floor. It would be impossible to pick out his briefs and shorts. So I went to the top drawer of the dresser where my son's socks and underwear were kept. I saw that his white briefs from the previous summer were to one side. But before I could pull out a pair for Eric to wear, the slim blond boy had pounced on Tommy and knocked him down.

I quickly parted the two boys and yelled, "All of you face the wall. You need a time out." I pushed Tommy to one side of the room and Eric to the other. Wally was between them. My voice was harsh. "If I don't see each of you standing at attention facing the wall right this instant, I will call your homes to tell exactly what's been going on here and then send you all home immediately." My empty threat got through and they were lined up.

Then I realized that poor Eric had dropped the pillow in the melee and so he remained bare naked, trying to cover his dick with his hands. I saw Wally glance at Eric and giggle. I looked over the line of boys and impulsively said, "You all thought it was so funny to strip Eric like that. Well, let the punishment fit the crime. Each of you strip down right now."

They looked at each other before beginning. "Should I start calling your homes now? I mean it, boys, you have to learn your lessons." And then the shorts came sliding down those smooth legs. Eric was already revealing his high narrow cheeks. My son's baggy boxers fell away to reveal his perfectly-formed young athlete's butt. Then came Tommy's tight boxers to reveal those very rounded thick butt cheeks. All I could think of was the sort of sound they would make if smacked them.

"Stop fiddling with yourselves, boys, and put your hands behind your heads."

Here was the scene right out of the story I had so recently re-read. These hard bodied young boys were bare naked, with hands on heads displaying their smooth asses. If this really had been that story, which of these naked boys would I want to buy at a slave auction? Which one of these smooth young asses would I want to fuck? Keep in mind, one of those butts belonged to my own son.

I sat on the pull-out couch looking over the three naked youths. Even though I had just shot a load less than ten minutes before, my cock was fully erect again and dripping. "Keep facing the wall. Don't you turn around until I tell you to." Then as I imagined impaling each of those virgin behinds on my thick tool, I touched my cock just a little and started shooting another load. Amazingly (I am in my 40s) my second cum of the night wet this new pair of boxers. I panicked for a moment.

Then I grabbed my son's dirty underwear and a few t-shirts, which had been discarded on the floor as they always were. I held them in front of me and picked up each of the boys' discarded underpants and shorts from the floor. I went into the laundry room, which was accessed through the family room (my son's bedroom for the summer). "Now don't any of you boys move. Or maybe I'll keep you naked like that all night." I gasped at the words that had come out of my mouth. But then I heard Tommy mumble, "That would be so cool." My son shushed him.

In the laundry room I peeled down my boxers and paused to take a good sniff and lick at Eric's briefs and Tommy's boxers. I definitely tasted wet cum on Tommy's underpants. I reluctantly tossed everything into the washing machine and grabbed a pair of boxers for myself from the clean, folded laundry nearby.

I then took a deep breath, went back into the room and grabbed three pairs of white briefs from my son's underwear drawer. I handed each boy a pair of briefs. Tommy was about to protest but thought better of it. Each boy pulled up the tight underpants I gave them. They were much too skimpy on Tommy, either the bottom of his ass cheeks would stick out or the top of his ass crack was on display. But they fit the smaller Eric just right (remember the white briefs had belonged to Wally the previous summer).

But as Wally was pulling up the tighty whities he grunted and froze for a moment, his butt still fully revealed but the front of the cotton undies wrapped around his erection. Foamy jizz was coming through the white fabric. My son was shooting a load right in front of me and in front of his buddies. The pressure of the waistband against his dick was enough to bring him off.

Wally quickly turned to the stairs and mumbled, "Gotta go up to the bathroom." Breathlessly Eric said, "I gotta go� I mean go to the bathroom after Wally," and ran up the steps behind my son.

It was just me and Tommy left in the room. Tommy kept squeezing the lump in the front of his cotton briefs. I could clearly see the outline of his dick and balls. With a grin on his face he said, "Eric can be real dumb. He thinks he's gonna get to play with Wally's thingy, but Wally already just shot."

I hadn't expected that frankness. I looked square at Eric and in a casual tone asked, "Oh, so you boys don't just compare, you also jack each other off?"

Eric shrugged and giggled. "C'mon, Mr. R, show me your thingy. I promise I won't ever tell anybody."

I looked down. Even after two loads of cum in the last half hour my dick was getting hard again and sticking out of the left leg of my boxers. I adjusted the leg but let my cock dangle out just a bit more before I tucked it away. I smiled softly at Eric and said, "You're the kinda boy who's gonna wanna boast to your buddies that you saw it. I can't take that risk."

I went up the steps and found the bathroom door still closed. In another three minutes the door opened and both Wally and Eric looked flushed. Wally blushed when he passed me. I called him closer and whispered, "You don't have to be embarrassed, son. You and your buddies aren't doing anything that me and my buddies didn't do at your age." Wally pulled away from me, seemingly more embarrassed.

Tommy came up the steps with a big cum stain on the front of his white briefs. He did nothing to try to hide it. Of course as soon as I had come up to the living room, I knew Tommy would be jerking off downstairs. Now I kept thinking that I could've stayed to watch him do it. Oh man how I wish I could've stayed to watch him masturbate, to feel him up, to stroke his boy cock. But I was too worried about getting in trouble with the law.

I sent the three boys back downstairs and told them I'd have their clean underwear for them in the morning. On their way downstairs I heard Tommy say, "These are too tight. I'm gonna sleep naked."

That night I jerked off a third time in my bedroom. My dick was acting the way it did back when I was 13 and able to keep jerking off time after time.

The next morning I went downstairs to put the laundry in the dryer. Tommy was true to his word. His sleeping bag was open and his naked butt was sticking out. It was as white and lovely as I had imagined it. When I came back out of the laundry room, Tommy was already pulling on his cut-off jeans, going commando. I wondered whether he had really been asleep a few minutes earlier when his butt was displayed to me.

So the question remains: How far can a father go before stepping into the realm of perviness, before raising suspicion?

That following week Wally was mad at me. He blamed me for embarrassing him because his dick shot off when he was pulling up the tight briefs. But it didn't faze me much because Wally spent 8 hours a day that week at a one-week computer camp hosted by a nearby university. A week later he seemed to want to forget about that night. But I wasn't going to let it drop that easily.

The following night I phoned Eric's guardian, his elderly aunt. I started by telling her what a nice, polite boy Eric was. Then I expressed some concerns. I told her the other boys teased Eric because of his slow development, and also because he still wore white briefs. I offered to give Eric some of the boxer shorts that my son had outgrown. On the other topic of Eric's development, the woman seemed flustered and embarrassed, so I offered to have 'the talk' with Eric. She was so grateful and promised she would send Eric over the following day.

My cock was hard the entire time I was speaking to the old lady. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I knew I was going to have Eric alone with me and I was going to get him naked.

The End?