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blurred, and although his speech remained clipped, he had developed a trick of repeating random words. While preparing the drinks, Billy’s hand would remain poised over a glass for a long time before he dropped an ice cube into it.
    Billy wandered over to Perry and held out a glass in his general direction. Perry took it hastily. Billy looked at him intently for a moment as if he were preparing an important declaration.
    â€œYou know how to hold your liquor,” he said. “Liquor. It’s one of the first requisites of a gentleman.”
    â€œI’m learning from you, Billy.”
    â€œI’ve enjoyed the evening immensely. Immensely. But I confess, I’m ready to lie down. Shall we go up?”
    They made a slow ascent of the stairs, Perry having remembered to retrieve his little bag of toilet articles from the hall table. They went into the bedroom, and Billy closed the door behind them. The bedcovers had been opened and turned back on both sides.
    â€œDo you mind sharing the bed tonight?”
    â€œI want to. I like having someone to sleep with.”
    â€œYou’re charming. I’ll have Laszlo fix up the other room tomorrow for you when you want it.” He stood in the middle of the room and took a swallow of his drink.
    â€œShall I brush my teeth?” Perry suggested. “I won’t be a minute.”
    â€œAn admirable idea. Idea. I take rather a long time.”
    Perry dropped his jacket and tie on the end of the bed and went to the bathroom. There were a few bottles on a glass shelf above the washbasin, and he looked at them as he brushed his teeth. One was marked 4711, another FLORIS WATER. He opened them when he was finished with his teeth. They smelled like a very elusive perfume. He didn’t know men used perfume, but Billy evidently did. Perry hoped he didn’t have B.O. He unbuttoned his shirt and sniffed his armpits. They seemed okay.
    He found Billy standing where he had left him. His glass was almost empty. “You can hang your things up in there,” Billy said, indicating a closet. “You’ll find a row of dressing gowns. Take any one that pleases you. If you need dressing gowns, you’d better add them to your list. You should have some nice ones for when we’re staying in hotels.”
    â€œPajamas too,” Perry said.
    â€œOf course. Anything you need.”
    â€œYou’ll May be even make me look like a gentleman when you finish with me, Billy,” he said with a grin.
    He pulled off his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then he stood and stripped, feeling his cock begin to show off its liberation. He ran an encouraging hand over it as he folded his trousers over a hanger, satisfied that it wasn’t looking like a shrinking violet, and faced Billy with a carefree smile. “These are the basic elements you have to work with.”
    â€œWith a body like that, one is inclined to leave it as it is. You know, if I may offer a suggestion, I think you should get some of those new Jockey things people are wearing. A big basket, as it’s called, is always a pleasant sight but usually leaves something to the imagination. In your case, it’s quite explicitly anatomical.”
    Perry laughed. “You mean, you can see my cock?”
    â€œIn startling detail.”
    â€œYou’re a spoilsport, Billy, but May be you’re right.” He went to Billy as he drained his glass and took it from him. “Do you want another?”
    â€œThank you, you enchanting boy. I think not. I’ve had enough. Enough. It’s been such a pleasure watching you all evening and now to see you like this.” He held Perry’s cock while it gathered force, gave it a squeeze, and released it. “Go to bed. I may be half an hour. I do look forward to seeing you in my bed.”
    Perry took his glass, and Billy withdrew to the bathroom. Perry finished hanging his clothes up and