I knew Casey from college and called him up when I was moving into town and he let me crash with him while I looked for a place, which I was grateful for. What Iwasn’t grateful for was that he literally never wore anything besides his underwear. Not that itwasn’t a great view, I mean, he was gorgeous, nice legs, tight ass, amazing abs. Watchinghim strut around in practically nothing was certainly not unpleasing… and that was sort of theproblem. I was a guest so I was trying to be polite and respectful but I was constantly catchingmyself staring at him. I never got used to it, and I’m sure he noticed, because he’d catch myeyes, or smile at me wryly. I think he liked the attention, but it made things awkward… at leastfor me… he was obviously completely at ease.