A moment or two after Jerome walked off, a hand reached out and picked Jeff up. The guy was in his street clothes. He looked down at the towel. Then he took the stinky gooey thing in his hands and brought it up to his face and took a deep whiff.
Now what? wondered Jeff.
The guy was toned and dark. Jeff at first thought he might be Mexican or Italian, but now he noticed the earring and jewelry around the guy's neck and the wondered if he might be a gypsy. The guy grabbed his battered old leather gym bag, and followed Jerome out of the gym. He waved to Jerome as he and his car pulled out of his parking space and raced away. The man carrying Jeff slung his gym bag across his shoulders and chest, and straddled a motorcycle parked nearby. He started the engine. Then he shoved Jeff into the unbuttoned open neck of his shirt. It was warm, and furry, and reeked of sweat. The guy hadn't showered. Jeff noticed that there was a gamier scent to this guy's BO, than his brother had. He just hope he wouldn't be here too long. The motorcycle raced down the highway. From his perch sticking out like a bad fitting ascot, Jeff could see them gaining on Jerome's car. At least Jerome was headed toward home. The motorcyclist slowed down and matched Jerome's speed. He was just following Jerome, not overtaking him. Please be going home thought Jeff.
About halfway there, Jeff thought, I'll be in range of the Chronivac soon. Jerome's car slowed and he turned off on to a dirt road. The motorcyclist slowed and turned too. Jeff hoped he was in range. How long did he have until he changed back now anyway? Jerome had spent hours at the gym. Why hadn't Jeff paid closer attention to the time?
Jerome pulled up at a beatup old trailer. Clothing was hanging on a line, and a pickup truck with a hitch stood nearby.
"Hey, Stinky!" shouted the motorcyclist, as he pulled to a stop. Jerome was about 3 feet from the trailer door. Jeff wondered if this was his bro's steroid connection or a hooker's home.
The motorcycle was parked, and turned off. The man dismounted and pulled Jeff from his shirt, and waved him in the air. He added, "You forgot something!"
"Looks familiar, but are you sure it's mine?" Jerome asked.
The man sniffed Jeff, and strode over to Jerome. He shoved his nose into Jerome's chest, and then he raised Jerome's right arm and sniffed his pit. Then he sniffed Jeff again.
"Hm, similar, but there's something else," he said. He unbuckled Jerome's jeans and pulled down his jeans and shorts. He sniffed Jerome's butt and and then Jerome's cock. He nodded.
"Could be, but only one way to be sure," he said. He opened Jeff up and licked up the drying cum residue. Then he got down on his knees and started sucking Jerome's cock while using the cumrag Jeff to massage Jerome's sweaty balls.
"Oh, yeah, Rafe, go for it," moaned Jerome.
Jeff's mind was reeling. Jerome and this guy were lovers? Boyfriend? A hook up? Jerome was gay?
Jerome opened the unlocked trailer door, and slowly walked backwards inside, as Rafe continued to work Jerome's manhood with his mouth and hands walking on his knees up the the trailer steps and inside to the waiting bed.