Randy rode his motorcycle to the art supply store. There he collected some fabric paint and markers, and some dyes. He had been thinking about tie-dying his new jockstrap or maybe just some old t-shirts, but a pastel tie-dye might make for a nice background for his illustrations. Oh, and he'd need clear rubber sealant to keep the fabric flexible, but to protect his artwork from laundering and wear.
He'd do some sketches first, and see what his boyfriend and his girlfriend thought of them. He got hard whenever he thought about them. He knew his twin brother Ryan would freak if he knew who Randy was screwing. He also knew that his boyfriend and girlfriend would freak if they learned about each other. The idea of keeping his sex life secret made Randy randier than ever.
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He pulled out his phone after paying for his art supplies, and stowing them in the saddlebags on his motorcycle.
He needed some noogie now. Whom should he call for a quickie?
Meanwhile, Ryan was particular uncomfortable. The motorcycle engine hot and vibrating under his brother's crotch. After the bumpy ride, Ryan was relieved when the ride stopped. He heard Randy's exchange with the art store clerk. Randy was going to paint him and rubberize him. Oh, this was worse than he imagined. As he walked to his bike, Randy's manhood started to swell. What was he thinking? wondered Ryan. His brother's manhood had doubled in size, and the musky sweat was way more intense. He had to get off Randy, he thought. Oh, gawd, Ryan realized Randy was going to get off, and Ryan was going to probably end up soaked. Vinnie, where are you? Please change me back before- Ryan shuddered, or maybe Randy started his motorcycle again...