Ben awoke to find another mass in his bed. He didn't remember going to bed with anyone last night. He yawns and slowly sits up, his body stiffening up when he realizes who is sleeping next to him.
It was Baxter!
"How in the hell did this happen?" He thought.
Baxter mumbles something incoherent and rests a sleepy hand right on Ben's cock, giving it a little squeeze. Ben immediately felt himself get hard. He kept thinking of what could have happened last night, and came up with nothing he could remember. Ben just sat up in bed, the little hand gripping steadfastly onto his admittedly large dick, feeling a sensation of uncomfortable pleasure surging through his body.
"Wait...I had my clothes on when I went to bed..." Ben thought.
Ben shook Baxter with his hand trying to wake him up to find out what was going on.
"Humph...what?" Baxter moaned, sounding annoyed that his sleep was getting interrupted.
"Wake up! I want to know what happened last night! And why I don't remember what happened?"
Baxter smiled, clearing his throat and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"You came down to my room and invited me up." his voice came out in a surprisingly melodic tone for having just woke up. "And can I just say you are quite the stud!"
Ben blushed, trying to hide it from Baxter. "Why don't I remember doing any of this?"
"But...no worries, we have a shoot to do. Don't sweat it Benjamin." Baxter gets out of bed and he looks even skinnier than Ben had imagined him to be earlier when he had clothes on.
Baxter picks up his clothes strewn about the floor, separating them from Ben's.
"Same clothes today? Or different ones?" Ben asked, trying to put what happened behind him.
Baxter points over to a chair with a neatly folded pile on top of it
"Over there, I'm going to head down and set up the shoot. I want you showered, dressed and on the rooftop garden in 25 minutes," he said with a certain coldness to his voice.
"Alright then." Ben said.
He picked up the clothes on the chair to see what he was in store for today. Baxter shuts the door behind him as Ben is left alone to get ready. The clothes look a little young, polo shirts with gawdy prints on them, frayed pairs of baggy shorts and sparkling white sneakers. It looks like a fratboy outfit!
"I don't know if I can pull this off." He thought as he slipped on a pair of the baggy shorts over his underwear.
As he did so, he noticed the tag; 31 waist; he's been a 33 for years! They fit perfectly, and almost a little loose. Huffing out a sigh, Ben roughly pulled the size M polo over his head....it at least was a skintight fit. Though he usually would take a large, maybe the sizing runs differently with this brand. As Ben fixes his hair he notices that he looks a lot more fresh faced, maybe the apparent romp in his bed last night gave him a bit of a glow about him.