The only thing he wore was a tightly wrapped towel. He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. Adam couldn't help himself as he looked Jeff's body up and down. The towel jutted out right where his genitals were, and Jeff had a broad smile on his face. "Something wrong, guy?" he asked. "Jeff, you are absolutely fucking gorgeous for a man. You would make any straight woman and most gay men weak in the knees. Do you know how lucky you are to have your looks?" "I know I got lucky in the gene pool, and being Italian, certain prominent genes came out, giving me the looks I have. Do I make you weak in the knees?" he asked with a smile. "You must know you do, and right now, I would love for the towel to drop so I could admire the rest of you. Any chance?" Adam asked. "You know I'm not interested in sex with you, right? I'm not gay or bi." "I know, Jeff, and I'd never touch you unless invited to. I respect you very much and love you like a brother. But I swear right now you're making my heart race thinking about how you look naked." Jeff smiled and nodded.
