I was absolutely knackered when I got home a week later - I was really wrecked. However, before I was allowed to crash my mum sent me round to our next door neighbour who'd been collecting our post whilst we were away.

To my surprise there was a smallish package addressed to "Dean" amongst the usual brown envelopes. I thanked our neighbor and went back home, giving the rest of the mail to my mum who frowned and started shuffling through what must have been bill after bill.

Once I was in my room I opened the package. I found the bermuda shorts I'd lent to Tay and a note. It read:

"Hi Dean! Sorry for splitting like that but I had to meet a ride to take me to the studios. My dad managed to get your address from your phone number - hope you don't mind Thanks for the shorts - I didn't have time to wash them - hope they're not too dirty! I'll still call - Taylor"

I couldn't believe it! I took the shorts out of the parcel and unfolded them and as I did my dick lurched - right over the crotch was a crusty cum stain! Slowly, I brought the shorts to my nose and inhailed deeply - it definitely wasn't my cum - it smelled sweeter somehow, less heavy. Just as I was about to taste it, the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat and I dived for the handset.

"Hullo?"

"Hi there - is that Dean?"

"Yeah - Taylor?"

"Hiya man! How was EuroDisney?"

"Great! Listen - thanks for calling. I didn't think you would!"

"I said I would, didn't I? Did you get your shorts back?"

His voice sounded slightly uneasy as he asked this....

"Uh, yeah..."

"Sorry I didn't wash em.... Hey - d'you wanna give me a guided tour of Alton Towers tomorrow? Zac and my dad caught the flu from Ike and we can't go walking - you up for it?"

"Erm, sure - I've just got to break it to my parents that I'm going to Alton Towers with a pop star. I still can't believe it..."

"You'd better believe it! Listen, call me back if your parents have any problems with this OK? I'll pick you up tomorrow - say tenish?"

"That's fine. See ya then..."

"Yeah - bye"