"Nah. In fact, if I'm bein' honest, buddy, I think it kinda made me even harder..."
And with that, his eyes locked on mine and stayed there...
I felt light-headed. My mouth went dry. I kept my eyes fixed on his, desperate to hold on to the sexual tension between us. Finally, I glanced away, but the first thing I thought to look at was his sizable bulge, displayed before me. I could swear I saw some movement there...
"It, uh... made you harder to know he was watching you jerk off?" I was getting more bold with my sex talk, following his lead.
"Yeah," he said, barely a whisper. "I guess I've always had a bad exhibitionist streak."
Thank god for that, I thought. "So, did you, um... shoot in front of each other too?"
"Sometimes." I looked up again and he was still staring right at me.
"Wow. Hot."
He smiled. "Is it?"
"You don't think so?"
"I haven't thought about Mike in years, so, yeah, I guess it kind of is. I think we both enjoyed it."
"I bet."
"Is that... all you guys did? Jerk off together?"
He thought about it for a second. A sly grin crossed his handsome face. "For the most part."
"There's more?"
He chuckled and said "Fuck, I'm so drunk, I've already said too much."
I felt the moment slipping away, so without thinking, I placed my hand on his socked foot and squeezed. "No, Jake, you haven't. Really. I really appreciate your honesty. Knowing that you are so cool about all that and have some... well... experience, makes me feel a lot better about talking to you about stuff."
"Really?" he said, not pulling his foot away. "You mean that?"
"I do."
"So can I ask you some more questions about Mike?"
He watched me and grinned. "Oh, what the hell."
"So if Mike had the hots for you and you kinda liked it... does that mean you would have let him..."
He raised his eyebrow and gave me a cockeyed grin. "Let him... what?"
"Like, if he asked you... would you have let him... put his hand on..."
"Oh, I see where this is going," he laughed. "You want to know if I ever let Mike give me a handjob?"
I smiled. "Yeah."
"Well you know what they say, buddy," he said, leaning back against his fuzzy forearm and closing his eyes. "When your eyes are closed... a hand is a hand is a hand... and a mouth is a mouth is a mouth..."
Oh FUCK!
TO BE CONTINUED:
Still to come: "I don't know if I should show you this," he said, as the waistband of his briefs slid down slowly, revealing the curve of his tan, furry ass...