Page 22 of Saved By the Pitcher

“Jesus!” James whispered. “Okay, the advertising has been the real deal.”

Mike laughed some more. “Glad I staved off a customer complaint. But does my chest look as good to you as when you used to jack off to it?”

James blushed. “God, I still want to wring Billy’s little neck for sharing that.”

Mike bellowed with laughter. “Will it help if I confess something to you? Since meeting you, I’ve done it more times than I can count while picturing you—usually with you wearing that little Nazi-seducing outfit.”

James gave Mike a flirtatious side-eye. “You liked that, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Mike groaned. “If that were on film, I’d be watching it every night. I think the skin on my palm or my dick would bruise from overuse.”

James chuckled. “Well, then it’s good it wasn’t recorded.”

“It would be worth it,” Mike countered. “What are you wearing below the waist?”

James eyed him with suspicion again. “So, you are trying to push online sex.”

Mike bit his lip once more. “So untrusting. I just wondered if you had on boxers or briefs—or nothing at all. It’s a natural thing to wonder.”

“Is it, though?” James snickered. “Well, for your information, you were wrong on all three counts.”

“Oh, pray tell,” Mike pressed.

“I’m wearing trunks,” James answered. “They’re shorter than boxer-briefs.”

“I’m familiar. I’m an underwear model, remember? May I see them?”

James shook his head like a put-upon school teacher, but stood from the chair so that Mike could see him from the waist down to his knees. Then, he sat back on the chair, smiling at the expression on Mike’s face.

“I know the other vision I’ll be jacking off to now,” Mike rasped. He delighted in James’ laughter. “Holy crap. You have such nice thighs—and a huge dick.”

James looked down, almost as if to remind himself. “Uh, guess the light gray-colored, jersey-knit underwear reveals more than I thought.” Mike just moaned in return. “Okay, it’s not fair that I had to show you my underwear and you don’t have to show me yours. I think you should return the favor.”

Mike mentally slapped himself from his daze. “Huh? Oh, you can see me in underwear any time you walk in a store.”

“Not with you having a hard-on, I can’t,” James replied. “I expect you to show me something more personal and special—just for me.”

Mike smiled. “Already, I can’t refuse you. Okay. I need to take my pants off first.” He did so out of camera view, watching James who was staring with anticipation. Once his trousers were chucked from his legs, he stood up to reveal his black boxer-briefs. He turned sideways so James could take in the view of his muscular butt as well.

“Um, that is…hot,” James managed to say, his excitement evident.

“I’m not as big as you,” Mike stated, taking his seat once more. “I can tell. I’m kind of average-sized. I’ve been told that’s a bigger deal to guys than it is to girls. Is it?”

James snickered. “Don’t perpetuate the stereotypes against the LGBTQ community. No, I’m not disappointed. It looks nice and…it works, right?

Mike laughed. “Oh, it works, James. It’s always up for what needs to be done. In fact, it’s wanting to put in a shift right now.”

“Ah. Back to that, are we?” James mused.

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to show me anything else. I’ve decided I don’t want to see any more of you,” Mike declared.

James jerked his head back with surprise. “Ouch. Is it something I said?”

Mike shook his head, holding up his hands in the air. “You misunderstand. I want to see everything. Just not tonight. I’d rather wait until I can see you naked in-person instead of through a dimly lit blur.”

James laughed. “Clean your screen sometime. And we’ll see how things go before we talk about getting naked.”

Mike grinned with confidence. “James, don’t fight it. You know you’ll show me everything and you can’t wait. But as for tonight, I thought maybe we could jerk off together. We can just look at each other’s faces and chests while we do it.”