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“Do you need a moment?” Though I’m offering him an escape, I might be the one who needs it, considering the tingle is only getting stronger the longer I sit here, watching his hand cover his dick. Do I sit here and see what happens, or make an excuse to get up?
“I’ve got an idea.” Tripp bolts upright. “You said you’ve seen your teammates beat off and it didn’t do anything for you, right?”
“Yeah,” I say warily.
“But you feel something around me that you don’t feel around them?”
“I don’t know what that is,” I remind him, though he waves me off.
“I’m not asking you to classify it, just acknowledge it.” His fist seems to clench around his shaft over his shorts, and another twinge of something surges along mine.
“Yeah,” I exhale heavily, letting my eyes drift closed as I brace myself for the words I know are coming.
“Watch me.”
I open my eyes to find the vigor back in his, and while I’m happy to see Tripp acting like himself, I don’t want to lead him on any more than I already have, however unintentional.
“This doesn’t usually have the results I think you’re looking for.”
“We won’t know until we try, will we?” He licks his lips suggestively. “But just to be sure, we’ll change it up. Tell me how you ended up watching your teammates? Was there a big circle jerk?”
I rear back. “What? Of course not.”
“Too bad.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I bet that’d be hot. Did they know you were watching?”
I set my half-empty can on the table and run my hand through my hair. “It was just the one guy, and yes. He knew. It was his idea. The release is something he needs before a game, and he gets there faster if someone is watching.”
“Did he stand in front of you? Or lay on the bed?” I swear Tripp’s eyes go hazy, like he’s imagining himself in the room.
“He’d either lay down or just sit on the bed, facing me.”
“Naked?”
“No. Usually he’d pull his boxers down just enough to, you know, hold it.”
“So, you didn’t really see much?”
“I mean, I saw enough. And remember, my teammates are like my brothers, so the whole thing was more about him reacting to another body in the room than either of us reacting to the other.”
“Hmm, okay. Sounds like maybe things are different with me since I’m not a brother but that doesn’t tell us whether you like cock or not. You need to see one to be sure.” He stands up and whisks his shirt over his head, flashing those tight abs as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and guides them below his hips. When they’re low enough, his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach and bobbing in midair as it comes to a rest, pointing directly at me.
Oh. That’s… I’ve never seen that before.
Even after all the hints that he’d do it, I never actually expected Tripp to whip it out, and the quiver between my legs suggests I don’t hate it. Still, my eyes ping pong between Tripp and the coffee table, unsure of where they’re supposed to be focused in this scenario.
“Don’t be afraid to look. Hell, you can touch if you want.”
He steps out of his shorts and comes closer, placing his cock directly in my line of sight, no more than two feet away. And while my brain hasn’t consciously decided to look, my eyes seem to have a mind of their own. Slowly, tentatively, I let myself take in the man before me.
He’s got a great body, lean and lithe yet still cut, sinewy limbs sporting a soft golden hue from his time in the sun. And the part of his body he likes to tell me is spectacular… It’s long and thick, with skin fair enough that I can see the blue vein pressing against the otherwise smooth surface. Smooth.
Smooth?
“You don’t have any pubes.”
“Nope.” He pops the ‘P’ and grins mischievously. “Things are so much more sensitive without hair. Want to feel?”
I blink up at him, trying to get my bearings as the pressure between my legs seems to increase. “No. Uh, no.” I shake my head and avert my eyes.
