I shrugged, caught off guard. “Why don’t you just get yourself off?” I said without thinking.

“I was going to when you were on your way over, but Deb left didn’t leave until right before you showed up.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to have you walk in on me again. That was pretty lame the last time that happened.”

“It didn’t bother me.”

“It didn’t?”

“No. I, uh . . .”

Matt smirked. “What?”

Inside, I was on fire with excitement. “I was just a little, well—not just a little—more like a lot.” I blushed. “I, uh, was kind of shocked.”

“Shocked?” Matt nodded. “Yeah, I guess I’d be shocked too if I walked in—”

“No. Not that you were jacking off.” I shrunk into myself. I couldn’t believe I was admitting this . . . to another man.

“By what then?”

We made eye contact. “Your cock.” I kind of tipped my head to the side. “It’s so big.” I shook my head imperceptibly.

Matt made a small laughing sound. “That’s what Debbie says. That’s why she doesn’t like to give me head. She says it hurts her jaw!”

I hadn’t really heard him. I was stuck in my head, back thinking of his cock. “It was so beautiful too. Really.” After a beat I added, “I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to look at it.”

Matt smiled. “You should have said something. I wouldn’t have minded.”

I snapped out of it wondering what I was thinking. “Yeah, right.” I shook my head. “That’s not something you just say.”

Matt looked at me inquisitively. “That would have totally turned me on.”

“Really?” I got my first big body rush at that moment. “You’re serious?”

Suddenly, Matt stood up and walked over. When he was before me started to unsnap his pants.

“No,” I said, putting up my hand to shield my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He started to turn away.

“Wait.” I grabbed his thigh, held him. “I didn’t mean I didn’t want to see it. . . I just . . .” I paused just looking into his eyes mesmerized. “Just let me do it for you. Oh my god, you have no idea how much I want to do this.”

Matt smiled and gave me a subtle nod.

I swallowed and thought of the day I walked in on him, what it was that I had found so sexy. “Could you . . .”

“Don’t. Don’t be shy.” He smiled. “Besides, there’s no turning back now, is there.” It was said rhetorically. He was telling me.

I gave an agreeable nod. “No,” I whispered. “Can—take off your shirt Matt.”

Matt pulled it up over his head and threw it aside. His body was amazing. He had big pecs with small erect nipples that were pointing down at me and washboard abs that flowed right beneath the waistband of his pants. There wasn’t a trace of hair on him. I looked down at his pants and could see the large shaft of his cock pressing against the fabric. I was noticeably shaking and around my peripheral vision was filled with a sensation of white light.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “We’re in no rush. We will take as long as you’d like.”

The emphasis was on the word ‘will’ and a rush of pure excitement shot through me. He was right; there was