rammed me right in the groin, the inner thigh. I let out a yelp and a moan and an angry epithet, and Chris was immediately upset and concerned and apologetic for his clumsiness. My Levi’s had been slightly torn and the skin underneath was slightly visible and oozing some slight blood. Chris quickly slipped into his doctoral role and very quickly took over, ordering me to drop my trousers while he went to get some first aid material.

When he returned, I had my jeans down to my knees and was huddling over to assess the damage, which I had inspected already and knew to be merely a skin abrasion. Chris did a thorough cleanse of the wounded area, down on his knees, as I leaned backward over his workbench under the glare of the hanging shop light, so that he could see better. He assured me that that it was merely a minor scrape and that it would heal quickly and there would be no scar to detract from my bikini line. We were both laughing by now with no concern over the minor mishap. Chris began to apply a soothing cream on the bruised are as he told me that it was beginning to swell a bit.

And that was not all that was beginning to swell a bit but I was trying to ignore the fact that my cock was slowly but firmly erecting. I was giving all my mental will power to make it go down but my mental willing was not making that happen. Chris had to notice it. Hell, his eyes were right at cock level. He kept right on with the rubbing of the cream on the abrasion, and I somehow instinctively knew that he was intensely interested in watching my bulging crotch grow. That was turning me on! Inevitably he made the comment that yes, indeed, there was even more swelling going on and we both knew what he meant. Slightly titillated with the racy thought of his comment, I replied with a strained laugh that maybe he could put cream on any of the swelling that he could see down there from his vantage view. Down deep, I knew full well that Chris was just making the locker room man-to-man comment since I knew that he would never rub my cock with cream! But I was sort of jolted into surprise and amazement when I heard him respond in a soft throaty raspy whisper. “Oh yea, Man, I would like to do that. I will if you want me to. I want to do that.”

The air was suddenly sexually electric as my mind quickly assessed his whispered comment and my cock was responding wildly by jerking tremendously to even this slightest suggestion of a physical touch. The bulge in my jockeys had reached the point where they were going to have to come off or the dick was going to have to come out. Chris was right there at cock eye level, watching it grow, and I was virtually paralyzed from doing anything other than to watch Chris as he watched my growing cock.

Without any words, he slowly worked his fingers up inside the leg of the jockey shorts and his fingers did a soft glide over the balls and then went right to the shaft of my cock. He got good grip of the shaft still inside the jockeys with his right hand while