God, from the back he was magnificent. Broad shoulders,
lean waist, smooth skin. His ass was tight and looked firm.
A patch of dark hair furred the smal of his back and
drifted over his buttocks to get thicker at his thighs and
legs. His arms, too, were covered in thick, dark hair. He
half turned so I could see his chest and I grinned in delight.
half turned so I could see his chest and I grinned in delight.
Hair there, too, dark and curling around his nipples, but
not overpowering him. A woman could stil find bare skin
to kiss al over him, center her tongue on those nipples and
flick them with her tongue until he cried out for mercy.
I had to grip the concrete wal to steady myself at my
unwinding thoughts. Austin, blond-haired and fair skinned,
had little hair on his chest and had taken to trimming his
pubic hair. I didn't mind grooming, but I'd gotten used to
seen a man without so much hair. Looking at Eric opened
up something half-embarrassing I could only think of as…
primal.
Eric lay on the bed, his cock in his hand. He stared at the
ceiling as he stroked, already half-hard. In the porn I'd
seen the men had always yanked so hard on their pricks it
looked painful. Eric didn't start off with a two-fisted yank.
He ran a slow hand over his bely and thighs before
gripping his cock, which he stroked just as slowly from
base to crown and down again before repeating the
journey.
I was mesmerized.
The head of Eric's bed was against the wal opposite his
The head of Eric's bed was against the wal opposite his
bedroom door, which placed the bed paralel to the
window. Like the rest of his apartment, his bedding was
simple, even stark. He'd already puled down the black
quilted comforter and blankets and now lay on the plain
white sheet. He hitched himself a little higher to put his
head on the pilow.
Did it make a difference, knowing he was being watched?
I thought it had to. Why else would he take such time to
show off? The bulge and flex of his biceps had me biting
my lower lip. So did the flex of his calves when he bent his
legs to push his hips upward.
I leaned forward too far, risking being seen, when his leg
blocked the view of his gorgeous cock being stroked so
slowly in that big fist, but as if he knew exactly what he
was doing, Eric pushed that leg straight and bent the other,
instead, keeping my view clear. His back arched as his
head tipped back into the pilow. I wanted to see his face,
but though I could make out the dark shadow of eyes and
the slope of his nose, distance blurred his features a bit.
With a hand stil on his erection, Eric reached with the
