Alan looked around and said, “It’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“Okay, Alan. You sit yourself down here.” Tom indicated the bed. “And we’ll see where the mood takes us.”
Alan nodded mutely and did as he was told.
“You just let me take care of everything,” Tom added.
As Alan sat and watched, Tom began a slow strip. He stood with his legs spread and peeled his tight, black muscle tee over his head. Alan shuddered perceptibly as Tom ran his hands over his rippled abs then squeezed his pecs and pinched his nipples. He kicked off his sneakers and unzipped his fly, pushing his jeans down on his hips just far enough so his dense black pubic hair was revealed. Tom reached down and ran his fingers through the thick bush.
Alan was staring with his mouth open.