While Garrett massaged Eron’s chest, he removed Garrett’s dress shirt. As Eron lifted Garrett’s undershirt over his head, Garrett hugged Eron’s torso while he did a modified sit up. Eron took a deep breath while Garrett rested for a moment. Garrett’s ass and his own boxers constricted the movement of his dick.
He lay back down on Eron’s chest and hugged him tightly. Garrett’s pulse pounded in his temple. His blood rushed through his ears.
“What’s wrong?” Eron asked. When Garrett didn’t say anything, Eron lifted his hips enough to rearrange his pants and boxers.
Garrett hesitated. “I’ve never done this before,” Garrett said after a bit. His lips vibrated against Eron’s chest.
Eron’s cock pressed against Garrett’s pelvis.
“Neither have I.”
Garrett pushed himself up. “I thought you said you messed around in junior high or something like that.”
“We never didit.”
“Oh.”
Eron took a deep breath and rubbed Garrett’s arms. The gentle act confirmed that Eron wanted him.