Before Matt could ask what he meant by that, Vic pulled the bottom of Matt’s T-shirt up, exposing the smooth skin of his belly and chest. Matt raised his arms as Vic rucked up his shirt, but when it reached his shoulders, Vic stopped. Matt waited, arms draped over his head, blinded by his own shirt. He felt the couch move as Vic stood, but when nothing else happened, he ventured, “Vic?”
His lover spoke directly into his mind. ::Just a minute, hon. Don’t move.::
Matt heard the solid thudof Vic’s belt buckle hitting the floor.
“No fair,” he pouted, “undressing when I can’t see you.”
Vic laughed. “You know what it looks like.”
Matt pictured Vic towering over him, stiff cock jutting from his groin, thick and veined. The heavy sac of his balls hung low between his legs. Vic’s shaved genitals loomed in Matt’s mind, larger than life, and Vic laughed again when he picked up on that image. “It’s not thatbig.”