He ran his index finger across his slit, rubbing in the drop of pre-cum that formed there. Closing his eyes, Kyle closed his hand over the tip and then down the shaft, rubbing and stroking the length.
Dave didn’t seem attracted to him. There were a few times when he thought he saw something in the man’s eyes to indicate otherwise, but if so, Dave didn’t act on it. Like his little striptease in front of Dave. The man had just left the room.
With his other hand, Kyle tweaked his nipples, tugging on first one ring and then the other. He could see Dave’s face, the sexy stubble lining his jaw. The olive green eyes. The spiky sandy-colored hair. And the damn muscles.
Kyle stroked faster, harder. He moved his other hand from his nipples to his balls, squeezing in rhythm to the stroking of his shaft. A moan escaped his lips. Instead of his own hands, he imagined Dave stroking him, sucking him.