“You’re the one looking at my cock.”
“You’re the one who wants to suck mine.” As I was searching my brain for something better to say, he added, “I’ll let you…like we used to.”
At that I answered, “Huh?”
“I said…go ahead…if you want.”
“After you shave mine.” I figured he was joking. I figured I was. I also figured we were both kind of chickenshit, but the next thing I knew, I was pulling down my pants. “Legs,” I said, just in case. I hadn’t taken my underwear off, and I doubted he would. “Get the bulk of it, then I’ll use a razor if I have to.”