Chapter 17

“God,” Beck whispered. “You’re so hot!”

Troy blushed. Yeah, he knew he had a killer body, genetics, frequent sessions at the gym, and playing football saw to that. He pulled down his shorts, looked down, and noticed a couple of things. He wasn’t wearing superhero underwear, but the white briefs were obscenely tented. There was also a large wet spot at the tip. Should he strip off completely? A glance at the look of hunger on Beck’s face had Troy reaching for the waistband.

Beck whimpered. “Fuck!” he added in quiet awe. “You’re huge.”

Troy grinned and gave his pole a couple of strokes. He was of course well used to touching himself, but what would it feel like for someone else, Beck say, to touch him? Troy guessed there was only one way to find out. He put first one knee on the bed, then lay on his side facing Beck, who looked…timid.

“You can touch me if you want,” Troy said low in his throat.