I shrug. “Just, you know. The motion I guess.”
His gaze drifts from my face down to the bulge in my boxers and those eyes harden. “What about this?” he asks with a poke at the front of my shorts. My hard cock sways at his touch like a drunk sailor reeling for another drink. “Don’t tell me you got this just from watching Home Improvement.”
Too late, I realize he’s mad at me. Hoping to lighten the mood, I give him a nudge. “That Al guy is kind of cute. He sort of looks like you.”