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This is just like that.

Except…

I've never had my cock grow in response to seeing another guy's dick. And as I catch my first glimpse of Sawyer's girthy, veiny, uncut shaft, that's exactly what starts to happen. I'm powerless to stop it, watching with equal amounts of horror and excitement as my cock goes from floppy to hard in my hand.

I stop peeing, but there's no way I'm going to be able to tuck myself into my pants without making it obvious I have an erection.

Beside me, Sawyer clears his throat. Shit. Did he catch me checking out his junk? Not less than an hour ago, we were toasting to professional boundaries, and now here I am, holding my hard cock less than six feet away from the guy.

I slowly turn my head to face the music, which I'm assuming will involve a more sternly worded than before lecture on the need to keep things work focused.

But when I look at Sawyer, I don't see the face of an angry man. Instead, I'm met with two blazing green fires and his top teeth buried in his lower lip. His breathing is shallow and labored, and when I glance down again, my eyes bulge. His cock is as hard as mine.

"Holy shit," I mutter. "How did that happen?"

He emits a low chuckle. "Could ask you the same thing."

"No. I mean your head." I point toward the tip of his cock. "Where did the foreskin go?" Guess I've just outed myself as never having seen an uncut cock in my life.

"The foreskin retracts…" He clears his throat. "…when I get hard."

"Retracts where?" I ask, and since we're talking about his dick, I feel emboldened to take a proper look at it as Sawyer's long, well-manicured fingers slide along it to just beneath the crown. With a gentle tug, he brings his foreskin up over the tip before retracting it.

"Like this."

"I do," I reply, realizing a few mortifying seconds too late Sawyer didn't meanLike thisas a question but as a demonstration.

That same horny feeling I had in the back seat of the car returns, slamming into me with full force. Despite never being with a guy, my instinct is screaming at me, loud and clear.

I want to do stuff with Sawyer Bannister.

5

Sawyer

Kynan's breathing heavily, staring at me with a dangerous glint in his eye, and I'm…fuck, I'm still holding my dick. Myharddick. Not exactly sure when this went from having a piss to a how-to on foreskin retraction, but here we are.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

I'm way too old to be this stupid.

Not to mention how much of a hypocrite and liar this makes me—was I not apologizing to him for my inappropriate behavior less than an hour ago?—and yet here I am, in a public restroom where anyone could come in at any moment, touching myself in front of him.

"I like it," Kynan mumbles, the redness that tore up his neck when he mistook my words for a question moments ago still there, bright as ever.

"What do you like?"

His eyes turn a molten blue, and my cock pulses in my hand when he responds. "Watching you."

He's let go of his dick, but it's still hard, jutting out from his body. Long, creamy-colored, and cut, with a pearl of pre-cum glistening on his slit. It's taking every ounce of self-restraint I possess not to scoop up that pearl with my thumb and have a taste.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy?" I ask, my voice suddenly low and husky.

He shakes his head, the blush creeping up his neck spreading to his cheeks, and I release my cock.

Kynan frowns. "Keep going. Please."

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