I was guilty. hqporner He stepped out of the boxers. “Well, I’m building a tree house for my cub scout project, I was wondering if you could help me paint it.”
“Sure!” I said again enthusiastically. He started using his hands too, feeling around the plastic, cupping and massaging my vinyl-covered balls in his hands. He was wearing somewhat lose boxers, although I could tell he was getting excited as a large bulge was beginning to grow in the middle. We broke up last week…” Here comes the awkwardness again. I wasn’t about to disagree! My eyes widened. He was rock hard, pushing out the plastic until the top was barely covering his cock (not like it mattered). A few months ago, he said he was starting to grow a lot of
