As we laid kissing and feeling one another, his brace kept hitting my leg and his zipper repeatedly hit my thigh. 'Kyle, your brace and zipper are killing me bud,' I joked. Off came the brace, the shorts, his wife beater tank, underwear, socks, shoes.
Here he was, naked! My heart raced and pounded like mad in my chest.
There was zero chance anyone would come by, zero chance of pretty much anything. I asked, 'Should I strip too?' I was blown away he was willing to submit his body to me. He replied, 'Leave your wife beater on, your chest hair itches and tickles.' I was out of my clothes again in record time. He laid on my bed naked and dripping with manliness and a hint of dry sweat from the evening, but our playing began to make us both a bit damp with the place having been so warm. But the sweating was adding to my primal urges for this moment between us. He had showered before we went to eat, so he was clean and ready for this.
