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I tear my eyes away. He's staring at me. I turn and open the door and go inside. Matt follows.
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He walks over to the vent between the fridge and the door that opens to the backyard and stands in front of it.
"How come the vents are on the wall?" He holds his arms up to the cool air as he speaks. I try to focus on his hands, not the muscles of his shoulders, or the sweat running down his lats, or the possibility with his arms stretched high more of his dick might be visible below the leg of his shorts.
"No basement. House was built on a slab. When we added the A/C they had to put it in the attic and the vents in the ceilings or walls. It would have been way too expensive to break up the slab for duct work."
"Gotcha." He turns away from the wall, facing me now, arms still stretched high. "Feels good. Thank God for A/C, huh?"
I mumble my agreement.
"It's not super cold air though."
"No. The A/C is old, probably needs refrigerant, I add." I don't want to tell him I can't afford to run it any cooler.
"Mr. B, okay if I hop into the show then to cool off? I'll be quick."
I mumble or nod or something.
"Cool." He unbuttons the cutoffs and they fall to the floor.
His cock is hard.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 7 years agoI love the slow build up if this story. Matt is such a tease. Can't wait for when they finally get to it. Excited for more
