Wrong Choice

I mumbled in confusion and consternation some more. He had turned my back into the wall with that tantalizing hand on my belly and still had the other arm against the wall to prevent me bolting in the direction in which I had been going.

“I’ll tell you what, Tim. I’ll do a little fast inventory, and any time I’m doing something you don’t want, just let me know and we’ll go on about our business as if this never happened. If I like the goods and you’re interested, we can just slip into my bedroom right here for a few moments of mutual entertainment. Is that okay with you, Tim?”

My mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and my cock was rising at the very thought of this totally unexpected turn of events. I mumbled something incomprehensible again.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Thad said, and he moved his hand until it loosely covered my tented package. My knees wanted to give, but I braced them by moving my pelvis forward, which Thad took as an affirmative sign.

“Ah, is that your ‘yes,’ Tim?”

“Yes, I guess so,” I managed to whisper.