My Troublesome Lust

But I couldn’t avoid it without letting Trish know why. It was agreed that us guys would work on the house and the girls would drive up to the outlet stores.

I helped Tom lift up a handrail and secure it on the stairs. He didn’t seem weirded out at all, but I felt strange the whole time. I mean, his cock which was staring at me at eye level, had been in my mouth – and I didn’t know where we stood. I couldn’t glance at his crotch without it reminding me that a long dick was lurking in there.

Finally, with the work done, he was just popping a frozen pizza into the oven, and I broke the ice, “Tom, it feels odd acting like nothing happened.”

He casually tossed the oven mitts on the counter, “Not much happened at all. We had a little fun.”

“Except your cock was in my mouth!”

“Didn’t you like it?”

“No, I didn’t like it.” (Except for a brief moment when, and only when, my lust peaked. But I could never admit that), “Of course not. I’m a guy.”