“Yes, sir?” I asked looking him in the eye as his smell hit me. “Matt,” he called out as I was about to go upstairs. I walked to the TV room at the far end of the finished basement and grabbed the keys before walking past Mr Masters and giving his bulge a quick glance without realizing I was doing it. My cock got a tingle like when you climb the rope in gym as a kid. The fact that he called me stud did something odd to me. “I was in college back in the old days and remember what it’s like.” “Don’t worry about it, stud,” Mr Masters said without looking up. “Oh, yeah,” I said quietly as I looked at the floor and then at his body again. “I snuck down here while you and Nick were discussing which bottle of booze to take from my cabinet.” Mr Masters kept pumping iron as a bead of sweat fell down his face.
“Hey, Matt,” he smiled as he kept working out. “I thought you were still up in your room.”
“Sorry,” I said as I looked at his bare body covered only by a pair of white CK briefs. “Shit, Mr Masters,” I blurted as I was startled by Nick’s dad in the basement. He left his car keys while down there, so I went down the steps while he swiped a bottle of vodka from his parent’s liquor cabinet for the party we were going to tonight.
My friend and teammate, Nick, asked me to run down to the basement where we played video games earlier.
