I had been dreaming about it, fantasizing but shutting it all out of my mind. His hands were warm and strong, he was gentle but he took control and I felt like just laying back and letting him do what he wanted with me. But more than anything I felt a throbbing erection grow in my crotch and a subtle but noticeable dribble of precum leaking down over the tip of my pulsating dick. Shame, guilt, curiosity, intrigue, desire. This man’s hands were all over me, he was staring at my hard-on and I knew it wasn’t going to stop there. My face got hot and I let in a deep breath as he felt my inner thigh. Maybe just let me kiss it?” He winked and carefully pulled my hands away from my package. I can make you feel good.” Matt slid his hand up my thigh and all my muscles tensed. You know, I’ve been with a lot of straight guys. I’m cool with it it gets me going knowing that you’re listening. I’ve heard you jerking off in your room while I have a date over. Matt gently pulled my shoulder back and placed his other hand on my thigh. “I, uh, maybe I should get back into my room.” I shifted in my seat and attempted to get up from the couch. I looked down and saw his pants tenting he was getting as excited as I was. His physique was chiseled and his arms bulged through his tight black t-shirt. “I do now.” His eyes flashed with seduction, bright blue and shining. He giggled and continued to stroke my bare arm. “You know that I do that?” I asked shamefully. I could feel my face getting hot and pink, my hands were starting to shake and I could feel my cock getting hard. My hand covering my junk and my eyes darting back and forth between him and the floor. “Is that so? You seem to be pretty into it when you’re listening through the wall to me and my dates.” I was frozen. Matt scoffed playfully and ran his fingers down my arm. I looked over at him, confused and surprised. Are you sure you don’t want a little dirty shit to help you out? I have some good gay porn.” He grinned at me, his fingers playing with his brown curls. Matt looked over at my still open laptop. “No worries, having some fun while I’m out?” He jabbed. He plopped down beside me and leaned against the back of the couch, just watching me and smiling. Matt just snickered and tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch. “Oh shit, sorry dude, I thought you were out for the night.” I scrambled, grabbing my stuff and trying to get out of there and avoid the continued embarrassment. I searched for something to cover myself with and Matt made his way into the living room. I hurried and tossed my laptop on the couch beside me, trying to cover myself and clean myself up. He closed the door behind him and stared right at me. I heard his keys in the lock and before I could react the door swung open and he entered the apartment. I continued to touch myself and watch the women do their thing, when I heard a clanging sound. It wasn’t dirty enough, there was no excitement or taboo. My cock was lubed up but was getting soft in my hand. Their long fingernails teasing each other’s bodies and their soft feminine lips caressing each other’s neck. I was stroking fast, watching the two women on the screen kiss and finger each other. But this subtle smile he would give me after a night of dirty fun sometimes convinced me that he did. The next time I would see him was so awkward knowing what I had done, though he had no idea. As soon as I would cum I’d feel the guilt and the shame building up. I would let me cum spurt all over myself and imagine it was all over his face. I would lean up against the wall behind my bed and close my eyes and jerk off, edging until I heard his companion orgasm. It confused me for a while and I started stroking myself whenever I would hear his sloppy moans. Every time I would hear Matt I would get a bit hard.