“How’re you doin’ there?” I asked.
“It’s…I’m…”
“You need to let me help you, Silas. I know this is weird, and we don’t know each other, but you’re gonna have to trust me. You have to be completely dry…no wet jeans, no wet briefs. Understand?”
Silas’s lips curled in amusement. “I’ve lived in locker rooms for twenty years. I don’t care if you see my d-dick.”
“Great. Stand up.”
He swayed into my space and wobbled on his feet. I had a hard time getting the wet leather strap through his belt buckle, and his hulking proximity made it extra awkward. Finally, I was able to unbutton, unzip, and push his jeans and briefs over his ass.
His rather spectacular ass, I might add. I averted my gaze and gave Silas room to undress with a modicum of privacy. He just couldn’t do it alone.
“I’m trapped. The blanket is…”
I turned automatically and almost swallowed my tongue.
Silas Anderson was a god…with a very nice cock. Given the circumstance, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it had been walnut-sized—at least for the moment—but it hung between his thighs like a rope. Not too big, and certainly not small. Just right.
True to his word, nudity didn’t faze Silas. At all.
I bent at his feet, unwrapped the blanket, and urged him to step out of the denim one leg at a time. He set a hand on my shoulder for balance and slowly freed himself.
Was his cock dangling in front of my face? Yes.
Was it distracting as fuck? Also yes.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s get the bottoms on…and the socks too.”
“How?”
“Uh…sit on the coffee table again.”
Silas snickered. “Am I free-ballin’?”
“Yeah. I’m not in the habit of sharing boxers.” I helped him pull wool socks onto his icy feet.
“G-g-good point. I like going commando. It’s fr-freeing, ya know?” He sniffed loudly, bending to adjust the socks. “I have to pee.”
“Okay…uh…this way.” I guided Silas to the bathroom, unsure what to do.
“You l-look worried. Don’t be. I w-w-won’t ask you to hold my dick.” He snort-laughed. “I’ll be c-c-careful. If I go rogue, you can straighten m-m-me out.”
Oh. My. God.
And that was how I found myself hovering nearby as a grown man pissed. Unbelievable.
Thankfully, he didn’t require my services. But did I stare at his dick? Yes, I did.
I led Silas back to the living area and motioned for him to stand by the fire. “Use the blanket. I’m going to make some tea for you.”
“I’m still sh-shaking. C-can’t hold a mug.” Silas held up his hand to demonstrate.
“All right. I’ll look for a thermos. Just…stay there.”
My house was an open-concept modern cabin with log-hewn walls, hardwood flooring, and gigantic windows overlooking Lake Norman and the surrounding forest of Wood Hollow. The furniture consisted of a large sectional sofa, a couple of leather recliners, and a sturdy coffee table. Colorful rugs delineated the living and adjoining dining area, and the kitchen was just beyond. The office, a small bathroom, and laundry room were the only rooms with doors on the first floor.
I’d designed the house specifically to capture as much natural light as possible, and if I did say so myself, it had turned out beautifully. The kids had plenty of space to run around, their bedrooms were large, and they each had their own bathrooms.
