“You would?”
“I would do anything for you,” Mateo says.
“Okay,” I say softly.
Mateo lifts the towel from me. A wet spot is against my briefs just like I feared.
“I am dirty,” I say apologetically.
Mateo smiles like I’ve said something amusing. “Let me remove that for you.”
His fingers slide underneath my briefs. No one has touched my skin there, and I shiver against his touch.
“Lift your bottom,” he whispers, and I press my feet against my mattress and raise it.
He moves my briefs, gently sliding my briefs over my cock so it does not snag it.
My head bursts free, red and leaking, the color bright against my white cotton briefs.
Mateo’s throat moves. Maybe he thinks it will be too big against his hand. Maybe he is regretting volunteering to touch it at all.
He continues to slide my briefs down. I am completely exposed.
No one has seen me there.
No one except the occasional doctor.
No one who wanted to see it.
“You can sit back,” Mateo says, and my skin heats because I should have figured out that that was the appropriate thing to do without Mateo telling me.
He only smiles, and doesn’t seem upset, so maybe I am fine after all.
Mateo moves my ankles up and removes my briefs gently. He steps away and puts them in the dirty clothes basket. He then moves past me, and my heartbeat quickens, because now I am lying naked on the bed, and I cannot see him.
Then a drawer opens.
A drawer that sounds like it comes from his bedside cabinet drawer.
Well, nothisbedside cabinet drawer.
Dummkopf.
Shame fills me as I remember our trip to the pharmacy. But then he is once again standing in myeyesight. He opens something up, and I recognize the unopened bottle of lubricant.
My breath halts.
This is happening.
Mateo pours some lubricant on his hands, then he places the bottle on my bedside table. The plastic packaging promising pleasure is garish.
I should have more strength. I should not yield to baser impulses.
I should tell Mateo never mind. I should thank him for offering and send him on his way. I should?—
And then Mateo touches me.
He touches methere.
