Matthew gave me a tense little smile. And I was still sitting there, with his d**k in my hand. So far it wasn’t anything close to the gently erotic experience I’d had in mind.
In fact, it was hard to imagine how it could have gone worse without one of us sustaining actual physical injury. Or my mum and his mum walking in on us simultaneously. Probably the sensible thing to do at this point was give up.
But f**k sensible. And f**k giving up. I’d damn near demanded Matthew’s trust. And so far all I’d done with it was intimidate him with my array of personal lubricants and get defensive about my masturbatory habits.
I had to fix this.
Obviously I needed to say something reassuring. Although the only things I could think of made it sound like I was about to laser off a verruca or give him
