Page 29 of Otter Heart
“Let’s put our clothes in the dryer,” Mateo said, leading me back through his condo. “I can get you some shorts and a t-shirt if you like. Although I have no idea if we’re the same size.”
“You’re decently smaller than me,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’ll fit into anything you have.”
“I usually buy small gym shorts.”
“I get large.”
Mateo clicked his tongue. “Are you a giant?”
“I’m six-one and about one-ninety on the scale.”
He laughed. “Yeah, nothing I own is going to fit you.” He glanced in my direction, giving me a smile. “I’m only five-five and I’m maybe one-sixty if I really workout a lot.”
“You already look like you work out a lot,” I scoffed.
“I haven’t been to the gym in a while actually,” he said as we entered the laundry room. “Usually, I only workout during the winter. During the summer I’m outside with Bessie all thetime running around. It just sort of stays there thankfully.”
“Lucky. I smell a McDonald’s and gain ten pounds.”
“Well, I think you look amazing.”
I smiled at first, then my face fell, realizing what he’d said. “Ass,” I smirked.
“Well,” he continued as if nothing had happened. “If you can’t fit into my clothes, I guess you could just be naked.” He grabbed the hem of his soaking shirt and peeled it up over his head. “It’s not like I can see you, anyway.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You… You want me to just wander around your condo naked for the next hour while our clothes dry?”
“Oh my god! No!” He smiled. “I have a blanket you can wrap up in. Wouldn’t want you to get cold. But it might be nice to sit in front of the fire with no clothes on, right? I do that during the winter all the time.” He gave me a mischievous smirk. “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire and all that you know? Gotta get into that Christmas spirit.”
“It’s June.”
“Eh. Rules are for squares.” He grabbed the hem of his shorts and pushed them to the floor. “Just enjoy things when you can.”
I swallowed hard, staring at the nearly naked man in front of me. Mateo had nothing on but his socks and underwear at that point. The wet fabric clung to the curves of his body leaving literallynothingto the imagination. And then, without warning, he pulled those off too, his soft cock springing free.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
He bent down to retrieve them and was about halfway to the washer when a look of surprise came over his face.
“Uh… well,” he said, his cheeks turning bright red. “I forgot that youcansee me… so…” He tossed the underwear in the washer. “Enjoy the view I guess.”
Then he continued putting detergent into the washer as if he wasn’t the spitting image of a roman marble statue come to life. I stared openly and blatantly, watching as the muscles underhis skin shifted and tensed. Every inch of him was beautifully tanned and wonderfully fuzzy. Just as I suspected, that splash of dark chest hair formed into a wide line going down his torso ending in a tuft above his cock. In fact, the more I looked, the more it seemed like all the lines on his body eventually led my eye down to his groin. Not that I minded of course, it was a gorgeous cock. Probably one of the best I’d seen. And he was uncircumcised too.
“I’m gonna go grab some shorts,” Mateo said, breaking me from my gawking. “Just hit the start button when you’ve put your clothes in.” He patted my shoulder as he walked by. “I know you’ve been staring the whole time.”
I watched him go, completely mesmerized by his tightly muscled ass. It wasalsoone of the best ones I’d ever seen. Seriously, the dude was the epitome of beauty. It struck me as sort of sad that he couldn’t look in the mirror and see it for himself. But I shook that notion away. He could feel just fine, and I was envious that he got to touch his own body every single day.
I wanted to do that.
Shaking my head, I broke out of my musings. A quick glance down showed me I was already rock-hard from staring at Mateo. Thankfully he wouldn’t notice. With a sigh, I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the washer. When I lowered the lid and hit the start button, I heard a rustle behind me.
“This should be big enough for you,” Mateo said, fully dressed and stepping into the doorway with a fuzzy blanket. “Sorry I don’t have anything else for you.”
“It’s okay,” I said, a hand going to my crotch to cover it out of habit. “S-Sorry I was staring earlier. I should’ve looked away.”
He smiled, handing the blanket over. “I don’t mind. After what you did for me today, I feel like I owe you alotmore than just a few stares.”
“You don’t owe me anything–”
