Call for Mitch down the hallway

Bruce left the room and went to the kitchen. "Mitch! Are you still here,"

"Yep I am!" a hurried Mitch replied, "I'm uh, just changing, give me a moment." A few moments later, Mitch emerged, fully clothed into the kitchen.

"You have breakfast yet?" he said.

"No, not yet. I was gonna wait for you if you hadn't had any." Bruce says with a smirk.

"Oh, that's nice of you," Mitch says with a surprised smile. He was looking at Bruce differently today, looking him up and down. Why was he sniffing my underwear? Is he gay? Bruce thought to himself as he opened the fridge. He thought he might try something out.

"Hey, thanks for letting me borrow these pants, but they don't fit me that great. Since it's just us, do you mind if I take them off." Bruce says making direct eye contact with Mitch. Mitch's face betrays him slightly, turning a fraction of a shade pinker, but clearing his throat he says.

"No worries man," Mitch says calmly, regaining himself. Bruce nods and slips off the shorts. leaving him in the boxers.

"You know, I'm so used to wearing boxer briefs. It's so wild wearing your boxers man. My dick feels like it's just hanging there." Bruce says as he shakes his hips, his dick bouncing around underneath the fabric. Mitch was watching a little too closely.

"Yeah," Mitch says pulling away his gaze from Bruce, instead looking for some food in the pantry.

"Thanks by the way for letting me be here," Bruce says.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Lonnie loves having guests." Mitch says, taking a box of cereal down from a high shelf.

"But you don't love having guests?" Bruce asks slowly.

"No, that's not..." Mitch began, but Bruce cuts him off.

"Oh shit...you two were gonna fuck and I got in the way of that didn't I man." Bruce said, "I'm sorry man for cock-blocking you."
"Don't worry...I mean it's not that big of a problem." Mitch says getting the milk out of the fridge and sits down on a stool.

"You know...If there's anything I can do..." Bruce says, taking a step toward the man, his body looming over Mitch, "To make it up to you. I'm quite good with my hands..." Bruce leans over, whispering into Mitch's ear, "even better with my mouth." Bruce looks down and sees that Mitch is fully hard under his pants.

"No...I mean that's alright, you don't need to..." Mitch says.

"Oh...but I want to thank you properly," Bruce says lowering a hand toward Mitch's crotch.

"I...no you don't." Mitch says as Bruce puts his hand on Mitch's groin.

"Tell me you want it?" Bruce says and suddenly something snaps in Mitch. He pushes Bruce's hand away.

"I...I don't know what I did to make you think that was alright for you to do...but Bruce I'm married and I can't do anything with you like that." Mitch says in a ****, yet firm tone. Bruce takes a step back.

"Okay." he says, "I wont do anything to you, if you don't want me to." Bruce thinks for a second, "But, I still want to thank you, so what if I gave you a show and you do the rest yourself.

"A what?" Mitch asks, but Bruce is one step ahead of him. Bruce took off his shirt and started moving his hands over his body. Placing a hand on his cock through the boxers, Bruce starts moving his hands back and forth, jacking himself off.

Mitch just stared at Bruce, not saying a word,

"I know I turn you on Mitch. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been huffing my panties. So whip out that dick of yours and enjoy the show." Bruce says and Mitch's eyes widen,

"You know?" Mitch begins, but Bruce cuts him off.

"You are lucky the idea of you huffing my cum makes my dick hard. Now, enjoy the show already." Bruce says and this time Mitch complies. Unbuttoning his pants, he whips out his cock and starts jacking off.