No need, you've got a towel

"Holy fuck, you're a dude!" You stumble backward, agape.

"You didn't know?" He is plainly incredulous with the first words he's spoken as he stands there, rock hard cock pointing right at you.

"I, uh, definitely thought you were a chick, yes." You say straight to the unreasonably appetizing cock slowly inching your way. You entirely fail to back off as it closes the distance to you.

"Huh." He nods as he steps up to you, close enough to embrace, but the only thing to finally touch you is the very top of his hard cock, feeling like it's pouring electricity into you. "I'd just thought you were very forward." He shrugs, his cock slipping along your tight belly with the motion, turning little shocks into waves.

"Uh..." Your voice cracks slightly as you try to form words over the sudden burning between your thighs. "Maybe I am..." You bite your lip, your wide, eager look up at him betraying the hesitant fear fluttering in your chest.

You slide down, his cock tracing its way up you, slipping gently between your breasts to stop just teasingly touching your lips as you come to your knees. "Definitely not shaved." Your attempt at playfulness comes out as a nervous squeak, and you swallow, slipping your lips around his cock as you look hopefully up at him.

"Ya, definitely not as smooth as you." He nods, his own breath catching slightly as you slide him out and in, deeper with each stroke. He pauses a thoughtful look, "Should I be?" He says down to you, voice trembling with each in-stroke.

You pull back, a string of spit dangling between your lips and his cock. "I, uh, I'd guess I'd be willing to, uh, suck on more things if they weren't all hairy?" You shrug.