It is the kind thing to do.

It is raining, he soaking wet, you can't just let him stand there. You could just go grab your phone and hand it to him though, that would be all right wouldn't it. All these thoughts race through your mind as you stare at him for far to long to be normal, stunned that the person you were just watching fuck someone is standing at your door complaining about his car. “Are you ok?” He asks, shaking you out of your stupor.

When it comes to answer you find yourself saying, “Sure, no problem,” You step aside just enough to let him in and add, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Thanks, a beer would be awesome." Looking around he asks, “So, where's the phone?”

You look around and realize you left it in your computer room, and without even thinking, while you go to get both of you a beer, you point down the hall. “Down and on the right.” He takes two steps toward the back room and you finally realize you left the porn playing on your computer when you went to answer the door. Quickly you make your way from the kitchen to catch him before it is to late, but at the same time not wanting him to think you are running up behind him to attack him or something. Sadly you catch him right after he steps into your computer room and is staring at the monitor watching the newest addition to your porn collection.