Sticky Grenade

You lob a sticky grenade at Alex and duck behind a corner. It lands on his leg and sticks. He doesn't even seem to notice anything until it explodes, killing him in the process. "Ha!" you exclaim. "That was almost too easy!"

Alex rolls his eyes and says, "yeah, yeah." He stands and starts by removing his shirt, pulling it over his head. His muscular build is not what you were expecting to come out from under the shirt. He has defined abs, and a much better body than the last time you had seen him shirtless.

"Damn," you say, "you look good."

Alex smiles wide and says, "Thanks. You do, too." You can feel his eyes looking up and down your body, almost as though he was trying to memorize their every detail. Embarrassed that you had even said that aloud, and that he was actually looking at you like that, you feel your cheeks flush red.

Next, his hands move to the button of his pants as Alex begins to remove them. He gets the fly open, and you see the top of his dick as it was tucked down into the leg of his pants. He pushes them down, and his member pops free, bobbing before him. He steps out of his pants, and you watch his dick move about before him, seeming to lag half a second behind his motions. For some reason the sight is turning you on, and you feel a tingling between your legs.

"So," he says, looking at you. You break your eyes free from his crotch and look up to meet his gaze. "What is it you want me to do?"