Strip

"The AC isn't working very well," I lie, "Anyway, I still need to change from practice."

Before anyone can say anything I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my toned and, because of the heat, slightly sweaty abs and chest.

A clearly audible 'wow' escapes from Tiffany's mouth, though it was clearly not meant to be audible. Tossing my shirt across the room I turn my head toward's Tiffany and lock eyes with her, just long enough to make her feel awkward, and simultaneously a bit hot and bothered. When the silence is too much for her to bear, she breaks it with, "Can I touch them?"

"Sure, why not," I reply calmly, leaning back and propping myself up on my elbows.

Here hand reaches out, tepidly, and touches my uppermost ab muscle. I can already feel the blood flowing to my groin. Slowly her hand works its way down, gently touching each ab and then squeezing each slightly. My cock begins to twitch. By the time her hand reaches my last ab it's unavoidable, and my pants have started to tent. As the tent rises I'm snapped from the dream by another 'wow,' this time from my left ear.

Julie whispers, "Is that for real?"

By this time my cock has grown even more, straining against the sweats I had put on over my shorts, and almost touching Tiffany's hand as it lays against my stomach. "Why don't you check and tell her, Tiff," I say boldly.

Without wasting a breath Tiffany's hand plunges beneath the waist-band of my pants and strongly grasps my cock. Her other hand reaches out and pulls my pants and shorts down, letting them fall to the floor at my ankles and revealing my huge penis.