“You going to do it?” Michael asked. “Or are you going to strip?”
Stripping, in Philip’s eyes, was his way of saying he was chickening out. Not a chance of doing that. Sitting back, he moved his sweater aside and rubbed a hand over his erection. At this angle, it would be more than clear that he was aroused. Suddenly, it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Both Aiden and Michael were looking at his crotch, their eyes wide as Philip cupped and fondled his balls through his sweats and then rubbed his c**k.
This was easier than he expected. Instead of feeling nervous about openly touching himself, Philip felt confident. Powerful. Two men were now looking at him with hunger in their expressions as he did the dare. Philip had never had two men looking at him like this before, an
