Bernie stood in front of him and undid the button in his polo shirt. “Lift your arms.” When Dan complied, Bernie continued, “I want to undress you. Your outfit this evening doesn’t leave much to the imagination, Daniel. I think you set out to get laid, didn’t you?”
Dan was glad the removal of his shirt covered his blush.
“I take the fifth.” He reached for Bernie’s shirt, but his hand was batted away.
“No, stud! Let me…unveil you. I’ve been looking forward to it since the first time I saw you, sitting there all wide-eyed with Shaw at Nellie’s.”
Still nervous, but still excited, too, Dan shivered when Bernie stuck a couple of fingers between the button on his jeans and his bare abs.
“Kick off your shoes.”
Dan did so.
Then Bernie slid down the zipper, pulled the flaps back, and slowly
