Chapter 20

“No, no! Remember, I want to watch you after I’m in bed,” Arnold said with a pout and a frown.

“Oh yeah, sorry.”

Ted stood and watched as Arnold continued to disrobe, revealing a thinnish, pear shaped body with a sparse covering of body hair. The man’s cock was fully erect, but seemed to be no larger than Ted’s index finger with a dearth of pubic hair and tiny balls. It was almost as if Arnold was a pre-pubescent youth, rather than a fully grown man.

God! Ted thought. Am I going to be able to do anything for him? He wished he had remembered to take a Viagra. But the bag containing his survival kit was across the room on the counter by the television. How long does that stuff take to work anyway? Ted started to panic.

By now Arnold had crawled onto the bed and sat, propped up by pillows, his legs spread. He was fondling his small appendage. “Okay, you can start now.”

“Start?” Ted fumbled.

Arnold giggled. “You know, like I asked you at the restaurant, start your striptease.”