“I think I can manage,” I told him.
He approached me and, to my surprise, backed me against the wall. I could smell the alcohol on him.
“You look good enough to eat right now,” he whispered, slipping his hand down to feel my cock through my cargo shorts.
“I think maybe you’ve had a little too much to drink,” I said.
“I think maybe you’re right,” he said with a laugh.
He smiled and ruffled my hair before backing off. As I watched him leave the basement, I couldn’t believe he’d actually hit on me right under my mother’s nose. I also couldn’t believe how turned on I was by it.