Nate snickered at Lea's barbed comment, soda bubbling around his lips as he had been in the middle of drinking it as she spoke. He avoided spilling any on himself, bemused that he'd gotten under her skin just by saying hello and asking if they were going to do what they'd all apparently come here to do. He gave it a 50/50 that Emily was bisexual. After all, Lea clearly wasn't, and she wouldn't have been so mad if Emily wasn't either. He let the comment go, not wanting to escalate things into an actual argument. Joking around was one thing, but being rude on purpose wasn't in his playbook.<br/><br/>Luckily, Matty cut in anyways and he didn't need to say anything either way. He raised an eyebrow at her 'ALMOST' though, what else could there be? Everyone was clean, they had a room and a group. What else was there to do? Her next statement came as a bit of surprise to say the least. Where a moment earlier he was able to let Lea's comment go, something about Matty's question regarding their 'self-love' experience and her clear challenge in offering for him to go first lit a fire in his breast. Like he wouldn't do it? She was in for a rude surprise if she thought she could put him under heel that easily.<br/><br/>The second her tongue left her mouth, sliding eagerly across her lips, his hand outstretched to take the cup from her. "I'd be happy to, I'm pretty good with my hands according to some people" he joked with pointed meaning, twisting Lea's words as he held a hand up and wiggled his fingers with exaggerated dexterity. He took a glance across the room, in an instant deciding to sit instead of stand as he strode back to the couch he'd been on previously. He turned to face the group, thumbs hooking in the belt loops of his jeans as though to drag them down in one quick motion. But for a brief moment, a barely noticeable instant, he hesitated. Was he seriously going to do this? He was actually about to jerk himself off in front of a bunch of strangers? In front of another guy even?<br/><br/><i>'Well I can't NOT do it can I?' </i>was the last thought he had in that instant's hesitation before he slowly, almost showily, slid his jeans down his legs. It took his underwear with it, the waistband of the denim sliding down his cock inch by inch until his pants were pooled around his knees, and his cock swung free in plain sight. He had no self-consciousness about his manhood; he was a lot bigger than average in both length and girth, and knew it. His pubic mane was cut to short stubble, buzzed off evenly with an electric trimmer. "Shame on me, forgot to bring my lube" he quipped as he sat on the couch, though his voice had a tinge of nerves as his cock stuck straight up in the air.<br/><br/>He went about it as he normally did, right hand gripping around the head where he could rub the sweet spot tightly, left hand groping and tugging his balls in tandem. The<i>paf paf paf</i>of his hand jerking his cock was impossible to miss as his hand stroked up and down, his focus falling only to himself, he couldn't manage eye contact with anyone else...