His throat contracted with the heavy swallow he took while the towel was pulled free.  It felt odd to no longer have the comfort of hiding himself.  He stood naked before the man, his cock erect and pulsing softly with his heartbeat.  Peter heard the question, but before he could answer, the man touched him again.  That warm hand rested on his hip, tracing nonsensical patterns on his soft skin while Marcus waited for him to answer.<br/><br/>"Peter...my name is Peter.  What's yours?"  He asked softly, his hand venturing to rest on the dark haired arm which led to the hand gently rubbing his hip.  The boy held the arm gently, and he noticed, now that Marcus was closer, the heat radiating from him.  He could also smell the faint hint of cigar smoke mixed with a masculine scent wafting from him.<br/><br/>Peter's blue eyes darted from the man's own dark set to the thick shaft below then to the hand rubbing his hip and back again.  It was hard to focus on just one thing.  He didn't feel he could stare the man in the face as he felt somehow smaller just by doing so.  If he stared at the man's dick, it would surely be taken for a sign of interest which at this point was moot given that he was alone with the man now.  Nevertheless, he still did it.  The only safe place to look was at his dark haired chest or to either side which didn't last for long.