He tried not to pay too much attention to the man standing so close now.  The mere distance between them had closed so much that it was almost...intimate.  Peter looked out toward the rippling water of the clear blue pool which shimmered in the sunlight.  The boy ignored the small statement from the man who attended to his cigar and drink, but the raven haired young man couldn't help but let his eyes take in the impressive piece of equipment that came into view when the towel was removed.  It was long and thick, just a touch more than his own in both aspects.  He eyed it for a moment before his eyes moved skyward to meet the man's eyes.<br/><br/>The man took a seat in the chair next to him, making the discomfort grow, but Peter wasn't going to run away just because some guy was flaunting and flirting.  He didn't want to seem like a total prude, and he was never one to be outdone.  Peter took hold of the edge of his towel, pulling it free to bare himself to the man and everyone else in the room.  His cock was still soft, nestled atop two perfectly formed balls in their tanned sack.  His dark patch of pubes was small and trimmed just above.<br/><br/>He leaned back in the chair, his dark eyes meeting the powerful gaze of the man.  They strayed for a moment, looking at the hair on the man's chest.  There was an urge deep in him to feel it, but he shook loose from it for the moment to meet the man's gaze again.<br/><br/>"I guess..."  He said, his eyes straying again to the hardening cock at the man's spread legs.  "...a guy is a guy, right?"  Peter tried to play it off, being nonchalant.  His throat flexed as he swallowed, a true sign of being nervous on his part.