He felt the soft hair tickling his own chest as he was drawn closer in toward the man.  Peter's hand continued to slowly slip up and down Marcus' shaft, awkwardly, but he continued nonetheless.  The man's scent was stronger here, and he took a deep inhale of it which made him shiver.  His words only seemed to draw him in more, sending a shiver down his spine, and then, Peter leaned in and let his forehead rest against the man's shoulder.  He was eager, yet scared and unsure still.<br/><br/>Peter didn't say much.  He didn't feel that much could be said, at least on his part.  Marcus was directing him like a teacher, and unaware that the man was watching him so intently, the boy licked his full lips.  He began to wonder what the man's cock would taste like.  Peter knew that's what the man was looking for, but he was too shy and hesitant to push the issue.  It would eventually happen.  The young man knew it would inevitably though.  He was content for the time being to just explore the man, however.<br/><br/>He lifted his head from the man's shoulder to look up into his eyes.  Peter still said nothing, only looking with their faces so close.  The man's breath was felt on his skin, the faint hint of cigar smoke wafting out.  It was not unpleasant at all, and in fact, it added a certain masculinity to him.  Peter bit his lip as he stared into the dark eyes and the stubbled face.  He noted the grey in Marcus' hair which seemed to accentuate his age, experience, and power.  Peter's hand never stopped though.  He slowly stroked the shaft until he felt something warm and wet on his palm.  He looked down to see the head of Marcus' shaft drooling, Peter's eyes widening as he realized what it was.<br/><br/>His hand pulled away for a moment, his eyes seeking the man's own again as if to ask 'what now?'  Should he continue with the stroking...or...he wasn't sure.  It was new and thrilling, but he was scared of doing something wrong.  However, in doing so, his actions were awkward and imprecise.