Many times he did not close the door to the bathroom when he showered. The showers in our apartment were stand-alone showers with clear glass shower d...ors. He would get out of the shower and towel himself off all the while talking with me about whatever. He obviously didn't care about being naked in front of me. I know that we all showered together in the community showers in the locker room in the gym back in high school, but this was a bit different. Back then it was no big deal. We were. I loved to suck guys off when younger almost as much as to eat pussy and I was rather impressed by the size and thickness of Martins trouser snake which had to be a good ten inches in length and half as thick in uncircumsised glory. He finished pissing and returned his lovely cock to his underpants, but now I felt funny as my own sizeable prick hardened in my pants. “Couldn,t help but notice how hung you are, Martin! Bet you don,t have much trouble with the ladies!” I surprised myself by. I had to see it all the way.“So rearranging the deal now huh? Well I cant do that without a little help.” He stared at me and smiled.“Sorry asshole Im not touching you. I just want you to leave.” I didn’t really. I couldn’t stop staring.He moved to my side of the bed and stood within a foot of me. I still didn’t notice that my tits were explosed. “You don’t have to touch me.”He reached down and took his dick in his hand. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch it. He started moving his. This activity caused the sleep cobwebs to slowly leave my brain. Unfortunately, the state of full consciousness was worse than the nightmare.I looked at the kitchen clock, four AM, five hours from my meeting with Vito Caprese, the Miami Godfather. I knew the meeting would change my life forever; I just didn’t know the full extent of how much. I was at the very end of my rope financially. The house had a second mortgage that my wife Peggy didn’t know about. My car, and her car, had loan payoffs.