No Man's Land

"Come on Ash! Just take them off, it's not like I haven't seen any of it before," I insisted.

He stood there stiffly deciding on what to do. He shifted his stance and I saw him wince slightly. I smirked to myself knowing that he'd have to give in soon.

From where I was sitting, I heard him mutter lowly while wiping a hand down his face, "Lord just take me now."

I grinned, enjoying his embarrassment. A few more minutes passed before I started getting impatient.

"Hurry it up, bud! I'm getting crows feet over here," I said exasperated, tired of waiting.

I saw a faint blush rise to his cheek and I realized he had made his decision.

He turned his back to me and I heard the sound of his zipper lowering. He then reached for the hem of his jeans and began to pull them down. After getting them over his knees and around his ankles, he carefully grabbed the waistband of his briefs and cautiously slid them down over his ass. All the while, I'm trying to hold in my hysterics. Although, he's got a pretty nice butt if I had to say so myself.

He turned to face me with his hands covering his junk.

"Let's just get this over with," he groaned as he reluctantly walked toward me, not once making eye contact.