You’re getting really turned on by Jack, who in turn is barely noticing you’re there. The sheer masculinity of the man in front of you is astounding. Some part of you wishes that you could be that way, but you find yourself primarily wishing that you could be around him all the time. A lightbulb goes off in your head as you realize what Jack said about this house being haunted.
You chuckle. There’s no way it’s real, but Jack is completely out of it, and you’re pretty buzzed too. You could get away with fooling around with him, and he’d barely notice. You decide to make your move, starting to strip your clothing off too. Jack registers you with a grunt. It’s no big deal for him, you’re just doing the same thing he’s doing. Two guys, chilling in the nude.
It isn’t long before you’re totally naked, having put your clothing in a pile off to the side. You look at your clothing pile and Jack’s. Even the differences there point to how manly Jack’s clothing is. You look up at him and see him entirely fixated on the sports game. Good. You quickly snatch his socks from the pile and grab them, taking a deep whiff.
The masculine odor assaults your nostrils, filling them with musky ripe scent. Your cock instantly starts to stiffen as you keep huffing his nasty socks. You probably could blow your load right here in front of him if you wanted, but you decide to exercise self control, putting the socks down in your pile of clothing.