"Oh hey! Somebody in here already huh?" The guy says stumbling in. You can see the wine bottle in his hand and hear it sloshing, it appears to be half empty.
"Yeah uh..." you try to move your hands to cover up the aroused rubber hand growing from your crotch. Doing so just rubs it and pushes it against you, it feels fantastic.
"Wow looks like I interrupted something huh, just couldn't wait to get home. No worries mate. I'll just be going." He turns around and tries the door only to find that as it shut silently behind him, it also appears to have locked you both in. He kicks it once for good measure before turning back around to you.
"It's uh... locked er something." he grins and his eyes go slightly out of focus for a moment before they wander down to your crotch, where they stay.
"I'll just get dressed then I guess. Uh... look you wouldn't mind turning around would you?" you ask him trying to not to sound too prudish but still worried he may freak out if he sees your new appendage.
"Yeah man. Here lemme help you." He walks forward and stumbles in to you nearly falling on top of you. You brace his shoulders to hold him upright, and realize too late that in so doing you have exposed yourself.
"Is that a rubber glove?" He says, looking down for a while in his drunken stupor, slurring his speech ever so slightly.
"Uh... yeah. It's actually... it's kinda part of me now. I dunno." you say trying to sound matter of fact about it but failing. Before you can stop him he reaches down and grabs a finger.
Reacting lightning fast, with the same speed that the feeling of pleasure washes through you, the glove grabs his hand back again. You can feel it playing with his warm fleshy fingers, like it has a life of it's own.
"Dude. That's fucked up." says the new guy, as your hand cock continues to tickle his right hand. You of course are unable to respond, it feels so good that even speaking would just come out in a series of grunts anyway.