Keegan was wearing a tight white top, as well as some loose joggers and a new pair of trainers, whilst holding onto a bag in-front of him. He knocked on the Kazemi's door, where Shakil answered dressed in nothing but a dressing gown.
"Hey mate, come in" Shakil said to Keegan as they walked into the living room. "I need your help!" Keegan exclaimed.
Keegan sighed, his eyes opening as he dropped his bag to the floor. Seeing the bag start to fall, Shakil's eyes travelled downward to the movement in the bottom of her vision. It took him a minute to realise it, but he finally did. He let out a gasp.
"I don't know what to do," Keegan groaned. "It hurts and it won't just go the hell away!" He sounded frustrated and broken down. How was he so mad over such a thing?" Shakil was hesitant but responded "And what did you want me to do?".
"I'm not sure, I've tried everything.. I've even tried to get rid of it myself." Keegan stated, which began to turn Shakil on at the thought of him jacking off.
"If I put on some porn, maybe you could jack off to that?" He suggested as he rummaged through his DVD collection. "That might work, but... I, umm... I'm gay." That was the hardest think Keegan has ever had to admit.
He shrugged his shoulders and angled himself so he could face Keegan more, him mimicking his actions. "I could…help you. I don't know, like take off my dressing gown or something."
He was complacent for a moment. "Thanks, Shakil, but I'm not twelve anymore. The sight of a guy in his boxers doesn't really phase me anymore."
Shakil looked up at him "What if I'm not wearing boxers... Just give it a try, it's not as if it can get any worse." Keegan agreed.