Ari shrugs. "Call it experimentation. Everybody else did it in college, you're just catching up."

"With some naked dude I met in the middle of the street."

(A girl across the road from them is walking very fast, blushing beet red.)

"Who better? You don't have to worry about ruining our friendship. And I'm hot."

He rolls his eyes but can't help looking down between Ari's legs again. Before even more resolutely dragging his eyes back up to Ari's face. "I'm straight," he repeats more weakly. "And you're gonna get arrested sometime, walking around naked with a boner like that."

"Wanna bet?"

It's ambiguous which of those statements he's responding to.

His cock bobs tantalizingly when Spencer's gaze drops. "You can touch it if you want," he confides. "Not even as part of this whole conversation we're having; if you wanna touch it and run, I'm not gonna stop you. The option's open."

"I'm gonna get arrested," he says nervously, but now he's given himself implicit permission to stare he's having a hard time not staring.

...it helps that there are lots of things to stare at, there, not just cock.

"There's no law against talking to a nudist," Ari scoffs. "I'm not committing a felony, you can't abet me."

He smiles a little bit wider. Yes, he's very much aware of how much there is to stare at on his body. He's made something of a pastime of it, on occasion.

He starts chewing on his lower lip and then suddenly realizes they're in the middle of the street and looks around in a panic. There's a couple a bit farther on giggling but it's not clear if it's at them. "Can we not talk about this here—" he says in an agonized tone.

"Sure! I live across the street, as you might have guessed. Or if you'd rather not, there's this really convenient blind alley right over there."

He points. There is, in fact, a very convenient alley, difficult to look into properly from any convenient angle but shockingly clean from what can be made out. It looks simultaneously disreputable and oddly inviting.

"Alley."

Ari leads the way. More precisely, Ari's cock leads the way, with Ari following behind, and Spencer presumably behind him.

On the inside, the alley is exactly as clean as it looked. (The convenient architecture blocking the entrance from casual view is regrettably too convenient for this margin to contain.) Ari turns back around and leans against the wall, hips jutting forward conspicuously.

Spencer follows, yeah, looking around nervously, but no one seems to be looking. He disappears into the alley after Ari, then stares some more at Ari's cock. "I'm straight," he whimpers, more to try to convince himself than anything.

Slowly, gently enough that Spencer could pull away if he wanted, Ari takes Spencer's hand and guides it to wrap around his shaft.

Spencer closes his eyes when he touches Ari's cock but does wrap his hand around it, and starts... moving. Slowly. Uncertainly.

Ari lets out a low moan. Experienced or no, it's nice to feel someone else's skin on his.

He reaches out and lays one hand on Spencer's crotch, fingering the zipper inquisitively. 

Spencer freezes when that happens, but then opens his eyes and nods minutely before resuming his movements.

Ari unzips him and pulls out his erection, stroking fluently. He evaluates the cock in his hands - its length, its girth, its texture - and decides that it is Good.

"Nice cock," he whispers.

It is in fact a nice cock! Nicer than one would randomly expect from someone picked up off the street, above average in length, cut and fairly aesthetically pleasing. Maybe the Erogame is throwing Ari a bone?

Spencer shudders when he's touched and squeezes Ari's cock, licking his lips and swallowing. He still looks visibly nervous but that doesn't stop his erection from twitching in Ari's hand.

Implausibly convincing some rando off the street to trade handjobs has increased your ERO by 1!

Ari considers taking this further. But... no, this is good. If he's going to take that LST quest - and he's going to - he might as well get handjobs out of the way as a stimulus, and he doesn't want to scare the poor guy off by suggesting fluid exchange. So instead he pushes into Spencer's uncertain hand, while twisting his own along Spencer's tip in a way that he's pretty sure will push him over the edge.

"Oh fuck," Spencer says, and his dick tenses... but not quite over the edge yet. He's close, though. "Can—can I—use my m-mouth," he asks, shivering a bit.

"Yeah," Ari breathes. "Yeah, go ahead, that's fine."

He gets down on his knees, trembling, and stares at Ari's cock, as if he doesn't know what to do now.

Ari lifts his hips up. 

"Just lick it," he suggests. "Like a lollipop."

He does, just the tip, then stops and looks up at Ari's face. "Don't come on me. Or in me."

"I'll let you know," Ari promises.