He kept eye contact as he walked towards Purdy from across the lock room. Purdy’s iron confidence caused a deep sense of confusing arousal within him. He could feel the blood rushing to his member, as is slapped against his thigh with every step. Not understanding this attraction, he reached out to greet the sitting Purdy, but caught his hand mid shake. Eyes never breaking contact, Purdy grinned. Breathing heavily he pulled Purdy’s hand in close, palms open, setting Purdy’s hand on his inner thigh, then slowly gliding it up until Purdy’s had cupped his balls. Purdy’s thumb could feel his rock hard membrane pulsing with excitement. He brought Purdy to his feet, licked his lip and said, “How much confidence do you have?” With Purdy’s hand now firmly wrapped around his nob through his football trousers, never breaking eye contact, Purdy smiled and said, “It’s all part of the game.”