Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I knelt up on my knees on the bed, got a full-access grip on my dick and squeezed. I looked at the largest ad on the page and groaned out loud as my favorite part flipped past— a little blond baseball player on his knees, his tongue snaking out and tasting the strands of white coming at him from both sides. Str8 Turned Out, it said. I wondered what the two other guys looked like— the ones unloading on him. Were they muscular? I hoped they were athletes, too. I always imagined they were big, hot, muscular baseball players who just caught this little guy in the showers. But you could tell by looking at him, he was definitely up for it. He wanted their big cocks, needed to feel them in his mouth.
Yesss, I thought with a groan. He needs that so much.
I leaned down and clicked on the ad for the first time. Suddenly my laptop screen was full of vaguely suggestive images of men and a huge button urging me to pay to come inside. Thirty bucks a month, dammit! And there was absolutely no satisfaction on this page. I needed to see the full video of that baseball twink sucking two monster dicks, and I was going to have to find my credit card to do it. Why the hell hadn’t I done that ahead of time?
Because I’d never paid for internet porn before.
I rolled off the bed and went to grab my wallet off the bedside table, and that’s when I saw that I had a text message and missed calls on my cell phone. I swiped the surface of my phone and discovered that it was none other than Kage who had been burning up my phone.
Oh, the irony.
I quickly returned his call, all too painfully aware that I was doing so naked— and with a raging boner.
“Hello?” he slurred happily into the phone. “Jamie. What a nice surprise. I was just thinking about you.”
“Kage? Are you… Where are you? It sounds loud.”
“I’m at a party,” he said, his slurring making it all too clear that he’d had a few too many drinks. “In a hotel room. Been calling you. Need you.”
My heart jumped up into my throat.
“You need me?”
“Yeah, I can’t—” It sounded like he dropped the phone, and there was laughter. A woman’s laughter that instantly raised my hackles.
“Who is with you, Kage?” I don’t think I disguised my irritation in the least.
His laugh that came across the phone was deep and slow, and I felt it down to my toes. My still-hard dick twitched, and I stifled a groan.
“Focus, Kage.” I said through clenched teeth. “Why did you call me? What do you need?”
“Ohh, fffuck,” he slurred. “I called you?” He paused, as if in thought. “I think I wanted you to come get me.”
“I’ll be right there.” With fucking bells on, baby. “Where are you? Which hotel?”
“Ummm… where are we?” he asked his female companion. She mumbled something I couldn’t hear. “We’re at the Alcazar, Jamie. Suite three-fourteen.”
“You’re here? I don’t understand.” He didn’t say anything, so I told him, “I’ll be right there. Let me get some clothes on.”
“Are you naked?” he asked, his voice sounding high-pitched and playful. I couldn’t help smiling.
“Uh, yeah. I just got out of the shower.”
I tucked the phone between my shoulder and my ear, hopping from foot to foot as I pulled on my boxer briefs and a pair of shorts. Then I put on the first clean t-shirt I could get my hands on. I slid my feet into my sneakers without socks, stuffed my key card into my pocket, and hurried from the room. The elevator seemed to take forever as I listened to the irritating sounds of partying over the phone line. Laughter and music, the shuffling of Kage’s phone as he moved, and that annoying woman’s voice.
What the hell was he doing, anyway? How would he be when I found him? The thought of him being in a compromising position of some sort set my teeth on edge. I couldn’t get to room three-fourteen fast enough.
“I’m here,” I told Kage over the phone as I banged my fist on the door of the suite. “I’m knocking on the door right now. Let me in.”
“Thass my boy,” I heard him tell someone. “Open the door. No, it’s not the cops.”
When the door swung open, I was assaulted by the mingled scents of alcohol and weed. There was some cigarette smoke mixed in there, too, and I was hoping like hell Kage hadn’t been smoking cigarettes. He’d probably never forgive himself for that.
“Jamie,” he called from across the room. “I’m over here.”
What I saw made me boiling mad. Most of the party guests were packed on the floor around the coffee table in various states of undress, and Kage was right in there with them.