Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He used to be invisible, but now even the strangers sitting in the other booths took notice of his presence, regarding him with respect and a drop of suspicion. As if he were potentially dangerous.
And he liked that, no matter how humiliated he’d felt at the cafe.
Maybe one couldn’t have everything?
He wasn't yet certain if he’d call Gale, but knowing he had the note in his pocket was enough to ease some of the worries knotting his insides.
It would be fine. He was horny and ready to finally fuck a guy. What was the worst that could happen? One had to start somewhere, and his experience in giving and receiving blowjobs, while not extensive, proved that one learned best in practice.
He finished his food and was still nursing the coffee when his phone chimed, kick-starting his usual insecurities. He opened the message, worried he’d find it full of excuses from the Grindr guy, but his hook-up only wanted to let him know he awaited Caspian in room number fourteen at the Karma Motel.
Heat shot to Caspian’s face, but this was his sink-or-swim moment, and he wasn’t about to drop to the seabed before he emptied his balls.
He placed cash on the table, waved at Gale, and left the diner, facing the expanse of the vast parking lot filled with trucks. The afternoon sun colored the massive vehicles with gold, but it also shone straight into Caspian’s eyes, so he lowered his gaze to the asphalt and breathed in gasoline-scented air as he walked along a patch of dry grass separating the truck stop from the road.
The motel, a three-story monstrosity of concrete, was easy to spot from afar when the landscape was so flat, but he couldn’t have been more excited even if he were to enter a luxurious hotel in Paris. He was about to get laid. And for the first time it didn’t feel like being picked because there was no one else around.
Number fourteen was on the first floor, and he could enter it straight from the parking lot located between the arms of the horseshoe-shaped building. Regardless of how hot he now was, the anxiety over this being his first time to top remained a steady presence at the back of his mind. But he was determined to go through with his plans and knocked on the wooden door that had paint peeling off at the edges.
His hook-up opened right away, as if he were a dog waiting at the door for its master to return home. The guy was average-looking, like a semi-handsome accountant in his thirties, with short dark hair and a clean-shaven face. He was the kind of person whose features would have been impossible to describe accurately, but Caspian already knew that he’d never forget the first person he’d fuck. So what that he wasn’t Caspian’s type and wore a white T-shirt with gray checkered shorts? His ass would feel as good as that of the hot barista’s would have, were the kid not so stuck-up.
The stranger smiled and took a few steps back to make room for Caspian. “Wow. You weren’t joking about six-foot-five.”
Caspian’s balls tightened, and he gave the man a little push, entering the small room with only one window by the bathroom door. Curtains with a vintage-style flower pattern blocked most of the daylight, but enough of it seeped in to reveal a large bed and a collection of simple furniture. It was an ugly, forgettable space that surely cost very little money, but it would serve its purpose just fine.
The room smelled of cotton air freshener, as if someone had tried to mask the odor of old carpets or mold, but Caspian didn’t care. He wasn’t here to relax.
“Jordan, was it?”
The guy’s eyes widened, and his flush became a dark red. “Y-yeah.”
Yes, Jordan, you’re about to get the ride of your life. Caspian might not have the physical experience, but he knew what he wanted, and for once, his body wouldn’t stand in the way of his fantasies.
He might have never done this, but he’d researched what to do and watched tons of porn. It would be fine.
No. It would be amazing.
When Caspian stepped closer, thinking was no longer necessary. He caught the whiff of soap on the other man’s skin and took hold of his throat, leaning in to smell his warm neck. Jordan gasped, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed under Caspian’s massive palm made Caspian’s underwear feel tighter, just like it had when he’d held Gunner down that morning. So maybe it was fucked up that he found promises of violence a turn-on, but he refused to feel guilty about it after years of living as the underdog everyone overlooked.
Not anymore. Jordan’s breath trembled as he slid his hand across Caspian’s pecs, and his eyes clouded with admiration for the hunk he wanted to submit to. At very long last, Caspian was right where he was supposed to be, in the skin he deserved, following the needs he’d ignored for most of his life. This was his moment.