Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Once we’re done with this, I’ve got spaghetti with meatballs, fresh parmesan, and garlic bread.”
“If you tell me there’s dessert, I’m gonna have to marry you.” I regret the words as soon as they escape my dumb mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t… That’s a weird joke.”
“I’m starting to get that that’s kind of your thing,” he says as he finally settles in the seat on the other side of the table. “I’ll try to keep from picking out rings prematurely.”
This is another thing I like about being around this guy. Makes me feel like my brand of weird is a nonissue.
“But yes,” he goes on, “of course there’s dessert.”
Yes. Of fucking course there would be.
I start on the salad, struggling to recall the last time I had a meal with courses in it.
“So…I’m an asshole for assuming you’re straight. Cis white gay male privilege, I suppose.”
“If you’d asked me a few weeks ago, that’s what I would have told you.” He digs his fork into his bowl and takes a bite of salad.
I enjoy a bite too, realizing quickly there’s no way this guy got this dressing from a bottle.
After a few bites, I notice he’s smirking and watching me again. It reminds me of the way he looked at me after I lapped his cum off his abs.
“What? Do I have dressing on my face?”
“No. I was just thinking how you’re all awkward regularly, and then we get to messing around, and suddenly you’re all bossy and telling me I have to beg for it.”
“Oh…that. Yeah. I get caught up in the moment.”
“I can tell. I like it.”
Is it just me, or did his eyes sparkle under the room light? That had to have been in my head.
“That is a very big dick, though. I was anxious enough about fingers, and then I see that… It makes a guy nervous.”
“I don’t think nervous is what any of the guys I’ve been with would say.”
He chuckles, but I can see that same curiosity in his expression, like he had before I was standing by his desk, stunned by the image of the sex toy in his trash bin.
“But enough about my cock. I want to hear about your hole,” I say before taking a bite.
“It’s very happy,” he reports. “I’m pleased to say I didn’t have any reason to be worried about trying to get something in there, and also, when you touched my prostate, I was like, oh my fucking God, I can’t believe I never tried this before. Reminds me of the first time I ever jerked off, like, how hot my face got and the way it activated every nerve in my body.”
“That would be why people are into it.”
“Definitely not gonna have a problem trying that toy out now.”
Or you could try my fucking dick next.
No, I’m not saying that. Just be cool…so the total opposite of everything you know.
“I’m glad you let me play with it first. Think you need to know the difference between a toy and the human touch.”
“Clearly, you know what you’re doing. I assume you’ve messed around with a lot of guys.”
“I guess that’s subjective. But there were some periods of time before I was on meds where I’d have manic episodes and didn’t know what was happening, and my sex drive felt out of my control. I had this compulsion, and I’d get on apps. Don’t really regret any of it, but just felt like I was on autopilot, doing what my body needed me to do. So I put in my hours, if you know what I mean.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you share something that personal.”
“I wouldn’t have shared it if I didn’t want to.” I like sharing things with him.
He takes another bite of salad, then asks, “Have you been with girls?”
“No. Never. I pretty much knew when I was younger that I liked guys. But I’m guessing that’s not true for you.”
“First crush I had in school was a girl, and it was like, painful. Didn’t know what to do with my feelings, they were so intense. Really, it’s a very new thing for me.”
Why do I love that as much as hearing that I got to be the first to play with his virgin hole?
“So I’m basically responsible for making you bi-curious?”
That catches his attention. “You like knowing that?”
“Yeah. Strokes my ego,” I say before taking another bite.
“Well, maybe when my parents come home, we can try something like that again, but at your place because we won’t be able to get away with that here.”
I’m staring at him again, and he notices. “That’d be nice,” I say. “I have plenty of other things I’d be happy to show your hole.”
He’s practically glowing as he chews some of his salad, and given we came not ten minutes ago, I’m shocked at how hard I am again.