Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Gourmand: one who is heartily interested in good food and drink.
I knew I liked this guy. You sound fun, I admit. If two dicks in a porno doesn’t turn you off, that bodes well for you. But there’s a difference between seeing it and doing it.
LobsterShorts: True.
SinnerThree: Can I ask you something? Have you ever been with a guy before?
LobsterShorts: No. Why?
SinnerThree: Just wondering if you’d been tempted before.
LobsterShorts: I’ve been with my girl a long time, so it isn’t something I think about.
Alone in my room, I shake my head. This is why I don’t do relationships. When I have an itch, it needs to be scratched.
LobsterShorts: When my gf said “let’s have a threesome with a dude”, I almost swallowed my tongue. But I’m kind of a daredevil. I like skydiving. I once ate an entire packet of crickets on a dare.
SinnerThree: Gross. I can promise that getting naked with me will be more fun than that.
LobsterShorts: Good to know. Although the crickets were seasoned with chili and lime, and had a nice crunch.
I let out a bark of laughter. OMFG.
LobsterShorts: :) Just letting you know that I don’t scare easily.
SinnerThree: Good. But you still have to specify what you want to get out of this encounter. And how far you’re willing to take it. Do some thinking, okay? Like I said—threesomes are fun, but only when the ground rules are clear. No disappointments, no regrets.
LobsterShorts: Roger.
How’d you guess my name? I joke.
Now I get an eyeroll emoji.
SinnerThree: I gotta sign off now. There’s a paper to write so I can work all weekend.
LobsterShorts: What do you do?
Right. Like I’d ever tell him.
SinnerThree: All I’ll say is, you’d laugh your ass off if you knew. And wait—I have a homework assignment for you.
LobsterShorts: Like I need more homework.
I wonder where he is right now. Library? Study session? It’s kind of hot to think that he might be in public, discussing something so dirty.
SinnerThree: No, this is the fun kind of homework. I want you to imagine that I’m going to give you a blowjob. You let me unzip you. Then I reach inside your...briefs?
There’s a short delay.
Boxers, he finally replies.
SinnerThree: Should I keep going?
Another delay.
LobsterShorts: Keep going.
SinnerThree: I reach inside your boxers, and you’re already hard for me.
I stop typing and set my phone down on the bed. I wait.
And????? He types a minute later. I’m waiting here with my dick out. Well, metaphorically, he hastily adds.
I laugh so loudly it echoes against the walls of my tiny room. That’s all I’m saying. Your homework is to fill in the rest of this scenario. Report back tomorrow.
LobsterShorts: What? You cliffhangered me?
SinnerThree: Night, Lobsterman.
I close the app. Leaving people hanging is kind of my specialty, anyway.
And I really do have to write that paper.
Oiled Up Co-workers
Luke
I spend most of Friday holed up in my room, racing to finish my Econ paper. Weekends are in no way conducive to homework. My shifts start at nine p.m., and although the club has a one a.m. last call, I sometimes work a late bartending shift at the club next door, which closes later. I often don’t get home till after five, depending on how long it takes to shower, change, and cash out.
Still, I’d rather spend the day sleeping so I can be well-rested for tonight. Or maybe sexting with LobsterShorts. Logging out of the app last night was painfully hard. So was the state of my dick. You have no idea how hot it is helping a guy explore his sexuality.
See, Lobster’s girlfriend won’t be getting anything shockingly new from the encounter. Instead of one dick, she’ll get two. But for LobsterShorts—he’s never had a dick in his mouth before. Or put his mouth and hands on another guy.
Goddammit. I might have to jerk off now. Studying with a hard-on is going to be impossible.
I’m just sliding my hand underneath the waistband of my sweatpants when my phone vibrates.
When I see the caller display, my dick breaks the world record for Fastest Erectile Deflation. And my teeth clench of their own volition.
I don’t want to answer, but I also know my mother—she’ll keep calling until I pick up. When it comes to her sons, her dedication is unparalleled. Oh, wait, did I say sons, plural? Silly me. There’s only one male offspring Marlene Bailey gives a shit about, and it sure ain’t me.
“Hey.” I sound curt, but I can’t help it. “What’s up?”
“Hi, baby. It’s Mom.”
“I know who it is.” Frowning, I sit up and rest my head against the wall. “What’s up?” I repeat.
“I just…” Her tone takes on a desperate note. “You’re still mad at me. Oh, Luke. It’s been a year—you can’t hate me forever!”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Then please don’t be mad. What choice did I have?”
“I’m not mad,” I lie. “What do you need, Ma? I’m a bit busy at the moment.”