“No rush.”
I arrived at the bar twelve minutes later, grateful I had planned my outfits for the week already. My hair had seen better days, but all in all I felt decently put together.
“You’ve got toothpaste in the corner of your mouth right there,” Tristan said.
“Thanks,” I said, rubbing it away.
“You mind taking the roof?”
“That’s fine,” I said, not sticking around for whatever ribbing Tristan had in mind.
The Watering Hole’s rooftop lounge had become a town favorite for bachelorette parties, family get-togethers, and all-around hangouts. I stepped in next to Joel, and we got into a rhythm together. He’d done a great job of not getting too backed up, but things became more manageable once I was there.
Two hours later, we were finally able to step back and take a rest.
“So,” Joel started, and I knew what was coming. “You ready to admit we were right?”
My cock twitched. It was still sore, either from the stroker or from the quick jerk session I’d needed before getting dressed and rushing to the bar. My brain had pulled up a vision of Walker blushing at a few words of praise, and I’d known I couldn’t go out in public before taking care of myself.
Walker, baby, your blush just does things to me.
Walk, you take me so well.
Jesus, sweetheart. That thick cock of yours is gonna split me in two.
Yeah, that last one… In school, I’d seen all of my teammates in various states of undress, and I remembered that he was thick and cut.
Baby, let me slide this foreskin over just… like… ah. That.
God, he would pass out and die if I ever did that to him. Hell, I bet if I plugged him and docked him at the same time, he’d fall to one knee faster than Joel did for Tristan.
Joel crossed his arms, trying to look stern as hetsked at me. His twitching lips ruined the effect, and I sent him the bird for his efforts.
Thankfully, we got slammed again, and I managed to avoid his busybody questions for the rest of the shift. I wasn’t going to be able to avoid him for long, though.
Hell, I wasn’t going to be able to avoid myself.
I’d had plenty of sexual experiences, been turned on by lots of guys, but never, not even once, had my brain been so fully taken over by one man.
I dared not query what the fuck that meant.
CHAPTER9
walker
After finishing up in the kitchen and helping Beckett with another light bulb change, I made my way home, unable to shake the memories of my conversation with Leo. By the time I made it into my apartment, I was hard—of all things—and cursing Leo in my mind.
How could I be into Ozzie when I masturbated to straight porn? Deciding I needed to prove a point, I got out my secondhand laptop, pulled up my favorite porn site, and found my go-to video: two guys spit-roasting a girl. Incredibly hot and very, very hetero.
I preferred women who were a little tomboyish, and this woman, with her tiny, pierced tits and short hair, fit the bill. I started the video and, as usual, I was immediately drawn to the way her mouth stretched around the first guy’s massive cock. You could practically see it moving in her throat. I was also turned on by the way the second guy spread her ass cheeks, hungry to dive in.
As they got started, I remembered this one had anal, but anal sex wasn’t gay. Straight people had anal sex all the time. I’d had one girlfriend who’d wanted it almost exclusively.
See? Nothing gay about this setup, and I was content to let it roll on, my cock swelling as the scene progressed.
I mean, fuck. The way the guy looked, fucking her mouth like that while the other one stroked in and out of her ass… heaven. I got a few pumps of lotion from my bedside table and started running my fist up and down my cock, getting into the sounds they were making.
Who wouldn’t be turned on by two really sexy guys going at a sexy woman? After several minutes of hammering her from both ends, the men pulled out and stroked off onto her. Seeing their cum drip from her lips and slide over the curve of her ass was deeply satisfying. The video continued from there, but I’d seen enough to verify my straightness.
