Again.
We were so different, every time we were apart, I wondered how we could ever be together. But when he stood next to me, it all somehow worked. We clicked on some weird level that defied interests, gender norms, and societal expectations.
Initially, I thought it would be a friends-with-benefits kind of sitch for both of us, but I was now wondering if Trent wasn’t in my heart to stay. Not just as a friend, but as everything I ever wanted in a partner.
But then I think of him going back home and telling his family about me. His friends.
Crippling fear gripped me, and I grabbed his hand.
“Are you okay?” Trent yelled over the music.
“Great.” I showed him a thumbs up like an idiot.
Fuck. He’d have to leave me sooner or later. If not in the next year, then three. Did I want to have him until he left and live with the constant fear and expectation that he’d break up with me? Or should I let him go gently now and remain friends?
Probably the latter. But it would be hard as fuck to do. I would enjoy this time with him a bit more. We were having too much fun. Besides, I promised to show him more in the bedroom and I was a man of my word.
Shoving doom and gloom aside, I jumped up and down to my favorite songs, belted out lyrics and sweated like a pig, while holding Trent’s hand.
Chapter Fourteen
Charlie
“I’ll be right back,” Trent yelled over the music.
“Where are you going?”
“To get rid of the beer.” He patted his belly.
“I’ll go with you.”
We wobbled through the theater to the empty bathroom in the corridor.
After years of practice, I could use my STP packer at urinals without drawing attention, but this time, I had an interested viewer.
“It’s like the one you’ve seen me using earlier but with a hole inside to pee,” I explained to Trent who was peeking over the tiny wall partition, his cheeks pink from exertion.
“Are you wearing a harness?”
“Yup.” I joined him at the sink to wash my hands.
“Fuck. That made me hard. I’m sor—”
I put my finger against his lips. “I love your libido. And I’m ready to satisfy it.”
“Really?” His eyes sparkled with interest. “But we’ll miss the concert.”
“Only a few songs.” I shrugged and led him to a stall.
Trent’s grin was one of a horny boi getting what he wanted. And fuck if that didn’t make me smile in return.
“Tell me what to do.”
I flicked his nipple through the t-shirt. “Ass out. Brace yourself on the stall wall. I need access to you from the side so I can see your face but reach your hole.”
With a needy whimper, Trent followed the instructions to the T. He was such a natural submissive, I could play with him any time of day or night and never get bored. His cock was dripping pre-cum, so I gathered a drop on my finger and licked it. An idea popped into my head and I shelved it for another occasion.
“Remember the strawberry lube?” I fished out my wallet and pulled out a packet shaped like a credit card. Breaking it in half, I squeezed the clear substance out, releasing a sweet, artificial scent into the air.
