Bingo, I got him!
“All right, fine. I’ll do it. But why on everything that’s holy did you think up this party game in the first place? You’re the prudiest dude I’ve ever met. What were you thinking?”
“You know exactly why. What do I hear every single time you have a hookup?”
I pitched my voice up high to sound like him, “‘Josiah, it happened again. The guy thought I was this cute little twink. He wanted me to ride him for days, then he got a look at what I’m packing and wanted me to fuck him raw. Why does this keep happening?’”
He was tense again, but he was also starting to laugh a little.
“Yeah, freaking size queens. They’ll be my death. Grinding on me at the club, telling me how they're going to ruin my perfect little hole, then they turn into needy bottoms begging to be wrecked. You'd think it was a magic dick the way it turns tops into whiney bottoms with just one look.”
I knew he was being a bit dramatic, and he wouldn't be Presley if he weren't, but he also had a point. He had a gorgeous cock. Even I thought so. But the thought of all that scared me a little, to be honest.
“You and your magic cock. I'll start calling you Podrick.”
He looked at me with head tilt, then he got the Game of Thrones reference and smirked.
“Careful, Josy, your geek is showing.”
I gave him a side hug.
“Right, but that's part of my charm.”
Looking skeptical, he patted my arm condescending and said, “If you say so, honey.”
“Asshole.”
“That's magic dick to you, although I've had compliments on my asshole, too.”
He gave me a grin that was all teeth, so I play shoved him away, then went on to explain the game.
“So, anyway, I had this idea that just by looking at you all petite and cute, no one would be able to guess your size easily. Then during the big reveal, it’ll be awesome.”
He looked mortified, which I knew was a complete lie. He would whip it out in the middle of Disney World if he thought he could get away with it. He was clutching his imaginary pearls when he whispered, “You mean, I have to pull my big willy out in the middle of a bachelor party?”
He seemed to think about it for a minute, then smiled his devious smile and let the act go.
“That could actually be fun. Maybe I’ll get a few numbers while I’m here. So, not a total loss of a New Year’s Eve.”
I just shook my head and then tensed when I heard the front door to the venue open and several male voices coming down the hall.
“Okay, Pres, here’s your sign, just go over there by the table with the empty punch bowl and the slips of paper. Tell them they need to add their name and their guess to the bowl.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“It’s not rocket science, Josy. I think I can handle it.”
Presley sauntered over to the table, struck a pose with a hand on his hip, and placed the once offensive sign around his neck. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity, so I took out my phone and snuck a quick pic before going to the front door to greet the guests.
This was gold. I had a picture of Presley Cole, my best friend and most sought after twink in town, wearing a sign that readGuess my size, win a prize.
He’s going to kill me.
I hurried over to the door to greet the grooms but was stopped in my tracks by the most gorgeous beast of a man I’d ever seen. He was taller than me, which was unusual since I was a few inches over six feet. But that wasn’t all. He wasn’t just tall; he was big all over. The sight of him, ALL of him, had me swallowing hard with a wave of sheer lust. No one but my older brother knew that I had used Grizzly Adams as my own very private spank bank material since I was old enough to recognize why there was always a tingly tightness in my tighty whiteys whenever I watched reruns of the classic show. I had fantasized about being caught naked in the woods by a man like him, all barrel-chested and furry, and taught everything he could teach me about being his boy. And now, here was the perfect specimen of a mountain man right in front of me.
Fuck.
It was almost enough to make me forget I had written off big guys for a very good reason a few years ago. I had just about regrouped when the big guy turned to one of the grooms. “This is a beaut place, Bruce. How much is this settin’ ya back?”
