“Apparently not. But they were cool about it.”
He sighs. “Good. I hate that we live in a world where there’s a fear your friends won’t be accepting of the gender in your bed.”
“Mmm,” I agree. The world isn’t accepting of a lot of things.
I pull into my driveway while Caulder’s telling me about Creed and his husbands discussing having a kid. I guess they were talking about it at lunch today. His story stops when he hears my door shut.
“You’re home?”
“I’m home,” I confirm. “But you can keep telling me about the Boziks having babies.”
“No. Hurry up and call me on video.” Then he hangs up.
I chuckle as I drop my bags and head for my room to get my tablet. He answers right away and my breath catches. Thisman is fucking naked. Hard. His dick is in his hand as he gently strokes it smack in the middle of the screen.
“Are you really telling me about Creed having kids?” I ask, unable to look away.
Caulder laughs. “Yep. Distraction tool for the win. Though he’s cute so it’s not that big of a distraction.”
My eyes flicker to his and he’s grinning. It’s then that I realize he’s not in bed. He’s on his knees on the floor. In the bathroom?
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Get undressed,” he commands. “And hurry up, Lo. I’m so fucking horny.” His voice is whiny, but jeez do I shiver at his words.
I fumble as I strip my clothes off. His laughter doesn’t dissuade my cock from showing its appreciation of the sight we were greeted with.
“So, I have a secret,” Caulder admits as soon as I’m sitting at the edge of my bed, butt naked.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve uh… been trying something.”
I have no idea where this is going, but the way heat floods my body has my cock throbbing. “What?”
He licks his lips; he’s nervous. But when he shifts, pulling his up cock and balls so I can see under him, my gaze is locked on where the dildo I sent him weeks ago is partially lodged in his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, squeezing the base of my cock. I shudder at the sight.
“Can you see?” Caulder asks.
“See? I can’t look away.”
He laughs, but I can hear his nerves. “But I mean… the angle?”
Taking a breath to calm my racing heart, I say, “Set it on the floor, propped at a slight angle. Yep, like that. Little less angled.Perfect. Now I can see your hole stretched and those sexy boys hanging down.”
“Ugh,” he grunts, gripping his balls in his hand and raising them. “Why do you have to be weird?”
I laugh as I watch, transfixed, while Caulder arranges himself so he’s leaning back against the wall and slowly, so fucking slowly, pulls himself up so the head of the dildo is only barely in his hole. Then he slides down. Down, down, down.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter. He doesn’t quite bottom out, but he’s so fucking close. “So hot, Caulder. God, I bet you’re tight.”
“I’m not sure how to relax yet,” he admits, and I can hear the slight strain in his voice. “Everything I read says I need to relax, but how do you do that and still use your muscles to move at the same time?”
“Slightly different muscles. It takes some practice to differentiate between them. Does it feel good?”
Caulder doesn’t answer right away and I watch as he rises again and slowly descends. Fuck, I may come for us both.
