“But like… how did you know he was, you know, interested?”
“Believe me, I knew. The dude wasn’t exactly subtle. Kept looking at my crotch.”
I quickly unglue my eyes from that exact spot.
“So I finally said, ‘If you want my dick that bad, let’s go to the bathroom.’” Troy leans back into the couch, stretching an arm along the back. It lands a few inches from my shoulder. “He got this big-ass grin. Followed me right in. Guy was desperate for it. Already on his knees before I even locked the door. Kept going on about how big I was. Like, I get it, I’m hung. Tell me something new.” He gives me a smug look, one I’ve seen a hundred times after he’s hooked up with a girl. “Just shut up already and suck it.”
I try to keep my expression neutral. “And you just… let him?”
“Let him?” Troy raises one eyebrow. “Connor, he wasbeggingfor it. Why the hell wouldn’t I?”
I don’t have an answer to that. I’m just picturing it. Troy in some cramped bathroom. A dude on the floor, looking up at him with hungry eyes. The music from the party thudding through the walls. The sound of a belt buckle undoing. A zipper sliding down.Ohsandahs. Troy feeding him that dick. Wet slurping. The thud of the door as somebody pushes against it from the outside. Troy pushing back with his foot. “Occupied.” A grunt. The guy’s head bobbing up and down. Up and down. Faster. Faster. Then Troy’s thighs tensing?—
“Anyway,” Troy continues, “it was pretty wild. The guy couldn’t get enough. He took all of it. Down to the base. Not many girls can do that, let me tell you.”
A traitorous warmth spreads through my gut, and there’s a twitch where I really, really don’t want one. I shift on the couch, trying to adjust without being obvious.
“That’s, uh…” I clear my throat. “Pretty crazy.”
“Right? I’m telling you, Connor, getting with dudes is the move.”
“How so?”
“They are just way more straightforward about what they want. And you know how it is. We’re horny bastards all the time. Why not put it to good use?”
“That’s… well, when you put it that way.”
“There’s no bullshit, no expectations. They won’t blow up your phone the next day with fifty texts asking where this is going. They just take your load and move on. It’s perfect. I honestly don’t get why more guys aren’t doing it.”
“Yeah, but most guys aren’t into dudes.”
“What’s the difference, at the end of the day? A hole’s a hole. You really gonna say no to a warm, wet mouth on your cock just because the person’s got a dick too?”
My throat is dry as dust. “Fair enough.”
“And dudesknowhow to give head. I mean, they’ve got the same equipment. They know exactly what feels good. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense for guys to help each other out.”
“I guess.”
“So yeah, I really don’t get why people make such a big deal out of it. We’re all just trying to bust a nut.” Troy nudges my leg with his foot. “Come on, champ, let’s play. This is getting way too philosophical for a Sunday morning.”
He unpauses the game, the sounds of battle crashing back to life.
I pick up my controller, but my hands are sweaty. My character gets hit twice before I even register what’s happening on screen. Troy combos me into the corner, and I don’t block any of it.
“Bro, you’re not even trying.” He glances over at me. “You’re not gonna have a crisis, are you?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“You sure? You’re looking at me all weird.”
I drop the controller into my lap, my thumb brushing over the worn plastic. “It’s just… you make a pretty good argument.”
A smile breaks out on Troy’s face. “Right? I’m telling you, it’s the way to go. I mean, you shouldn’t abandon pussy entirely, obviously. But as a supplement? Game changer.”
I look at him. At the way he’s sitting there, so relaxed, so casual about all of this.
Troy’s a handsome fucker. I’ve always known that. I’m not blind. He’s six-foot-three, keeps a regular workout routine at the campus gym. Light brown hair he’s always running a hand through, green eyes, stubble darkening his jaw. Girls flock to him.
