Good boys.
This time I was more accepting and ready for the kiss. The man still stroked my cheek while Finn eagerly kissed me. I was doing fine until suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. The man’s gentle touch made me not want to move a muscle. I ignored the sudden stomach pains while Finn’s tongue roamed over mine, dousing my taste buds in the man’s pre-cum.
“Good boy,” the man said to me while Finn and I kissed.Good boy.“Mmm, want another small taste before your brother gobbles up the rest?” he asked.
I nodded while lip locked with Finn. The man gently tugged my face away from Finn. I opened my eyes just long enough to see the man holding his cock inches from my mouth with a bead of pre-cum ready to drip from his head.
“Come here, and I’ll give you a little taste of what your brother got.”
Finn had moved down and started kissing and licking the man’s nuts. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick but was afraid to move anymore. I felt my erection pressing uncomfortably against the pants of my suit.
“Mmm, good boy,” he muttered.
Good boy.
I could do this. His hand went back to my cheek and gently stroked it as he encouraged me.
“You’re such a good boy.”
I was good. I was proud of myself and started moving my lips down his shaft a little bit.
“Be a good boy and press your tongue against the slit. Get a good taste, just like your brother.”
Good boy.
The stomach pain grew exponentially as I spread the man’s pre-cum around his head with my swirling tongue.
Being called “good” wasn’t something I’d ever heard at any of my foster homes.
Or was it?
Without warning, I felt extremely nauseous, hot, and as though I might pass out as what I had been searching for in my mind came barreling down on me. And now that it was right here in front of me, there was nothing I could do to stop it or suppress it.
Roger and his truck.
My mouth stopped moving on the man, and I fell back on my heels. The taste of once forgotten terrible memories of Roger burned the inside of my mouth. My mind started to spin. I clutched my head, hoping the dizziness would stop. I desperately needed the visual of being in Roger’s truck with him and his taste out of my head.
“Son?” the man said.
Fuck, no, man. Please don’t call me that right now.
“Ryd—” Finn started to call my name but caught himself and didn’t finish.
I needed to keep it together.
“Sorry, guys. Sudden migraine,” I lied. I motioned to the door so Finn would know I was stepping out for some air.
19
Will
December
Istood in the lounge, facing the doorway Ryder and Finn went through a few minutes ago. I had a strong suspicion they were headed to the infamous Apollo suite. I didn’t fault them for being curious, and I knew they’d be safe, but I wasn’t moving from this spot until I saw Ryder resurface. And because of that, I was forced into a business conversation with four other Kings. Normally, I preferred not to discuss business while at the events for Omnia Academy, but since I was waiting for Ryder, I had no choice.
“There is a small local bank in Piaui, Brazil that is struggling to stay afloat,” Mauro said.
“The bank lends to the farmers at very reasonable interest rates,” Rafael added. He took a sip of his brandy before continuing. “Without the bank, the farmers would struggle exponentially to get machinery and supplies.”
