Hornee4U: I’d love to fill that beard with my cum.
“Ew! Gross!” I shivered. “Does this dude know how hard it is to get cum out of hair?” I turned to Grumpy, but he seemed to have made an escape.
Either I’d committed the ultimate sin and had stopped scratching him, or even he’d been creeped out by Hornee4U’s messages.
Before I could even delete the guy, a photo came through. A photo of his dick.
“Yeah, no thanks,” I muttered and blocked him.
What was wrong with people? Couldn’t they wait for approval before flashing everyone their dick?
I sighed and started to put the phone down when another notification arrived.
Richard64: You’re cute.
Richard64: I’d love to sit on that face!
“Oh my God!” I blocked Richard64 before he sent me a picture of his butthole or something. “Well, this was a bad idea.”
And the longer I sat there, watching the messages crawl through from both the out and closeted population of Mayberry Holm and beyond, the more my belief was confirmed. Because I’d received no less than ten dick pics, three hole pics, a cumshot, and an even creepier video of someone coming all over my profile picture on his phone.
“Gosh. Why are men so disgusting?” I asked no one in particular and downed the last dregs of my tea. I deactivated my profile and deleted the Cinderfella app again.
I didn’t know what was wrong with those people that they couldn’t even bother to strike up a conversation, but I knew that wasn’t how I wanted to meet a guy. Not even a hookup.
“All I wanted was a distraction,” I groaned, sinking into the couch wishing it would swallow me up.
As Grumpy returned to his sleeping spot—he could probably sense the creeps had been banished from the room—I turned to him and gave him all the attention he craved but pretended not to care for.
“I guess it did distract me,” I whispered.
I’d been so busy cringing and gagging I hadn’t even thought of Cole.
I sighed and closed my eyes. He’d never be like that. I couldn’t imagine him taking pictures of his dick and sending it to all the boys in his perimeter. I definitely couldn’t imagine such a sweet, gentle guy typing out such crude, lewd things that could make someone throw up.
No.
He wasn’t like that. I was sure of it. I mean, I wasn’t sure of anything. For all I knew, he was the kinkiest motherfucker around, but I guessed the Cole in my head and the Cole in real life were two very different people.
If only there was a way to cast out this imaginary, perfect Cole out of my mind so I could get some peace.
Bzzz!
I glared at my phone and swallowed a knot in my throat. Was it coming alive? Had it re-downloaded the app? Was it going to haunt me with more dick pics and horrifying suggestions?
Damn it. Halloween was over a month ago.
Bzzz!
The phone stayed still, and I slowly picked it up. The screen lit up, empty of notifications.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
I looked to my left and breathed a sigh of relief. Putting my phone down, I got up and walked to my buzzer.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Sami? Open up. It’s freezing out here.” Zay’s voice came through the intercom.
