Tony arched his eyebrows. “When you two have quite finished, we’ll carry on, shall we?”
Mike chuckled, as did Dino, his mouth still full of cock.
“I don’t think Dino’s had enough.”
Tony snorted. “Well, thank God we’ve gotthatcum shot in the can, just in case.” He regarded the two men on the bed. “Having said that, you should have no problems getting it up again, not with Dino’s talented mouth as incentive.” He grinned, and the two cameramen laughed. Dino had quite the reputation as an excellent little cocksucker.
Mike laced his hands behind his head. “Talk amongst yourselves, boys,” he joked. “This might take a while.” He gave them a broad grin, and Dino chuckled around his dick before swallowing him to the root. Mike grunted and thrust into that hot, wet furnace.
He fuckinglovedhis job.
Chapter Three
“Hey, you.”
Tommy glanced up to find Carla Brunell standing by his table, tray in hand, laden with a bottle of water, an apple, a small container of pasta salad, and a tuna sandwich.
He gave her a brief smile. “Wondered where you’d got to.” He took a long drink of his own water.
Carla slid into the empty chair facing him and deposited her tray in front of her. She dropped her bag onto the floor and sagged as she broke the seal on her water bottle. “Is it just me, or was that organic chemistry class as boring as a cold pile of dog shit?”
Tommy nearly snorted water out of his nose. “Warn a guy when you’re gonna say stuff like that, okay?” His friendship with Carla had developed during their first year studying organic agriculture, not the most exciting of majors, but it was what his momma wanted. Daddy would have been happier to have him work on the farm instead of going off to college, but no, Momma wanted him to have an education. It had been her goal since he’d first started school.
“S’pose this’ll be useful when you’re growing peanuts an’ cotton back in ButtFuck County, Georgia?” Clara inquired, herface straight, her expression innocent. Only the twinkle in her eyes gave her away.
Tommy shook his head. “Well, that’s rich, coming fromyou, girl. Eatonton, Putnam County, ain’t exactly a thrivin’ metropolis, now is it?” He knew Carla’s family background was similar to his own. Both of them had grown up in very rural locations. Even so, his hometown of Americus had to be one of the smallest towns in Sumter County. The nearest big town was Tifton, and getting home to see his folks was a good four-hour drive from school.
Carla snorted. “Never said it was, farm boy.” She peered at him. “An’ I saw that test paper you got handed back just now. You scored another A plus, didn’t ya?” She huffed. “Ain’t right, I tell ya. You come off all sweetness, shy, polite as anything, but man, you’re ademonwhen it comes to studyin’.” Her scowl would have been more convincing if it hadn’t been for the bright eyes and the twitching lips as she tried to hold back her smile.
Tommy gave her a mock glare and folded his muscled arms across his chest. “Are you sayin’ I look like I’m dumb or something?”
Inside he was chuckling. He knew his physical appearance led his classmates to make assumptions about him, same as with Carla. Momma had always warned him about not judging a book by its cover. Carla looked like a big-boned, rough-and-tumble cowgirl, affable and good natured, but talk aboutsmarts. She was one of the brightest students in the class. The two of them had gravitated together early in their first semester, once they’d gotten over the rivalry bit, though that was more Carla than Tommy. He liked their easygoing friendship. Tommy had noticed quite a few of the girls around campus often regarded him with interest, their eyes traveling over his body, and he usually steered clear of them. Carla wasn’t like that, thank God. Besides, she already had a fella back home.
Carla snickered. She forked a couple of mouthfuls of pasta salad and glanced around at the crowds of students who filled the cafeteria with lively chatter and raucous laughter. They always sat in the same corner. It was a good spot from which to people watch, relatively unobserved. Tommy particularly liked watching the table where the more… athletic students hung out. Yeah, muscles did it for him every time.
“So, what’s your type, farm boy?”
Tommy snapped back into the moment. “Excuse me?”
Carla leaned forward, half a tuna sandwich in her hand. “Do you like the jocks? Or maybe you prefer the more geeky type? I always had a thing for guys with glasses myself, but that might not be to your taste.” She took a bite out of her sandwich and sat back, her gaze fixed on him.
There was a heavy feeling in his belly. He stared at her, his hands growing icier by the second. “I… what…?” The words choked him.
Carla put down her sandwich, stood up, and took the empty seat next to his. She carried on looking out over the sea of students. “S’okay, Tommy, take a breath, all right?”
He rubbed his palms on his jeans, inhaling deeply, forcing himself to be calm.
Her shoulder nudged his. “For the record? I don’t give a shit either way, okay? It’s no skin off my nose if you’re gay. Don’t change nothin’ between us.” She spoke quietly.
Tommy sagged into his seat. “How d’you know?”
Carla giggled. “Oh, honey. Ain’t never seen you with a girlfriend all the time I’ve known you. ’Course, you might have a girl back home, but I’m thinkin’ no on that score. ’Cause I’m pretty sure if you had one, you’d have mentioned her afore now.”
“That don’t mean I’m gay,” Tommy protested weakly.
Carla leaned closer. “Fine, but honey, I have eyes. I see who you look at—or should I say who youdon’tlook at.”
He drew in several long breaths before trusting himself to speak. “I didn’t think I’d been that obvious.” Tommy took a few swallows of water in an effort to regain his composure. Only Ben knew he was gay, and he’d claimed that was due to him having excellent gaydar. Oh, and of course him noticing Tommy’s distinct lack of interest in girls. And then there was that whole business about Tommy eyeing up the captain of the wrestling team—and Ben catching him in the act. Tommy hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell anyone else.
