“Like, seventy bucks?”
“How many were there?”
“I don’t know. I kind of lost count. They just sort of cycled through in between playing video games.”
“You blew your entire high school baseball team?”
“Not the entire team, mostly just the seniors, some of the juniors too.”
“Color me impressed.”
“Thanks, but it turned into a real shitstorm after. One of the guys told Isaac, my brother, who told my dad. They wanted to pull me out of school, but I was about to graduate. I got kicked out of the house for a while and went to live with Isaac.”
“All for seventy bucks and the opportunity to feel…” I pause there and let the silence expand like a soap bubble until the surface tension is nearly unbearable. “How did that make you feel, Adam? I assume they had you on your knees?”
“Yeah.” He licks his lips, steam rising to collect on his neck and temple.
“Did you swallow all of that cum?”
“As much as I could. Some of the guys pulled out and hosed me with it though. I think it became like a challenge for them.”
“Who could ruin your pretty face most thoroughly?”
He stares at me, as if I’ve uncovered some deep-seated truth about him. “I guess so. One of the guys spit on me. Another one slapped me.”
“With his hand?”
Adam nods, eyes rolling back beneath his eyelids. He likes that particular memory. “I came so hard right then, so he did it again.”
Sounds like my kind of man. “Did they call you names too?”
“Yeah. Not at first but yeah.”
“What kind of names?”
“Slut, faggot, bat boy, cocksucker, that sort of thing.”
My prick is swollen to the point of being painful, but I let it float there in the water undisturbed as the scene saturates my mind, the sounds of sweet, virginal Adam gagging on cock, the slap of a calloused hand against his soft cheek, his groans of arousal, his expressions of shame and humiliation at being used as a convenient cum dump. I’m wildly jealous of the Pigeon Forge baseball team.
“So, what do you think?” he says at last. I don’t know how long it’s been. Time is fluid here.
“What do I think about what?”
“What I told you?”
I should be honest with him, as much as I’m able. How else will I know if we’re truly compatible?
“I wish I’d been there,” I say. “I’d have taken my place in the batting lineup, maybe after you’d been used for a while already, stupid with lust and drunk on cum. I bet your jaw was sore.”
“They gave me a muscle relaxer for my gag reflex.”
I take a deep breath and lean back against the edge of the tub to gaze up at the hazy, starless sky. I don’t believe in God, but I do wonder if Adam might have been sent to me. As a gift? My future husband? When I look at him again, he’s lost in his own thoughts, likely reminiscing on his tryst with the varsity baseball team. Amateurs.
“You didn’t answer my question, Adam.”
“Huh?”
“How did it make you feel, being passed around like that? Being slapped, spit on, and used like a filthy cock sleeve.”
