“Well, no, but I have a job and money…”
“But you don’t like your job.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it… I mean, no one likes their jobs, right?”
“I hate the travel, but I love my job.”
“Why do you hate the travel? I feel like I would love to travel more, but I haven’t had the time.”
“It’s not the places, but going on a twelve-hour flight just to get to work… That sucks, and once I get there, I’m there for work. It’s not like I have time to sightsee.”
“Why don’t you sightsee when you’re off?”
“I mostly get sent to the same places, and it’s only so fun by yourself.”
“Would you sightsee if you had someone with you?”
“I would.”
“Could you bring someone with you?” he asks shyly.
“I could, but I’ve never thought to.”
“Well, it could be more fun for you. Not being alone, I mean.”
“You might be right. Now finish your pie. I’m freezing my nuts off over here.”
He laughs and eats his last bite.
After throwing away our trash, we walk back through the stalls, and Whit stops by one. I almost rip my arm off when I take a step and he doesn’t follow. That’s when I see what he’s looking at. It’s a large stuffed bear. He’s white, fluffy, and looks really soft.
I catch the name of the stall before he starts walking again.
“Sorry, I was just looking. At gifts, for other people.”
“Bears make great gifts,” I agree.
He looks back, and I can see he wants it.
Don’t worry, big boy, I’ll get you your bear.
“So I know you’ve already had a good time tonight,” I start.
“The best.”
“Is there anything I can do to make this night even better?” I make sure the innuendo is clear in my voice. I know we don’t need to have sex to make it a good date, but he’s been gagging for it all night.
Whit looks down shyly and speaks, but it’s quiet.
“Speak up, boy,” I say sternly.
“I want to suck you off.”
I grin widely at him. “The perfect end to the perfect night.”
Whit practically dances all the way back to our cars, and his hand is wandering all over my back and down to my ass.
“You have the most amazing body,” he says.
