Chapter 4 #2
I was excited and fascinated by this new person in my life.
He was really nice, and I was certainly attracted to him.
When I got home, I felt tired and a little sore.
I took a long, hot shower and grabbed some dinner.
It was a good evening to sit in bed and watch TV.
My legs started to ache a little, so I took some Tylenol and left the bottle close.
I had product photos to take tomorrow, and another male model coming over to add to my open stock photos. Selling individual pictures of men naked or clothed had been a good way to make extra income, plus spending the afternoon looking at hot men was always a plus.
I grabbed my phone. There were several messages.
DUSTY
Make sure you sign that contract and get it back to me.
Block off your calendar for DRACO’s next tour date.
How was your riding lesson? Was the cowboy cute?
I looked at the contract and realized that they were paying exceptionally well for this job. I wanted to get into video editing for clients, and that money would help to purchase the equipment I needed. I marked the concert dates on my calendar, then sent the signed contract back to Dusty.
JOE
Contract signed. Dates are blocked off.
I met a horse with your name today. And yes, the cowboy is sexy. You’d be drooling
DUSTY
Did you flirt with him?
JOE
I guess. You know I am not very experienced in that type of thing.
Even though we weren’t dating, I didn’t want to discuss other men with Dusty.
It felt weird since we were having sex. I might be a little more attached to Dusty than I should be, but as long as I keep it under control, there shouldn’t be a problem.
I figured if I didn’t share specifics about other men with him, he wouldn’t share with me.
It already bothered me to think about him with someone else—I didn’t want details.
I took a moment to really think about Gentry and the fact that we had a date in a few days.
I wouldn’t mind getting to know him better.
He was very different from Dusty, the man, not the horse: taller, thicker, and covered with muscles—he was country strong.
Going out with him was something I was very much looking forward to.
DUSTY
You really don’t understand how hot you are. I bet he wanted you.
JOE
I don’t know. You might be biased.
It was obvious that Gentry had been interested in me and I usually miss it when people flirt. It might have been only a physical attraction, but when his finger danced up my inner thigh it had been clear what he was doing. I thickened at the memory.
DUSTY
I’ll check with Mont about this guy, see if he is good enough for you.
I hated that he was acting like what he and I had was nothing. It hurt, but I knew the rules between us, and it was my fault for getting too attached.
JOE
You sound like a protective dad.
DUSTY
You are precious to me.
I didn’t know what else to say, so I left the message on read and hoped he would eventually change the subject. After about three minutes, my phone chirped again.
DUSTY
It’s true.
I stared at my phone, my heart beating too hard. This was exactly what Dusty had warned me about. Don’t get attached because he wasn’t the type of guy to want a relationship—it was too constricting. But then he would say things like that.
This time, it was five minutes before my phone alerted.
DUSTY
I’m excited you will be on the road with us next time. It will be less lonely.
This whole conversation was mixed messages. I looked forward to traveling with the band, too. Spending some time with Arthur and Mont, and the opportunity to get some great pictures excited me.
It felt like we would have to tell Arthur that we were hooking up. I didn’t worry about it, but I knew that Dusty did. Arthur wanted me happy first and foremost, and if having sex with Dusty with no strings did that, then Arthur would be supportive.
JOE
I am excited too. It will be fun and we can get into all kinds of trouble.
DUSTY
In *and* out of bed. I need to get some work done. I’ll text you tomorrow.
JOE
Okay. Good night Dusty.
DUSTY
Good night, Joe. ??
For a long time, I looked at those hearts.
I knew I shouldn’t read anything into it, but it was hard.
Based on this conversation, he clearly liked spending time with me and wanted more of that.
He’s made sure to tell me that he didn’t want a relationship, this was casual between us.
What confused me was that he nudged me toward Gentry, encouraging me to flirt with him.
I just didn’t know what to think when it came to Dusty and the feeling involved.
By the time I was ready to sleep, my inner thighs were screaming.
Gentry hadn’t been kidding. There were muscles in my groin that I didn’t know existed.
As I tried to get comfortable, my mind flitted to thoughts of how much I liked being on my knees for Dusty, his cock in my mouth, heavy on my tongue.
He tasted salty and clean, not unpleasant at all. It was a flavor I craved.
Thoughts of Dusty made me wonder what Gentry’s cock would look like.
How did he smell? How did he taste? Would I like how it felt to have him in my mouth?
How different would it be? Unlike Dusty, he was bigger than me—I bet all of him was sizable.
My cock thickened while I considered what it would be like to pleasure him.
I knew both men would be different, but wonderful in their own way, and I found myself very aroused by thoughts of them.