Chapter Two #2
Right. That’s Sal for you. He’s always been levelheaded and sensible.
Even when he knocked up Vivian six months before graduation, he kept his cool.
They were only eighteen when they had Kayden, and still, they managed to build a business and put Vivian through nursing school with a toddler on their hands.
Of course, I helped where I could. Sunday afternoons at the park with a hyper three-year-old while Vivian studied for her anatomy exam and Sal worked a weekend shift at the Lobster Lounge.
Babysitting on the odd occasion when Sal dug deep in his pocket and took Vivian to the movies.
I never minded, though. I love Kayden like he’s my own.
How can you not? He’s an amazing kid. Well, not exactly a kid anymore. He’s twenty-two now.
“You coming over later? Viv’s cooking her famous chicken casserole.
” Just when I’m about to make up some bullshit excuse, Sal raises the bet.
“Kayden’s coming over. He’s been asking about you.
” Kayden’s been home for a little over a week, but I’ve been too busy to see him.
The last time I saw Kayden was at Christmas, and there were too many people around for me to really talk to him like we used to when we took a drive up the coast. I’ve missed him.
“Yeah? Sure, why not?” A smile tugs at my lips, and I think Sal can hear it too, because he laughs on the other end. “What?”
“So you’ll come for K but not for your old buddy Sal?”
I huff. “I’m coming for the chicken casserole, asshole.”
“Whatever. See you at seven. Don’t be late.”
“I’m never late.”
Now, Sal’s the one huffing because I’m always fucking late.
For the next couple of hours, I send out e-mails from my bed, and luckily, no one yells at me over the delay.
I know our boats are worth the wait. Sal and I are unique in what we do; at least, that seems to be the consensus in the industry.
One client even takes the opportunity to change his mind about the color.
I put it down in our spreadsheet, then close the laptop and grab my phone.
I open Pulse, a queer hook-up app I joined before I started seeing Stacey.
There’s just enough time to rub one out over some cutie before I hit the shower.
Now that I’m solo again, it’s a good alternative to going out of town for a random fuck whenever the urge strikes.
My profile picture is a shot of my bulky, hairy chest, and it usually pulls in a few twinks who’re looking for a Daddy bear.
I’m neither. I’m not into the whole role-play thing—not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’m just not sexually adventurous in any kind of way, but I do love a nice fleshy ass.
One that you can bounce a nickel off or bury your whole face in.
I browse the profiles, but nothing catches my eye. I’m about to put away my phone when a notification pops up from an account I haven’t come across before.
dicKmedown: Wanna blow off some steam?
Okay. Straightforward. Just the way I like it. Sliding down in my bed, I type back.
BigOnBacks: Sure. What do you have in mind?
I know I don’t have the most creative username, but I might as well hint at the fact that I’m an ass man.
dicKmedown: What are you into, big guy?
Big guy.
I smile as I place my phone next to me on the bed and tug down my sweats.
I never wear briefs when I’m just lazing around at home and my hard length springs free, ready for some action.
I can smell myself instantly. The heady scent of male arousal.
I wrap my fist around my dick, then give it a few slow strokes.
I stare at the screen, and the guy’s straightforward tone spurs a similar bluntness in me.
BigOnBacks: Show me your ass
There’s a pause. I never was a guy to beat around the bush.
I’m here to get off, not to get a fucking pen pal.
Seconds later, a picture of two creamy-white globes pops up on my screen.
A navy jockstrap kisses along a golden tan line, and I lift my other fist to my mouth, groaning into it.
Fucking hell, that’s a nice ass. All fleshy and peachy-looking. Bite size.
BigOnBacks: Nice. Gonna spread those cheeks for me?
dicKmedown: Thought you’d never ask
A few seconds go by, and then there’s another picture.
This time two slender, tanned hands are wrapped around each cheek, spreading them wide open, a pink hole dusted with downy blond hair is staring back at me from the screen.
Holy fuck, this guy isn’t playing around.
I pump my length and precum leaks from the tip and down the side, making the glide easier.
I pay extra attention to the head, where I’m most sensitive, circling my palm around in slow, teasing movements.
I type back, my fingers shaking.
BigOnBacks: You want my dick in your ads?
dicKmedown: Not really, Big Guy
I frown at the screen, then realize what I’ve typed. Shit.
BigOnBacks: Ass. I meant ass
dicKmedown: I know what you meant. And yes. I want your big fat dick in my ass. Show me.
Damn. I quickly snap a picture of my dick with a nice view of my heavy balls too.
dicKmedown: I see I was right about the big guy thing
Smooth. I know I’m average in almost every way, but I like being flattered just as much as the next guy, so I play along.
BigOnBacks: You think you can take me?
dicKmedown: That better be a rhetorical question. That load for me?
Holy fuck, who is this guy? Well, two can play that game.
BigOnBacks: Yeah. But you gotta work for it
dicKmedown: Oh, I always do. Tell me what you like
BigOnBacks: Fast and hard
Quiet, I almost add. I’m not into a whole lot of noise or chit chat when I fuck someone.
dicKmedown: Music to my ears
I pump my dick faster as I focus on the photo in front of me. The tight pink rim. A tattoo on the back of his left hip, just above his meaty butt cheek, is partially hidden under the jockstrap. It looks like a flower.
BigOnBacks: Fast enough for ya?
dicKmedown: Uh-huh, keep going, big guy. Fuck me deep
Shit, it feels like he’s right here in the room with me.
How can I get this caught up in someone just by staring at a damn photo?
I’ve been sent ass pics and even dick pics before, but combined with his words, it drives me crazy.
The telltale tingling sensation blooms in my core and bleeds down my thighs, like liquid heat flowing through my body.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I hiss as I fuck my hand, pretending it’s the pink hole in front of me, wrapped tightly around me. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked a guy. I like it. It’s different. It’s almost always quicker and harder. Grittier, somehow.
dicKmedown: Gonna come for me? Gonna come in my ass?
BigOnBacks: Fuck yeah
My fingers shake as I spill down my fist with a shout.
My release blazes through me, and I squeeze my eyes tight.
I stroke myself through the aftermath, small shivers running through my body.
I haven’t come this hard in months. My brain feels foggy as I slowly blink my eyes open; the headache long gone.
“Holy shit.” I wipe my hand on the sheets.
I wonder if he’s gotten off, too. Maybe he wants to do it again sometime.
Hell, I’m up for it. I pick up my phone from where I dropped it on my chest, but when I start typing, I notice he’s already offline.
I guess he wasn’t lying. Fast and hard. Right. Time to hit the shower.