Chapter 7
“Are you okay?” Garrett asked when Katt returned to the rec room.
“Yeah.” Katt glanced around the room. “I’m… fine.”
Marcus approached. “I didn’t scare you away, did I?” He seemed genuinely concerned. “I shouldn’t have given you tongue.” The blunt sincerity almost made Katt laugh, despite the situation.
The other guys in the room did laugh.
“It’s okay.” Katt smiled uncertainly. “I’m just, ya know, not used to this.”
Mickey joined Marcus. “What can we do to help you relax?” He lay his head on Marcus’ shoulder and softly batted his thick, blond lashes. “There’s nothing we won’t do.”
“He ain’t lying,” Lucas snorted. “Then again, there’s nothing none of us won’t do.”
The young men lounging around the room nodded in agreement.
Katt shifted in place, hands flexing at his sides. “How does this work?” he mumbled. “Do I pick one person to… do stuff with, or…?”
“You can,” Marcus said, a natural softness to his voice. “Or you can sample all of us.” A smile formed. “There are no rules.”
Katt nodded, feeling little comfort from the answer. He turned to Garrett and lowered his voice. “I want to ask a question, but…” He swallowed. “… I don’t know if it’s offensive.”
“Is it sex related?” Garrett asked.
“Yeah, sort of.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about. Nothing offends these guys.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Besides, the guest Curious Boy is allowed to ask anything he wants. No holds barred, so to speak.”
Katt exhaled shakily. “Okay.”
“Katt has a question,” Garrett told the others. “Pay attention.” He nodded at Katt with an encouraging smile.
Garrett was an easygoing person and helped ease some of Katt’s tension. Maybe he should choose Garrett. Still, picking the guy with the smallest dick seemed the best strategy.
When he hesitated, Marcus raised an eyebrow and smiled. “What is it? You can ask us anything. We won’t mind.”
“It kind of, um… feels like an offensive thing to ask.”
“We won’t be offended,” Mickey assured him. “We promise.”
All the guys nodded and murmured the same.
“It’s okay,” Garrett said. “Go ahead and ask.”
Katt dragged his hand over his mouth and fidgeted. “I was just, uh… wondering who… who had the smallest…”
“Dick?”
Katt flinched at the sudden voice behind him. The young man stepped around him, a cocky grin on his face. He was handsome with short, dark hair and muscles popping through his tight white T-shirt, which he wore beneath a black leather jacket.
“Nice threads,” he said, nodding at Katt’s own jacket. “And as far as who has the smallest dick…” He smirked. “That would be Lucas.”
“Fuck off, Royal,” Lucas snapped back—not in jest. “As if you should talk.”
Royal chuckled, unfazed. “Would I be the Gideon’s Angels’ Superstar if I had a small cock?” He clucked his tongue. “Don’t think so.”
“You’re not a fucking superstar,” Lucas bit sharply. “Except in your own warped mind.”
Royal breathed deeply and grinned. “Aw, your jealousy is my oxygen.”
“Go to hell,” Lucas growled.
“Pretty sure we’re all headed in that direction,” Royal said. He looked at Katt and held out his hand. “I’m Royal.”
“Royal pain in our asses,” Lucas muttered. He seemed to genuinely not like the guy.
Royal smiled at Katt and squeezed his hand. “He isn’t wrong. When I get in there, my girth does tend to cause a little pain.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “But it only hurts for a moment before that little bit of pain turns into outstanding pleasure.”
“Don’t buy into his bullshit,” Lucas said. “The only girthy thing about Royal is his ego.”
Chuckling, Royal looked at Katt. “Don’t mind him, he’s always been jealous of me.”
“Why don’t you go—” Lucas started, then abruptly clamped up as his eyes darted past Katt and Royal.
Katt sensed a new presence behind him and turned his head. A young, dark-haired man in his early twenties stared back at him uncertainly.
“Ah, my boy.” Royal slung an arm around the young man and pulled him close. “This is Scotty, my main squeeze.” He kissed the boy’s head with surprising affection. “Tell him, baby. I’m a total delight, aren’t I?”
Scotty chewed his lower lip and pressed against Royal. “You are to me,” he said quietly. His eyes remained on Katt, wary and anxious.
“And am I…” He turned sly eyes on Lucas. “… inadequately endowed?”
Ducking his head into Royal’s shoulder, he smiled. “No.”
“There you have it, folks,” Royal announced, making the other guys laugh. “And he would know.” He winked at Scotty. “Then again, y’all know Lucas is full of it because I’ve fucked most of you, too.”
Lucas scoffed. “Whatever. You still don’t have a super cock.”
“Bet Scotty would disagree.” He kissed Scotty on the mouth. “Huh, babe?”
Licking his lips, Scotty gazed at him as if he hung the moon and stars. “I would.”
“He’s biased,” Lucas muttered. His antagonism didn’t seem to extend to Scotty, though.
Royal chuckled at that, then returned his attention to Katt. “You’ll never get a straight answer from these guys. The best way to know who has the smallest cock is to have them drop drawers for you. Easy peasy.”
“I will,” Marcus piped eagerly. “So will Mickey.”
Derek laughed. “That’s because you boys know you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Marcus snickered. “Neither do you.”
“Why, thank you,” Derek grinned.
The one who had earlier introduced himself as Chase spoke up.
“When you say smallest, what do you mean? Shortest? Thinnest? A shorter, thicker cock can make you feel things that a longer, thinner one can’t.
And then you have to consider talent. An untalented man with a big dick won’t get the job done nearly as well as a talented man with a smaller cock. It’s all in how you use it.”
“Thank you, Professor Cockmeister,” Derek smirked.
“Hey,” Chase shrugged. “Gotta consider everything.”
The banter did not soothe Katt’s nerves or help him feel better about his upcoming choices.