Page 27 of Fluffing the Stallion

Being a fluffer definitely pays well enough for me to do that for them.

I chuckle when I think about my job. I get paid to suck Yuri off when I’d happily do it free. Hell, I do it for free when we’re alone. Before I left yesterday to go back to my own bed, I showed him just how much I’ve learned and perfected my skills. The way he writhed and thrust into my mouth had me wanting to stay and do it again and again. Thinking about it now has me wanting to get him alone, just so I can make him feel that good again.

Snapping fingers in front of my face pulls me out of my thinking. I’m sitting in the room Tommy claimed for himself in the rental as he unpacks his things. “Earth to douche bro,” he mutters, and I slap his hand away.

“Stop calling me that,” I say, shoving him lightly.

He plops beside me and leans back on his elbows. “You’re not telling me something.”

I shrug, looking down. I want to tell him so badly, but I don’t know how. How do I broach the topic and still keep my relationship with my brother intact? He’s not homophobic—our parents raised us to accept everyone except people that are shitty to waitstaff and mean to animals—so I’m not worried about that. What I’m worried about is how he’ll react because I didn’t tell him about a relationship I’ve been in for months. We tell each other everything. Will he be pissed that I didn’t tell him this?

“Spit it out,” he says, bumping me.

Sighing, I look back at him. “I’m seeing someone.”

“Yeah?” he asks, grinning. “What’s she like?”

Here it is, the moment of truth. I won’t clam up and tell him it’s a girl. I won’t do Yuri like that when he means so much to me. Instead, I change the pronoun and add some emphasis so Tommy knows it’s not a slip of the tongue. “He’s great. Smart. Hilarious. We talk about everything all the time. He’s …I’m in love with him.”

I look back at Tommy to see him grinning. My racing heart slows down when I see that he’s nothing but happy for me. “You’re in love? Holy shit! I never thought I’d see the day. What’s his name? When can we meet him?”

Laughing nervously, I blow out a long breath. “His name is Yuri. Um …” I wipe my hand down my face, not believing the turn of events. I should have known I could trust Tommy not to judge me. “I didn’t think you’d take that well.”

“Why? Because he’s a dude? That doesn’t matter to me. As long as you’re happy, you know? So, when can we meet him?”

“Yes,” my mother’s voice comes through the door and Tommy and I turn around. The door must not have been shut all the way. Fuck, how much did she hear? I should have known. My mom always had a knack for overhearing things. She could just be walking past and hear something we were trying to keep a secret. “When can we meet this young man? Yuri, is it?”

Swallowing roughly, I say, “Yes, ma’am. Mom, don’t be mad.”

Tommy may have taken it well, but he’s not my mother. My parents never pressured us to settle down or give them grand babies or anything like that, but I’m sure she had a plan for me in her head. Like me with a wife, two kids and a dog, living in a house with a white picket fence or some shit. I don’t know if I want those things at all, but if I do, I want them all with Yuri.

She steps further into the room, giving me a confused look. “Why would I ever be mad at you, Clayton?”

My shoulders sag as I try to find my words. “Because I’m with a man.”

She scoffs with a laugh. “Oh please, Clayton. You’ve always done your own thing, as long as it made you happy. I expect nothing less from you now. Besides, you being gay doesn’t matter to me. You’re still my son and I love you.”

I fight not to get choked up, but it’s a near thing. “I’m not gay, Mom. I’m … I’m bi.” It’s the first time I’ve said it out loud, but I know it to be true.

After the night in the club, I sat and really thought about what I like. Even though I didn’t want anything sexual with the guy, Jensen, I found him attractive. I wasn’t opposed to how his body felt pressed against mine and how his half hard cock rubbed against me. Then I thought back to how much enjoyment I got out of watching Yuri fuck and who he fucked. I watched his videos mainly for him, but I liked seeing other dicks swinging and being sucked and jerked off.

So yeah, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I like men and women.

Mom steps closer to me, pulling me into her arms. “That’s just fine, dear. I’d like to meet the man that makes you so happy. He can be there for our news as well.” I shudder against her, thankful that I have her stamp of approval, though I would still want to be with Yuri if I didn’t have it.

Not being able to tell my mom no, I tell her I’ll ask Yuri to join us for dinner. She pats my cheek and takes her leave, but before she goes, she glances over her shoulder at me. “Tell the rest of your family, dear, so they won’t wonder why you’re kissing some strange man over your burger.” I bark a laugh as he takes her leave as if she was never here. I look over at Tommy, stunned.

He just chuckles. “You know how mom is. Call your man. Tell him he’s invited to dinner.”

Rolling my eyes, I sit back on the bed. “Yeah, I guess I have to. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about it though.”

“Where did you two meet?” I feel my face flame and Tommy eyes me. “Is it an embarrassing story or something? Did you meet at, like, a strip club or something?”

I chuckle at how close he is to the truth. “If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Sounds juicy. Hit me.”

Pulling in a deep breath, I blow it out, looking at him squarely. “Do you know what a fluffer is?”

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