Page 3 of Learning to Change

Shit.

“It’s not sending a dick pic to put it in an educational forum to get feedback.” He was so sure of that he just kept rambling as he caressed Tate’s dick. “I needed to know if mine looked right.”

Goddamn it.

Flopping back on the floor, I looked up at the ceiling and wondered if it’d be blasphemous to pray for help for stupid sex-related shit. I wasn’t that religious, and though I kind of wanted the help, I wasn’t sure if that would be rude or not.

But while I was having an existential crisis, Tate took over to handle the problem.

“Alright, I’m glad you found a way to get confidence in your dick, but I think Dean is kind of the possessive type. So if we’re going to explore this shit, you can’t go putting your dick out for other people to admire. He’s just not cool with that.” Tate used his now only half-full cup to gesture toward me. “That’s probably going to be on his ingredient list.”

“Limits list. And yes. That’s going on there.” Joel’s dick did not need to be all over the internet no matter what his logic was. “We are the only ones who get to see his dick, either in person or online, while we are…exploring.”

I wasn’t sure that was the right word for trying to figure out why all the neighbors were into BDSM, but I couldn’t think of a better one, so I didn’t argue about it.

Joel made a soft thinking sound but eventually nodded. “Okay, I think that’s fair and I got the information I wanted, so I don’t need to get any more opinions.”

Thank God.

“Good.” Tate seemed pleased with the decision and reached back over to wiggle our drunk-as-a-skunk friend’s dick since Joel was still petting his. “Just because it’s parts modeling pretty doesn’t mean you get to show it off to strangers without our permission.”

What?

Joel perked up…probably because of the way Tate was stroking his pretty cock. “But I get to show it off to you guys? Dean always makes us keep underwear on at the very least.”

He shook his head when I tried to say it was reasonable. “You can’t keep that rule in place if you want to play with my penis. It’s really pretty.”

Clearly, I was the only one whose family had the you need to have fucking clothes on rule. “It’s not unreasonable to have people keep covered if you’re not sleeping with them.”

“Well, we’re going to be doing something close to that at the very least, so I think we can say the rule doesn’t apply anymore.” Tate was entirely too excited to be able to say that…but he’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so it probably shouldn’t have surprised me. “I mean, we’re going to need other rules, but that one isn’t fair.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.” Part of me thought I probably should have just because those two went overboard on everything where there weren’t rules involved, but I wasn’t sober enough to figure out what I should’ve said. “We’re going to figure out limits, though.”

Deciding that worked for the time being, I sat up and stopped pretending not to stare at the way they were casually playing with each other. “We…we need to figure out what the rules are going to be, though, so…so you know, everyone doesn’t get pissed or confused.”

Tate chuckled and took another sip of his drink. “You like rules but I can’t decide which side of the rules you want to be on.”

As I groaned, Joel made a happy sound from all the attention he was getting and wiggled closer to Tate. “What’s that mean? It was about sex, right?”

Flopping back on the floor, I put my hands over my eyes and groaned again. “Yes.”

Tate snickered but was helpful again and answered. “Yep, I was teasing him and wondering if he was going to be the sub in our explorations or if he thought he was the Dom.”

“Oh.” Making another happy sound, Joel was finally close enough to rest his head on Tate’s shoulder. “Both. He’s the one who flip-flops. Um, the switch. Yes, that’s the word. Like a light switch. Up and down.”

Really?

How much research had he been doing?

“I heard one of the weird guys talking to another one of the weird guys in the parking lot, so I looked it up.” Looking ridiculously relaxed and at home when he was nearly on Tate’s lap, Joel kept up his excited explanation. “Dean likes going up and down or back and forth. But when he’s uncomfortable, he’ll be the sub. Like now.”

Great.

How was he seeing things so clearly?

I was entirely too sober for the fucking situation.

“I can’t wait until he gets confident and wants to do things to me, though.” Joel giggled but I couldn’t see what Tate had done when I finally sat up again.

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