Page 104 of Ice Dance Hockey

“No, oh God.” I cover my face, but if I’m going to have sex, I need to be able to talk about it like an adult. “What if the dick you’re going to, uh, take, is huge … how do you do that?”

Jack’s eyes light up, but he scans the room for Merc. I don’t know why. I already checked for him. “Rhett,” he says, knowing the dick in question, which is a tad weird, but since it benefits me for him to know, I don’t care too much right now. I could do without the smile, though. Rhett’s not his anymore.

At least, he’d better not fucking be.

Well, fuck. The tables have turned.

“First—and no insult intended—but you know you can be on top, eh?” Jack says.

“Yeah, I know that.” My eyes flick to the ground. “I want him to be on top.”

“Like being taken, huh?” Casey puts an arm around me, his hockey mane of curls sloshes against my face. “Don’t worry, you’ve come to the right place. Jack and I are both proud power bottoms. Not that I don’t enjoy a savage flip fuck now and then, but I can tell you all about the love of being dominated. Wish we weren’t talking about Rhett, though.”

“Know what? I think I’m gonna just rely on the good ol’ internet.” There’s got to be a Facebook group about this.

I try to stand, but Casey’s arm tightens its grip. Stanley fusses and Jack moves to the fridge to get a bottle.

“We’ll make this as painless as possible for you since the event is going to be far from painless,” Casey says.

“Not helping at all.”

“I’ve heard stories of that dick. Maybe you should start with a training one?” Casey continues.

I glare at Jack.How does Casey know I’m a virgin?

“It came up, okay?” Jack says. “And I wanted to know what to do in case this came up. We’ve already got ideas for you. Don’t worry, they’re Stacey approved.”

Jesus Christ. “Does everyone know?”

“Just the important people,” Jack says. So, everyone. “Please don’t punch me in the face, but we took it upon ourselves to get you some toys that might help. Only to be ready if you asked, and there’s no pressure to use them.”

He says the last part in a rush, probably with the hope that I don’t punch him in the face or tell Merc on him. I should, but I can’t. This is what I get for asking a couple of hockey players. “Do you think I need all that?”

“It’s excessively large,” Jack says. “You need the help.”

“Fine. Where are these toys?”

“If you don’t mind holding this guy, I’ll get them for yah,” he says.

“Yeah, here.” I cradle Stanley in my arms like Mercy showed me, keeping his bottle in his mouth as he sucks like a hungry puppy.

“You need some instructions on how to use a dildo?” Casey asks when Jack leaves the room.

“Nope.” It’s either going to be the internet, or I’m going to quit the idea of sex altogether.

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Later, it’s just me, a bottle of lube, and several silicone dildos in various sizes. I know what I’m supposed to do with them, but it doesn’t seem exciting to do it by myself. Should I open some porn? No. There’s no lock on this door. At least if I’m lying in bed under the covers that gives me the opportunity to hide what I’m doing; having my browser open makes it harder. Not what I want for my first time with toys.

After staring at the packages for another ten minutes, I give up and throw myself onto the bed with my phone in hand.

Sorry. We’re a penetration-free couple now. I can’t do this.

My phone immediately rings.

“What on Earth are you doing?”

“Trying to prepare myself for your baseball bat of a dick. It’s not going well.”

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