Page 22 of Twink Heart

?I wasn’t gonna lie, I kinda liked it when he scolded me. “Alright, I promise,” I said, holding up three fingers on my right hand. “Scout’s honor.”

?“This is so fucking embarrassing,” he grumbled as he carried me toward the door.

?“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not your cabin.”

?“No… but Adam didn’t tell me this place was his sex den.” He sighed again. “Why would he let me stay here?”

?“Because he’s a good friend trying to help you out,” I replied, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “A sex swing is just a bonus.”

?Rowan grumbled some more, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. However, I was practically writhing with anticipation as he pushed open the bedroom door with his foot. My eyes widened as my gaze came to rest on the first sex swing I’d ever seen in person.

?It was a lot bigger than I expected. Someone had gone through the trouble of installing hard points in the ceiling, attaching them to the rafters above the drywall. Four eye hooks extended down connected to carabiners and straps that held the large leather swing in place.

?I just stared and stared, not quite believing what I was seeing. “Wow,” I heard myself say. “This is pretty fucking awesome.”

?“It’s weird.”

?“Why is it weird?” I asked, turning back to Rowan. “It’s a swing meant for sex. If anything, it just means fewer bed sheets that need to be washed.”

?“Isn’t this some weird BDSM thing?” he asked. “Shouldn’t there be whips and handcuffs and stuff?”

?“Only if you’re kinky.”

?“I’m not,” he replied flatly, clearly not amused by any of it.

?“You sound boring,” I joked. “Now put me in the swing.”

?“What?! No!”

?“Oh come on!” I begged, putting on my best puppy dog eyes. “I’ve always wanted to try one!”

?Rowan’s face turned as red as a beet. It took me a moment to realize what he thought I was saying.

?“I’m not asking you to fuck me,” I burst out laughing. Of course, I had a feeling I wouldn’t mind if he did, but that was a fantasy I didn’t want to entertain while I was in his arms and my dick was less than a foot from his face. “I just want to sit in it and see if it’s comfy!”

?“Do I have to?” He sounded so put out.

?“Yes! Doc said you had to take care of me and I won’t get better if you don’t put me in the sex swing.”

?“Oh my god…”

?“You signed up for this,” I reminded him. “When you texted me to hang out. This is the friendship deal.”

?“Talk about fine print,” he muttered.

?With all the gentleness of a lover, Rowan placed me in the sex swing, careful to make sure my injured foot didn’t bump anything. Of course, as soon as I was in it, I put my hands through the handles and my feet up in the stirrups, my ass spreading wide under the thin fabric of my shorts. And the moment I was in that position, my gaze came to rest on Rowan and those brown eyes of his. My cock began to thicken, and I was just about to pull my legs down when Rowan’s gaze zeroed in on my groin.

?For a moment I thought he was just staring at my bulge. But then I felt a sort of cool draft. It was with a sinking heart that I remembered I’d neglected to wear underwear on our hike. I glanced down, noticing that the tip of my cock had escaped the shorts and sat there pulsing against my thigh.

?“Uh…” I muttered, suddenly terrified of what I’d done.

I tried to pull myself free of the stirrups, but of course my feet got stuck and I was left to struggle helplessly, my cock slipping further and further out of my shorts with every movement.

?My heart was beating a million miles an hour and my face burned with embarrassment. It was one of those rare moments in my life where I was so overwhelmed that I wished I could just disappear. And all the while, Rowan’s eyes were zeroed in on my thickening cock that slipped further and further out of my shorts.

?“Fuck…” I whimpered, trying to pull my injured foot free. The movement caused a streak of pain and I winced.

?However, my show of pain seemed to snap Rowan out of his fixation.

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