Page 8 of Twink Heart

?When he got to me, he said nothing. But I watched as his eyes licked down my body and widen as his gaze landed on my crotch. When he wouldn’t stop staring, I glanced down and found that I was already completely naked. Not only that, but my cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum.

?He made some comment about being impressed by my size, then asked if he could get more comfortable. Dream me said yes immediately and James pulled down his trunks, sliding them off his lithe form so that his cock could finally hang free.

?I drooled in awe as I watched him. And when he caught my stares, he offered himself up, pressing his cockhead to my lips. Well, dream me didn’t even hesitate. His cock was in my mouth before I could even think about it. I loved the feel of it and the taste of him. The dream was so lucid I thought it was actually happening.

?But it got a lot better when he pulled away and asked if he could show me something even better. I eagerly agreed and before I knew it, he was straddling my hips, my cock buried to the hilt inside his sweet tight ass.

?Everything after that was a rush of dopamine, moans, and incredible sensations. I loved the way my hands fit around his hips, the way his muscles flexed under my fingers, and the way his tight hole hugged my cock, milking me until I could hold it back no longer. I came inside him, both of us orgasming at the same time.

?And then I woke up.

?In my sleep-drunk state, I looked around for him, wondering where he went. When reality finally settled back in I noticed that not only was I rock hard still, but the sheets were completely soaked with cum.

?Now, I hadn’t ejaculated in my sleep since I was a teenager. Even then, I was like fifteen. However, it wasn’t the mess that concerned me. It was the fact that my dream had been about a man.

?At first, I tried to blame it on the fact that I hadn’t had sex in months. I’d been too busy to care for Mia’s needs, so she found someone else. But I never got that chance. And considering I’d only broken up with her two days ago, I hadn’t really found a moment to hunt down a hook-up. But the more I thought about it, the less I could deny that I found James attractive. Obviously, since I’d just creamed the sheets the first time I ever dreamed about him.

?All those memories from college came flooding back to me. I’d spent so much time and effort pushing them down, confident that I only liked women and that it was nothing more than a weird college blip.

?However, with the bad taste toward women left in my mouth from Mia, those feelings suddenly seemed stronger. I couldn’t deny that James was beautiful. He was a bit shorter than me, thin, wiry, and had an impressive bulge. Not to mention those bright blue eyes coupled with dark hair just did something to me that I couldn’t deny. But he also smiled a lot and seemed to have such a cheery disposition and that was a bit annoying.

?As I got up and stripped the bed to clean the sheets, I found myself asking a lot of questions. What were relationships with men like? I’d heard from Adam that it was easy to hook-up with guys, but harder to find something meaningful. Then again, after Mia, I wasn’t sure I wanted anything meaningful again with a man or woman. Could James and I have a purely physical relationship? Friends with benefits, right?

?Having known Adam for several years, I knew he wasn’t the easiest dude to get along with. He was sassy and a bit rude sometimes. But he was the only gay guy I knew, and it seemed like he was nursing a broken heart every few months. Not that it ever stopped him from getting back out there again, but I didn’t want to deal with that. I didn’t want to get close enough to anyone to be hurt ever again.

?But there was a piece of me that I wanted to explore. Back in college I’d wondered if I might be bisexual and now that these feelings were threatening to overwhelm me again, those same wonderings came back. The thought of doing something with another man scared the balls off me. Doing it in my dream was one thing, but doing it in real life was another thing entirely. However, that didn’t mean I wasn’t curious.

?So, for the rest of the morning up until the current moment, I’d been waffling back and forth about what I should do. Should I act on this dream and give it a shot? Obviously, James was interested. He wouldn’t have given me his phone number if he wasn’t. And he called me cute, which was weirdly nice and patronizing at the same time.

?My other choice was to be smart and avoid getting involved with anyone. As far as my broken heart was concerned, love equaled eventual betrayal and heartache. I was already in the pits of despair about the entire situation with Mia, and I felt grumpy, angry, and like fucking shit all the time because of it. It probably wasn’t even fair to ask James to be around me in my current state. Hell, I didn’t even want to be around me!

?Then again, this might be my only chance to explore this side of me. Mia was gone, I was a single, albeit sad, pringle, and I didn’t know anyone in this town. Even if someone were to see us together, none of it would ever get back to work, my friends or whoever the fuck else might care about such things. But I especially didn’t want Mia to know. She'd take it personally if she found out I ran off to be with a man. I could already see how that looked like I’d ignored her for months because I was secretly gay and couldn’t tell her.

?I glanced down at the small slip of paper on my desk, James’ loopy handwriting scrawled over the surface. Was it worth the risk? Probably not. Was I going to text him anyway under the guise of being just friends? That seemed like a safe enough place to start. Then, if I decided he really was too cheerful to stand being around, I could just leave and never have to see him again. After all, it wasn’t like I was going to stay here forever.

?Best-case scenario, I got to explore this secret side of me I’d kept hidden for all these years. Worst case, I left and never told another soul what had taken place.

?It seemed like a win-win situation because, no matter what, I wasn’t going to get attached. I was done with that nonsense.

?Picking up my phone, I started to type.

Me: Hey James, it’s Rowan.

Chapter Six: James

Surprise wasn’t quite a strong enough word when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. The moment my gaze fell on the screen and saw the message, my jaw fell open.

Unknown: Hey James, it’s Rowan.

?I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. The cute grumpy boy from the beach was texting me? He actually used my phone number? After his rejection, I was a million percent certain I’d never hear from him again. Why would I? He wasn’t into men and he definitely didn’t seem to be into me. But there was his message on my screen and it filled my mind with a thousand different questions.

?I forced myself to take a step back, checking myself before my thoughts ran away from me. He told me he wasn’t into guys and he didn’t seem very fond of my compliments, so I could forget all about that possibility right now. However, I had offered to be his friend and show him around. That part he seemed less averse to, but still a bit on the fence. If he was texting me for anything, it was just to be friends. Nothing more was ever going to come of it.

?Curbing that last tiny spark of hope in my chest was difficult and as much as I tried, I could still feel it there. So I chose to ignore it. Flipping the messaging app open, I began to text back.

Me: Hey Rowan! Glad to hear from you :) How’s it going?

Rowan: Fine I guess.

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