Page 38 of Gin & Sin

Before either of us can say anything else, Stewart grabs my arm and ushers me out of the building.

“Why are you so embarrassed?” I ask once we get outside. “Are you not out or something?”

“It’s nothing like that.” Stewart glances over at me. “I’ve just never… Theo is…uh…”

“Do you like him or something?”

“What? No. Not like that.” He blows out a breath, tugging his messenger bag over his shoulder. “Theo is the only queer person I know, and he’s given me a few tips. He’s been teasing me that I got myself a hot young guy on my first try. I knew he would do the math when he met you. That’s all.”

I nod, but my thoughts are twisted up. “You don’t want people to know you’re seeing me?”

Stewart stumbles over his feet, and I have to grab his arm to keep him from falling. “Sorry,” he mumbles. He pauses by a tree. “I’m not explaining myself well.”

“It’s fine if that’s not what you want. I don’t have to come up here to see you and we can just keep it in the bedroom.”

“No, Kit. I’m not at all embarrassed by you or by being a queer man, but I am…unpracticed, I guess. I’ve always been a private person, so it’s a new experience for me to be open about the things in my personal life. Trust me, I’m more than happy to be seen on your arm.”

“I get it. Sorry. This is all new for you, and I forget what it’s like when you’re first out and open about it.”

“Thanks.” He steps closer, draping his arms around my neck. “I consider myself lucky that I caught your eye. I definitely don’t want to hide that.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “How about that coffee now, in town where everyone can see that I’m hooking up with a god among men?”

I chuckle, kissing his cheek. “You bet.”

An hour after coffee and leaving Stewart, I shoot off a text as I walk into Moby’s.

Me: Leave your door unlocked and be naked.

Stewart responds with several fire emojis.

My cock swells slightly just thinking about taking him apart later tonight. Then another text comes in.

Stewart: I’m so excited I can barely think.

Me: Save it up for me and don’t you dare touch your pretty cock. It’s mine until further notice.

Stewart: Fuck.

Me: Promise?

Stewart responds right away.

Stewart: Oh, I promise.

Me: Good.

I tuck my phone into my back pocket, hoping I can put thoughts of my sexy professor away for a few hours. We have another big party coming in tonight, so I need to get my head in the game.

My reward for all that focusing will be unraveling a very sexy man later. Pretty good motivation.

FOURTEEN

STEWART

In the hourssince I last saw Kit, I somehow managed to grade three essays, clean my kitchen, change my sheets, and now I’m relaxing in a bath. Relaxing the best I can, anyway, knowing he could show up at any time. My cock has been at half-mast for at least an hour. The urge to touch it for some relief is strong, but there’s no way I will. I’m too invested in what Kit’s going to do to me later.

The steamy water soothes my muscles and the little bit of soreness I still have from his fingers invading me. After a few quiet minutes of soaking, I grab my phone from the side table, careful not to drop it in the water, and open my new favorite website. It’s gay porn, and I love it, which is mildly shocking since I’ve never enjoyed porn before now. Not when it was male and female. It always felt too staged and cold and inauthentic for me, but then one day, curiosity got the best of me and I discovered a whole new world.

Muscle memory guides me to my favorite category: straight guys. It’s almost comical that I convinced myself for nearly fifty years that my interest in men was benign. As soon as the video starts—two roommates, one gay and one allegedly straight,sitting on the couch jacking off together—my cock swells, half of it popping out above the water.

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