So, tasted his dick yet?
Then three minutes later . . .
Is that why you’re not replying?
Are you too busy getting railed right now? I bet he has a great cock
I snorted in the quiet room.
And another two minutes later . . .
Okay you’re gonna need to reply or I’m coming back to check on you
I thumbed out a quick reply.
Calm down. I’m fine. Not getting railed though and no, I haven’t tasted his dick yet. We were having dinner.
His text bubble appeared immediately.
Dinner? As in actual food and not his dick?
LOL yes. Then my back was sore so he put me in his bed where I am right now
I knew what he’d reply to that and I wasn’t disappointed.
You’re in his bed right now and you’re not being railed? WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BENJI
LOL aren’t you supposed to be working?
I am
How’s business?
The usual. Ky’s busy with the two daddies
I smiled at my phone, knowing how much Ky liked those two men. They were an established older couple who liked a young thing to play with. They treated him well and paid him double. He was always happy when they texted him for a play date.
Good for him
Gotta go. Duty calls
Be safe. Text me when you get home
There was no answer forthcoming, and I knew he’d have pocketed his phone to give a prospective client his full attention.
I scrolled my socials for a bit, finding nothing of interest. Until I decided to search up the name Nolan O’Brien.
I found professional stuff, like LinkedIn and some corporate photos of him in expensive suits and million-dollar smiles, but there was nothing else.
I guessed as a lawyer he knew better than to plaster personal information online. If he had a Grindr profile, he didn’t use his real name, which wasn’t surprising. Very few did.
Like I could talk.
Then before I could forget, I sent Fitch another text.
Hey forgot to tell you I told Nolan my surname is Smith, Benji Smith, jsyk.
I didn’t wait for a reply. I put my phone on the bedside and decided to try the TV instead. I was still scrolling Netflix when I heard Nolan come home.