Page 30 of In Plain Sight

Chuckling, I rubbed my hand over my cock. I’d been hard since I’d opened his gallery. “You’re not the only one.”

“Can I ask something before we start?”

“Sure. You can ask whatever you want whenever you want.”

“What do you look like? I’m just curious because picturing a headless guy while I’m trying to jerk off reminds me of a horror movie I saw ages ago.”

“A horror movie?”

“Yeah. It was about these zombie creatures that could take off parts of their bodies like their hands or heads and use them to…do stuff to people.”

“Was this a horror movie or porn?”

“Horror porn masquerading as a movie.” He paused. “You don’t have to tell me. I know that’s pushing the no details thing.”

“It’s fine.” Giving him a general description of myself wouldn’t reveal my identity. And this was a tit-for-tat question. I was curious about what he looked like too. “I’m nothing special. Brown hair and brown eyes. Just a regular guy.”

“How tall are you?”

“Six-one.”

“Are those pictures on your profile recent?”

“Most are, but I still look like the older ones.”

“Are you really twenty-nine?”

“Yes.” I waited to see if he had any other questions. “What about you?”

“Same. Just a regular guy. Blond hair, blue eyes, and I’m five-eleven, so of course I tell everyone I’m also six-one.”

A laugh bubbled out of my chest. “Then I’d better start telling people I’m six-three.”

“It’s dude math.” I could hear his grin. “From my experience, I always go by a factor of two when it comes to whatever measurements men tell me.”

“A factor of two?”

“Yup. If they say they’re six foot, they’re five-ten. If they claim they’ve slept with twenty people, I’m assuming ten. And if they say they’re eight inches, they’re definitely six.”

I laughed. “I had no idea I’ve been doing it wrong all these years.”

It didn’t escape me that I’d laughed more with Sinbin tonight than I had all week. I tried not to read into that.

“But back to what we were doing. I’m twenty-six, and most of my pics are recent. The only one that isn’t is my beach pic. I looked like that a few years ago, but not so much anymore.” A pause. “Does that bother you?”

“No. I prefer the look in your recent photos, so that’s actually good news for me.”

“You do?” he asked, some of his confidence slipping as a hint of shyness crept into his voice.

“Yes.”

“My dick is telling me to shut up so he can finally get some attention.”

Another laugh escaped me. “Are you ready to start?”

“So ready.”

“Remember to use your safe words if you need to,” I reminded him gently.

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