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BiCuriousStud:I want to be upfront here. I haven’t done this before.
HotPan22:Hooked up via app or...
BiCuriousStud:Been with a guy.
HotPan22:Looking to change that?
BiCuriousStud:Maybe but not right now. I’ve got to crash, and I’m still figuring out some shit about myself. If you don’t have patience for that, it’s cool.
Well, this guy was fucking perfect, wasn’t he? He wasn’t looking to rush into a hookup. Sure, being uncertain of what he wanted wasn’t exactly ideal. I didn’t want someone who was gonna freak over dicks touching. At the same time, it opened up a world of fun possibilities. I indulged myself in a brief fantasy of taking this dude under my wing, tutoring him in the ways of man-on-man loving—via messages, of course. Bit by bit, I’d uncover his turn-ons, the little things that made him harder, made him want more.
And when the time was right, maybe—just maybe—we’d both be ready to take it off-screen. Oh yeah, this could be fun.
But I had to tread carefully. I didn’t want to scare him by coming on too strong. The situation called for a delicate approach, not my forte.
After a little thought, I texted back:tbh my schedule is pretty packed. I’m not in a rush to hook up right now. I just need an outlet, you know?
He was quick to respond.You look hot enough to get outlets anywhere you go.
My lips curled up. He was taking the bait.
Aha, so you’re the charmer.
I added on:I’m kinda on the DL.
Oh right, your profile said.
He added:I gotta run, but... maybe we chat again?
Oh, hell yeah. I was counting on it. Whoever BiCuriousStud was, he’d definitely captured my interest. I couldn’t wait to see how this played out.
5
PARKER
Saturday morning, I caught a ride with Darnell in his 1984 Chevy Caprice.
We didn’t usually hang out, but we lived in the same hall, and this morning he’d been oddly insistent about giving me a lift to the House Pledge work site. I didn’t really want to walk the mile across town, so I followed him to his parking spot and got in.
I smirked when I saw the interior—crushed maroon velvet.
“Don’t be laughing at my ride,” he said as he crammed himself behind the wheel. Darnell was a big guy, and the space inside the car seemed to shrink by the second.
I held up my hands. “I would never.”
He snorted. “You white boys have no taste. You’d probably prefer to be riding around in a dumbass convertible Porsche or some shit.”
I laughed. “Nah, I’ll let Barbie keep her car. I like your wheels. Better than the nothing I’ve got at any rate. I justlovethis velvet interior.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’d be a great porn scene, right? Sexy times on all this velvet.”
He side-eyed me before reversing out of the parking space in front of the dorm building that housed most of the school’s athletes. “I don’t know about all that. Talking porn with dudes isn’t really my thing.”
“Pfft, yeah, I don’t want to talk porn with dudes either.”
Not dudes on my football team anyway. Definitely not Darnell. He was a good guy, but he wasn’t even remotely my type. Deciding it was in my best interest to change the subject, I said, “Why are you giving me a ride anyway? I thought you were against me volunteering with Prentiss?”
