Page 33 of Sins of the Flesh
The image of Cole sliding down my body to his knees before me, his captivating eyes peering at me through thick lashes, sends me over the edge with a shout.“Cole” I moan my orgasm hitting me like a fucking freight train.Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my cock pulsing in his mouth as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
Resting my forehead against the tile of the shower I watch as the water washes away the evidence of my sin, shame crashing down on me."What have I done?"I whisper, sinking to my knees and leaning my back against the wall attempting to hide from my guilt in the spray.
I've just masturbated to the thought of a young man who trusts me, who sees me as a friend, he deserves better than to be the object of my twisted fantasies.I hug my knees to my chest and shudder, what have I become?"Lord, forgive me," I whisper, but even as I say the words deep down, I know I want Cole more than I want salvation and I don’t know how to stop it.
Eighteen
Cole
Cake by the Ocean - DNCE
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he entrance of the gay bar is marked with flashing lights and a neon sign that aptly reads "Pretty Bois."Music thumps through the walls, already making my heart race with anticipation.Mason steps up beside me."Ready for this?"he asks, eyeing me with a grin that's both encouraging and mischievous.
I take a deep breath, smoothing down the tight black t-shirt that Mason insisted would "show off my assets," whatever that means.My jeans feel impossibly snug, and I wonder if I'll be able to sit down without something tearing.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I reply, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in my stomach.The bouncer, a burly man with a sleeve of rainbow tattoos, checks our IDs.He lingers on mine, looking between my face and the plastic card.
"Happy birthday," he says with a wink, stamping my hand with a glittery "21" that catches the light every time I move.Mason gets a different stamp, one that indicates he's of age but not celebrating.
"First time?"The bouncer asks, his expression softening at what must be my deer-in-headlights look.
"That obvious, huh?"I laugh nervously.
He pats my shoulder."Have fun, kid.First rounds are usually free for birthday boys."
Inside, the sensory overload is immediate.Bodies pressed together on a dance floor bathed in pulsing rainbow lights.The smell of cologne, sweat, and alcohol mingles in the air.Men of all shapes and sizes laugh, dance, and flirt openly, something I've never witnessed in Baylee.
"Holy shit," I breathe, unable to tear my eyes away from two shirtless guys making out against a wall.
"First stop, birthday shots!"Mason announces, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the bar.The bartender is shirtless with suspenders and a rainbow bowtie, his chest glistening under the club lights.He raises an eyebrow at us expectantly.
"What can I get for you, cutie?"Before I can answer, Mason chimes in,
"It's his 21st birthday today.What do you recommend?"The bartender steps away for a moment before returning with a small tumbler.Inside is a clear liquid with a layer of white over it and colored spots sprinkled on top.
"This is called, Birthday Cake!Happy birthday, sweetie.This one’s on me," he says with a squeeze of my hand.I take a sip and I am surprised to find that it's not cold like most drinks; instead, it's warm and tastes exactly like birthday cake!It fills me with warmth as it smoothly slides down my throat.
I finish the glass quickly."Is this alcohol?"I yell to the bartender, he nods with a huge smile on his face.
"It's my special recipe," he replies proudly.
"It's delicious!Tastes just like cake!"Mason and the bartender laugh along with me.
"Let's have a few more of those on my tab," Mason says, handing over his credit card with a grin.
"This is amazing!"I exclaim, and before I know it, I've downed two more shots.The warmth spreads through my chest, and I can't help but grin.
"Another?"the bartender asks, already reaching for the bottle.
"Hell yes," I reply, feeling bolder by the second.Mason gives me an approving nod as the bartender lines up three more shots.
Three drinks later, the music seems to pulse through my veins.My inhibitions are melting away like ice in summer.The dance floor beckons, and I find myself swaying to the beat.
"Come on," I tug at Mason's arm."Let's dance!"
Mason raises an eyebrow at me “that's all you buddy.”I give a hoot and pull my shirt off tucking it in my back pocket as I sway to the beat.A petite man dressed in tiny silver shorts with purple hair moves in close, throwing his arms around my neck.
