Page 24 of Hot Doggin'
Keeping my mouth shut like I have all week, I join him on the couch. He reaches for a hot dog and slides it in his mouth. Mac is usually a loud chewer, but this is ridiculous! He’s lickinghis lips and making little pleasurable moaning sounds like the boiled hotdog is the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I can’t look away. The dog is the same color as his cock. Dark pink, puckered at the end, and thick and juicy, just like him.
Shit, stop! Think of something else. Nachos, pizza, steak… anything but hotdogs.
He realizes I’m staring like a creeper and grins. “Want one?”
“I’m good, thanks.”
The scene is picking up, the clothes are already off and the girl is on her knees, taking turns sucking their cocks. I’m watching, but not because I’m interested. It’s just easier to look at the screen than at him. Layers of tension float between us, so thick I can practicallyseethem.
Finished with his snack, Mac sinks deeper into the couch and spreads his thighs, palming his cock through the cotton. “Have you seen this one?”
“Probably,” I grunt, trying to sound as casual as he does. I rub my cock. It’s thickening, but it has nothing to do with the movie.
My heart’s beating so hard and fast that I feel like I might pass out.
I realize I’m panicked, knowing my world is about to change, and not knowing if it’s for better or worse.
After tonight, nothing will ever be the same again.
Mac reaches into his boxers and plays with his dick. Hopefully, it’s not obvious that I’m watching him from the corner of my eye. Why can’t I look away? Why is his fat cock suddenly the most important thing in my life? I’m fucking obsessed!
Shit.
“It’s okay, you can touch your dick,” Mac insists. “It’s not weird.” He’s stroking his cock beneath the fabric, and watchingme like he’s watching the microwave, waiting for the timer to ding. Totally nonchalant.
Sliding my hand inside my boxers, I rub the heel of my hand up and down my shaft. I can’t do much more than that because I’m so hard there’s barely enough room for my fingers.
The chick in the flick is making the sloppiest sounds as she salivates all over herself trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at once.
I sneak a peek at Mac and he’s got his cock fully out, stroking shamelessly with his eyes on the screen.
He catches me staring.Shit, say something! Something not awkward.“So, do you have ketchup in your pants?”
“Excuse me? Just because I like hotdogs doesn’t mean you have to insinuate I do freaky shit with ketchup.”
Good going, Stiles. Not awkward at all.“No, that's not what I’m asking.”
“What the fuck are you asking? Why would I have ketchup in my pants?” Mac asks angrily.
“You know…” I raise my brows, hoping he isn’t going to make me say it.
He stares back, raising his brows higher like it’s a competition. Damn, he’s gonna make me say it. “Jesus fuck, are your pubes red?”
Two bright spots color Mac’s cheeks. “Of course, so’s the hair on my ass. But my hair ain’t red, it’s orange. So technically, I’d have to mix mustard and ketchup in my pants. Then again, not sure that would turn out orange, more like brown,” he muses. “I’ll have to experiment with that.”
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? WTF?“Oh my God, I’m so sorry I asked.”
“You didn’t get a good look yet?” Mac pulls the band of his boxers down lower, exposing his dark orange pubes.
And I stare, because how can I not? He’s trying to normalize staring at it. Christ. He’s even trimmed it all nicely into a neat patch. Like a strawberry patch. Hell, what is wrong with me?!
“What’d you got?” Mac tilts his head at my crotch, raising his brows.
Does he really want me to whip it out? Are we comparing cocks now? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? I’ve probably seen a dozen pornos that started out like this, just two bros on a couch, casually comparing their cocks. I remember what comes next.
I lower my waistband enough to expose my pubes. “Dark, like my hair.” Too bad I hadn’t manscaped like he had. I didn’t know it’d be on display!
