Page 107 of Two Guys One Puck
I turn the camera around. “Jokes on you. I’ve been stroking my cock this whole conversation.”
“You started without me?”
I shrug. “Not my fault, seeing your face makes me need to come.”
“It is a nice face. Now I have to catch up.” He sets his phone up on his nightstand and gets his beautiful fucking dick out.
“But how did it go telling them? How did they react?” I wet my lips with my tongue, really wanting him in my mouth.
“They don’t care.” He chuckles. “I love when you get that look in your eyes.”
“What look?”
“Like you’re going to devour me.” He still reads me so well. But I don’t hate it anymore.
My breath catches. “Did you tell them about us?”
“Christ, no. I’m not that dumb.”
“Two of mine know.” I squeeze my dick and then smear the fluid leaking from my slit around my head, knowing it drives him crazy.
“Is not my fault the big goalie is basically your stalker.” He’s not wrong.
“What made you want to tell them?”
“I’m tired of my friends not knowing me. I wanted them to know. It felt cathartic to admit out loud.”
“I can see that.”I scoot down in the bed, watching the way he works his cock trying not to get fully distracted.
“Have you talked about it more with your friends?”
“A little bit. Archangel told me I’m a victim of compulsory heterosexuality.” I don’t know why it still makes me uncomfortable to talk about when I’m clearly comfortable doing it. It’s not being with him I’m having a hard time with. It’s everything else.
It’s like trying to make a relationship work on different teams, and being with a guy just adds another layer of difficulty to it. And most days I’m so frustrated by it, I could scream.
“What is this?”
I explained the concept to him as best I could.
“Do you think that’s true?” he asks, licking his palm before going back to stroking.
“This is the best way to have a conversation.” I groan, trying to come up with my answer. “I don’t know what’s true. I don’t want to have to fucking label it or come out.” I just want to live in a fucking world where this isn’t an issue. No one should care who I’m with or like to fuck, and it shouldn’t have a damn thing to do with my job.
“I understand.”
“I don’t mean it in a bad way.”
“I know.” He closes his eyes, sucking in a breath and moving his hand faster.
“Come with me.” I whisper.
“Make me.” He throws back.
“Squeeze your dick tighter and play with your balls.”
He does as I ask, and exhilaration ignites my chest.
“That’s right. Rub your thumb through your pre-cum.”
