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He managed to dry his stuff out and the weather cleared up, so our second night in the woods we were in our own separate tents. I had no fucking idea that a dinky one-person tent could feel so big with just me in there. I tossed and turned all night thinking about how it felt to be pressed up against him like that, about the feeling of his cum on me, about his mouth and what it would feel like to kiss him.
Maybe it really is time to call in the experts on this one.
I stand up and close the door to my office, then pull out my cell and call Nolan. It rings until it goes to voicemail. I frown at my phone. I know he’s another adult with a life and a job and fuck knows what else, but I feel annoyed and pouty anyway that my supposed best friend isn’t at my immediate beck and callwhen I need him. I hit the button to call again, and when it goes to voicemail a second time, I do it all over again.
Nolan finally answers on the third ring.
“Slate, it’s not a great time,” he sounds breathless and his voice is strained.
“Is everything okay? Are you working out or something?” I sit up straighter in my chair. “Are you hurt?”
Nolan laughs and then makes a strangled sound that he tries to muffle.
“I’m fine, just…” There’s rustling, and then he hisses “Stop”distantly, like he’s holding the phone away from his mouth.
I tilt my head with curiosity and strain to listen a little closer. Is he really okay? He sounds…
Oh.
Ooooooh.
“Gross, dude, did you seriously answer the phone while my brother was sucking your dick?” I wrinkle my nose and try not to picture my baby brother doing…that.
He makes another strangled sound and then Cas’s voice comes over the line.
“I’m not sucking his dick, I’m tonguing his ass. Now, unless this is an emergency, he’s going to have to call you back.”
A jolt of surprise and, yeah, maybe a little bit of horny curiosity makes my ass clench and my dick perk up.
“That’s fine,” I mumble quickly and end the call.
Stilldefinitelydon’t want to think about my little bro with his face buried between my best friend’s ass cheeks, but thegeneralidea of it lodges itself in my brain.
What does it feel like to get your hole licked? If it’s half as good as getting fingered…
I think back for half a second to thatonetime a chick played with my hole while she blew me. My cock swells a little more at the memory, the nerve endings around my rim all tingling.What’s it like to have a guy do that? Thick fingers, the burn of stubble dragging against my skin…
I swallow hard and drum my fingers on my desk. I just fucking wish I could sort out whether I’m just touch starved and also horny for being on the receiving end of ass play, or if all these things are adding up to something more.
There’s a tap on my office door. I drag my fingers through my hair, missing my baseball cap like I always do when I’m at work and can’t wear it. I take a deep breath and pray I look less frazzled than I feel, then I call out for whoever it is to come in.
The door creaks open and one of the other managers, Alvin, peeks his head in.
“Hey, are you busy? I just wanted to go over the agenda for tomorrow’s all-team meeting if you have time?”
“Yeah, come on in.” I wave him in and gesture to the chair on the opposite side of my desk.
He steps in and closes the door behind him. I haven’t made as much effort as I should have to get to know my coworkers here yet, but in the few interactions I’ve had with Alvin so far, he seems like a cool guy. His suits are always just a little bit nicer than mine and he definitely has more of a corporate vibe than I ever have, but not in a douchey way as far as I can tell. He takes a seat and sets his notebook on the desk, pulling a pen out of his breast pocket. He unbuttons his suit jacket to get comfortable and a rainbow tie clip catches my eye.
I sit up straighter, scooting right to the edge of my seat.
“Sorry if this is totally out of line, but are you gay?”
He raises both eyebrows, glancing down at his tie clip then back up at me.
“Is that a problem?” he asks sharply.
“No.” I answer in a rush and then chuckle. “No, sorry, um… this is going to be so fucking weird, but I tried to call my best friend and he was…” I clear my throat, heat rising in my cheeks.“Busy. And I know we don’t know each otherat allbut I’m desperate, man.”
