Page 33 of The Secret Experimentation
BigGuy: *wink emoji *laughing emoji
Me: I’ll let that go because I need to ask you a favor. Sam needs a steadier job. Can you find out if your brother needs an extra bartender?
BigBuy: Sure. I can ask. Where are you? I can come to your place later, as soon as I’m done here, and we can try something…new.
I’ll actually embarrass myself in front of all these people if he keeps edging me.
Me: Like what?
I can’t resist. I’m a sucker for bad decisions. That’s why I’m now in this predicament. Getting attached to a straight guy. Which goes against rule number two in the happy gay rulebook—never fall for a straight guy. Rule number one? Never wear all white on any holiday or celebration, unless it’s your wedding. Or your ex’s funeral.
Big Guy: I was thinking a wet, hot mouthy experience.
Saying that I feel like a martyr right now is bad, right? But tell that to my agonized, throbbing cock.
Me: I’m actually at AM&PMwith the guys. Probably will get back home late.
The dots on the screen appear and disappear multiple times.
“What’s he saying?” Sam asks me eagerly.
“He’ll ask his brother.”
“Great!”
The dots have disappeared, and after a minute without receiving an answer, I push my phone into my pocket. Did he get annoyed by my response? It’s the first time that I’m not available. But as much as I want to discover what he means bymouthy, I promised my friends I’d spend some time with them tonight. Besides, Russel is probably just busy with work.
“Hey, isn’t that the waiter who flirted with you that other time?” Sam asks me. I follow the direction of his eyes and yes. The familiar tall brunet guy is staring at me with a grin on his face. I clock the man’s tight black jeans and green button-down with appreciation. But I give him a small, quick smile and turn toward Sam again.
“You looked interested last time.” Sam keeps probing.
“Russel and I are kind of…exclusive.”
“Exclusive?”
“You heard me.” I know why Sam sounds baffled by my confession. I’m only exclusive when I’m serious about someone.
“Does that mean…” Sam suddenly stops talking. His eyes are fixed on something behind me. So I turn around and see Garret coming my way. He must have finished work earlier. He smiles at me, but it soon fades when his gaze lifts up.
“Ret?” Sam gasps.
Ret? Garret resumes his walk toward us more hesitantly than before. He’s smiling again but it looks sad. “Sam.”
“Ret, is it really you?” Sam grabs his shoulder, there’s so much shock and wonder in his voice.
“With all my powerful bits,” Garret replies poking his soft belly.
Sam yanks him into one of his bear hugs. And I’m still puzzled by the fact that two of my closest friends know each other. What are the odds?
“Fuck, I missed you.” He lets him go, but keeps an arm on Garret’s shoulder.
“Okay, Ret. How the hell do you know each other?” I ask, cocking my hip to the side and signaling the bartender to get me another R and C and some shots.
“We grew up together. Ret and Ty were practically conjoined twins. We went to New York together and a few months before you arrived, he moved out.”
“So, I took your room,” I say to Ret…Garret. “Wow!”
He sighs deeply, muttering, “Of course.”
