Frustrated, my eyes began to water. I fucking hated it in that apartment.Just a few more months, I reminded myself. I’d start college and move into the dorm.
I’d finally be free.
They eventually left, probably to go gambling or party at one of Steve’s friend’s houses. The few times they’d had parties at the apartment, people complained and we were given a warning that if it happened again, we’d be evicted.
Bored, I played a game on my phone before getting bored of that too. Ryan texted me a picture of him and Lexi at the concert. Trevor posted pics of him and Brad on social media surrounded by a bunch of girls with a caption that read,My Friday night is better than yours.
I had never felt so alone, like I was looking at everyone through a two-way mirror but no one could seeme.
Ugh, I’m being so melodramatic.
After browsing through my phone, swiping through the different apps, my thumb then hovered over one in particular. My palms began to sweat, and my heart pounded harder. I had set up a profile on a gay hookup app a few days ago, but I hadn’t messaged anyone. Yet.
No time like the present.
So, I started the hunt. I narrowed the search to men within a twenty-mile radius of me and browsed through them. There were bears and twinks, as well as total gym rats with bulging biceps and washboard abs. I felt like a kid in a candy store, but instead of candy it was dick. Which could be sucked on like candy. That thought then got me thinking of what it would be like to actually suck another dude off. The only dick I’d ever touched before was mine.
What if I sucked? And not in the good way.
Having way too much fun, I messaged like ten guys. Then they started replying.
Need a Daddy?
Down 2 fuk?
Nice bod. Can I see ur face?
My profile photo was of my torso. I’d worked my ass off to get my abs, and I liked showing them off. Plus, I hadn’t wanted to post my face because I was still figuring things out and didn’t want to risk one of my friends stumbling across it.
They said college was a time to experiment… I was just starting that journey a bit early.
My search came to an abrupt stop when I came across a profile of a man in a suit, no face shown. But damn… he checked all of my boxes. He was thirty-seven, had a good build from what I could tell, and his profile was mostly bare, apart from a sentence that said he was interested in men and one-night stands.
It had come as no surprise to me that my favorite porn videos had starred dark-haired men in suits—well, before said suit was stripped off. All because of my crush on Emery. Maybe this guy on the app could fulfill my fantasies of banging Ryan’s dad.
I was horrible for even thinking that, but it made it no less true.
Unlike when messaging the other guys, I had no clue what to say to him. Would a simpleheybe too boring?
Me toLiamC:Hey! Saw you were near my area. What’s up?
Not too bad, but kind of bland, even for me. As I waited for him to—hopefully—message back, I got off the bed and changed into a clean shirt and jeans before squirting on a bit of cologne. Iwasgetting fucked that night. One way or the other.
Adingfrom my phone had me tripping over myself to rush over and grab it.
LiamC: Having a quiet night at home…unless you’d like to change that.
“Oh, hot damn.” I grinned and typed a response.
Me:Hell yeah.
LiamC:How old are you?
Shit. I had left my age off my profile, so I couldn’t blame him for asking. I debated on lying and saying I was older, but shit like that usually came back to bite people in the ass.
Me:18
Several minutes passed before he replied.