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I wasn’t in the mood, so I turned my phone over and lay down, deciding to spend the rest of the night learning about twisted fuckers who killed their spouses. As an attorney, it was interesting to watch those types of crime documentaries and seeing what angle was used for their defense. It was also alotlike the real case I was working on with Jeff Ritter.
I fell asleep sometime later and woke up around 5:00 a.m. with a crick in my neck and a need to piss. An early start to another long day.
There’s not enough coffee in the world to help me.
Chapter 5
Cason
Two weeks had passed since I came to the conclusion that I might be gay… or at least since I accepted the fact I was majorly questioning. With the acceptance came the curiosity to learn more. To experiment.
I watched an insane amount of gay porn and got an idea of my likes and dislikes. A major turn-on for me was the fantasy of fucking someone older, experienced, and who had a dominating personality. I also liked power play. Like a professor and his student or a lawyer screwing his client. That touch of forbidden.
Having an open mind about my sexuality had started to excite me. I just hated how I couldn’t talk to Ryan about it. I got the feeling he wouldn’t take it well, judging from how he’d reacted at the party when I grabbed his hand.
During the weeks, I had also come to another conclusion: I was ready to lose my virginity. I’d been ready for a while, but I’d never met a girl I wanted to be with. It had never feltright. But with the discovery of a whole new world—one with Daddys, sexy as fuck abs, and mouthwatering cocks—sex was all I could think about.
Even at work.
A guy came in asking about our selection of men’s apparel, and after answering his question, all I could do was stare at the faint outline of his cock through his athletic pants. When he walked away, I admired his toned ass. If I didn’t have sex soon, I feared I might go around dry humping the customers.
“Hey,” Rudy, the assistant manager, said. “Will you do a quick sweep of the men’s bathroom before you go?”
“Sure thing.”
Once in the bathroom, I leaned against the door, taking calming breaths. Yeah, I needed to get laid. Maybe then I’d be able to go back to being normal and not behave like a sex-crazed lunatic.
Ryan called me on my way home.
“Change of plans tonight, man,” he said. I heard a giggle in the background. “Lexi showed up and surprised me with Sick Beat tickets for tonight’s show.”
“Oh, cool.” I tried to disguise my disappointment. I didn’t mind him going to the concert without me, but we’d planned to go to the pool hall that night and chill. Now I had to either go home and deal with Steve or find somewhere else to hang out. “Have fun.”
“You sure it’s okay?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah. Totally.”
“Cool. We’ll hang tomorrow, dude. Gotta go.”
He hung up, but not before I heard Lexi giggle again. They’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks, but Ryan was crazy about her. I couldn’t blame him for wanting to spend time with her. She was a lot prettier than me.
“’Bout time you got home,” Steve said right as I walked through the door. He sat on the couch, legs apart and taking up too much room, and the little hair he had left on his head shone with grease.
“It’s called having a job,” I said, passing him. “You should get one. Maybe a shower, too, while you’re at it.”
“What did ya say to me?” He shot off the couch and came toward me.
“Steve, just leave ’em be,” Mom said, walking out of her room. A cigarette rested between two fingers, and she wore shorts and one of his baggy shirts. “Cason, honey. Do you have twenty bucks I can borrow? After buying my meds—you know how expensive they are—and paying the rent, I’m strugglin’, baby.”
I always paid half the rent and the electricity bill. She had a prescription for pain pills because of a back injury from years ago, but she abused them and always got more from dealers when she went through them too quick.
Not wanting to argue with her, I pulled out my wallet and gave her a twenty.
“Thanks, honey.” She hugged me, and I curled my nose at the scent of smoke. “Such a precious boy.”
“Precious,” Steve scoffed and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “An asshole is what he is.”
I went to my room and locked the door. Steve bitched from the living room, calling me a spoiled brat. It took all my self-control not to go in there and punch his lights out. He was a damn moocher who lived off my mom’s disability check. He had a lot of nerve to say shit like that about me.
