Page 34 of Still Bruised
Jude sighed.
“What else are you going to do with your weekend?” Anton hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Hang out with the guy who could barely make you come?”
Not many have been able to lately.
That’s what had led him to agreeing to go his first orgy. The guys on Grindr were all blurring together and most struggled to make him come. Cruising in some hot spots he’d heard about had been hot, but he hadn’t felt completely safe—plus most of the men had balked at wearing protection. He wasn’t sure if the parties were what he really wanted either, but he neededsomethingto quell the loneliness eating away at him.
Maybe it was time to take a break and be celibate for a hot minute, just to reset things.
“Are you really going to make me go alone?” Anton asked.
It was really something seeing a six-foot-five, two-hundred-twenty pound man pouting.
“For fuck’s sake…”Jude growled before erupting into laughter. “Fine. I’ll go, but you’ll owe me.Big.”
Anton grinned. “I’ll swing by after the shop closes Saturday, and we can ride the train in together.”
Jude bumped Anton’s fist.
“By the way, you ever been fisted?” Anton asked.
“No,” Jude said, eyes widening. “Please tell me that’s not what this is.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Anton said before walking down the stairs.
“Anton…?”
“I’m just fucking with you, dude,” Anton yelled from near the bottom.
Jude relaxed.
“Or am I?”Anton shouted before he opened and closed the front door.
He better be joking.
6
Foster slid into the passenger seat of Cary’s Porsche, freshly showered and dressed. His stomach was a jumble of nerves, yet there was a low hum of excitement lingering under all that emotion. He was out of his depth, but so what? At worst, he’d watch the fun and not participate.
“You clean up nice,” Cary said, lifting a brow and grinning. “But I don’t know why you made that much effort when those clothes are coming off.”
Foster chuckled nervously, one knee bouncing like mad.
Cary eyed him.“Chill,man. It’ll be cool.”
“I’ve never been to something like this.”
“I’m aware.” Cary reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tin. He removed a pill from it and handed it over to Foster. “This’ll help take the edge off.”
“What is it?”
“Legal,”Cary said before backing out.
“Weed?”
Cary nodded.
Foster handed it back. “That shit makes me sleepy.”
