Page 54 of Still Bruised
“You here using up my air conditioning, Margulies?”
Jude turned and smiled at the owner. “Hey, Sal. How are ya?” He walked closer, figuring he needed something to eat. Later. Once he’d cooled down and his stomach was no longer a series of knots. “How ‘bout my regular pie. Extra mootz.”
He’d avoided cheese and everything that could fuck his system up for a couple of days before the party. He deserved all the fresh mozzarella he could eat for his sacrifice.
“Medium or large?” Sal asked as he boxed another order.
“Large, of course,” Jude said, inhaling the tantalizing scent of Sal’s pizzas and trying to forget who’d just come to his door.
Once he’d gotten his pizza, taken a shower, pigged out, and taken a long nap, Jude cleaned his apartment and did some laundry. He reheated some pizza for dinner, finishing off most of the box. Plate in hand, he flipped the television on, but there were no Sunday games to keep him occupied. Preseason had ended the night before. He flipped through the guide, looking foranythingthat would keep his full attention, but found nothing. After opening an old favorite movie, he settled back and tried not to let his thoughts wander.
Good luck with that, chump.
It was kind of hard not to replay the whole scene with Foster the night before. BD himself. The first dick he’d touched besides his own. The one all others had been measured by for years after.
That thought made him pause.
Wasthatwhy he was a size king? He’d touched the holy grail of dicks at an impressionable age. Had it had ruined him for average ones for the rest of his life? His first dildo had beenFoster-sized. It had been a mistake, of course. He’d tried like hell to use it, but it was definitelynota starter dildo.
He'd slowly had to work his way up. He had—and then some. He had a wide selection of toys to prove it, particularly some king-sized ones.
My toys. Maybethat’llkeep my mind occupied.
Jude shoved his plate in the dishwasher and headed for his bedroom. He pulled out his lube and all of his favorite big toys. Almost an hour later and he was getting sore from the abuse, all for the sake of an orgasm. He’d had one lackluster one but knew he could do better.
But better never came.
If touching Foster’s dick had ruined him for size, did that mean being fucked by it had ruined sex itself?
He growled to himself before pulling the dildo out and tossing it onto the floor.
Foster-Fucking-Price and his big dick had one again caused Jude anguish.
Maybe it was time to make the guy pay for his sins.
10
Two weeks later, Foster sat in a booth at the very back of McMurphy’s Tavern, nursing a beer as he waited for Cary to arrive. Cary had left two days after the party and been away on a couple of his repo jobs. Earlier that morning, he’d texted he was headed back to town and wanted to meet up. When the door opened and Cary strode through, he grinned and waved him over.
Cary stopped at the bar, ordered himself a beer, and wandered over once he had it. He slipped across from Foster in the booth. “How’s it going?”
“It’s going. How was your business trip?”
“Uneventful.” Cary took a sip from his glass. “Any news on the attacker front?”
“I can’t imagine who it might be. I dug my old yearbooks out of the garage and couldn’t find anyone there. I don’t know where else to look.”
Cary sighed. “I hate to ask this, but… could it possibly be Jude Margulies?”
Foster winced inwardly. As far as he knew, no one but Rick was aware he’d been the second guy in Jude’s coming out party—so why would Cary suggest that name? “Why would it be Jude?”
Cary stared at him, an odd look in his eyes. “I was in the locker room that day. You know… with you and… Jude.”
Foster froze. He slowly lifted his gaze from his glass and met Cary’s.
“Still a sore spot, hmm?”
“I don’t know what you think you saw…” Foster let the words trail off. He didn’t feel like lying. Not to Cary.
