Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Wonderful as he is to look at, what is he doing in my bed?
“Where the fuck am I?” he asks, glancing around uneasily. “You’re not Jacob.”
Oh, shit.
“Jacob’s my roommate,” I say. “Let me guess. You came back with him.”
And likely came with him, too.
Jacob’s six-foot-something with strawberry-blond hair and a body thick with muscles. His sweet, southern charisma never fails to charm the pants off the guys he’s interested in. He’s only been living with me for two weeks—since I gave Peter the boot, but in that amount of time he’s let me know just how much sex I should be having as a single, gay man. And not like one trick a night. Like multiple sessions throughout every day. I’ve managed to get a handful of Grindr and Scruff tricks, but I’m no Jacob.
I definitely couldn’t get a guy like this.
Sharp lines stress the definition in his thick muscles, and he has that jawline Derek was talking about last night—the kind everyone thinks is so hot. His full, pouty lips push forward as he glances around my room. His eyebrows shift together as his forehead scrunches up. “What the fuck? I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I was heading back to what I thought was the right room, but there was this twink on the couch. Just said, ‘wrong room,’ and pointed me to this one.”
Of course. Thanks a lot, Derek.
“I’m so sorry,” I say. “He was really drunk. I think he got confused.”
Confused about how totally inappropriate that was.
His gaze shifts, and he looks like he’s thinking about something, but it only takes me a moment to realize he’s looking at my crotch.
Fuck. I’m still naked.
2
Travis
I’ve seen this guy around, but I can’t for the life of me remember what his name is. Garrett, maybe…? Whatever his name is, he’s cute. He’s got a little flush to his cheeks, especially now that he’s realized where my eyes keep traveling. His dick lengthens, and I can’t help but take in the show. I mean, he’s here, I’m here, and he’s not moving to cover himself up. He’s got a nice cock, heavy balls, and neatly trimmed brown pubes.
I can’t see it, but I know his ass isn’t bad either since I kept my cock nudged against it half the night.
When I meet his eyes, it’s clear he’s going to lose it. I’m pretty sure his body is cemented in shock, and a little embarrassment—because if he could move right now, I have no doubt Garrett would run and hide.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was drunk as shit last night. The twink told me this was the right room.” Kicking the covers off, I turn so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, facing Garrett. As soon as I do, my head begins to spin.
“Oh fuck,” he rushes out as his eyes dart toward my dick.
“Yeah, I know. It can be intimidating the first time you see it, but I promise, I’m good with heavy equipment.” I wink at him, hoping to relax him a bit. Jesus, he’s wound up tight.
“Come here.” I hold out my hand to him as he’s still laid out on the carpet.
“Huh?”
“Come here,” I say again. “I know I should leave, but I’m afraid if I try to stand up right away, I’ll be the one on the floor. My head is like the fucking Gravitron or something. I need a minute, and you shouldn’t have to be naked on the floor in your own room.” Unless he wants to be naked on the floor. Sometimes the bed is just too far away.
There’s a short pause before Garrett reaches out his hand and grabs mine. I pull him up easily. Once he’s on his feet, I pat the bed beside me. He’s smaller than I am. Not real twinky, but I don’t think he spends much time in the gym. I’ve seen him there off and on. He’s timid, almost like he does just enough to get by. He’s cute though, in an awkward way. “Are you going to stand in front of me with your dick out, or are you going to at least sit down?” He looks like he wants to crawl under the bed and not come out.
“Let me grab some clothes.”
“So, I’ll be the only one naked? Don’t think so,” I reply.
“You’re the one who ended up in my bed, not the other way around. And look at you…you’re…” He attempts to shield his cock, cupping it with one hand. The other hand he uses to try and cover his stomach, which is ridiculous considering he can’t really hide either one, and there’s no reason to. “I’m just going to get some clothes on.”
“And ruin my view?” I grin at him. I’m not flirting because I plan to fuck him. He just seems like he might need to hear it.