Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“It’s just a 3D penis puzzle. It’s not hard. Literally any idiot can lock up a dick.” The instructions were simple. It would keep him soft and looking cute, which were really Joel’s only goals for the scene. It would give Tate a sense of control that he’d never had. They were both going to love it and then I could figure out if I’d love it or not.
I was still on the edge when I thought about it logically, but as long as I kept reason out and just focused on Joel’s excitement, everything got much simpler.
“Literally any idiot can do this.” Whispering to myself one last time as I headed into Joel’s bedroom, I pushed away my worries as I saw Joel lying on the bed, naked as a jaybird and giggling as he watched Tate sort through his top drawer.
“I have little ones and cute ones and Superman ones and even a pair with that string that goes up your butt.” Joel’s giggles subsided as he frowned. “I don’t know why women complain about those. They’re not uncomfortable.”
“What women do you know who complain about their underwear to you?” Tate turned his head and frowned at Joel. “I’m not sure they should be telling you stuff like that.”
Joel shrugged. “Everyone tells me weird stuff. That’s just about clothes, so I thought it was boring.”
Somehow I had a feeling the girl who’d been talking about her ass floss hadn’t just been complaining about how it felt.
“She wants to have sex with you.” Tate decided not to be subtle about that and it had Joel’s eyes going wide. “Honestly. I’m like ninety percent sure that conversation was supposed to be teasing you or flirting with you.”
Joel seemed gobsmacked. “Why would someone do that?”
Had he bought G-string underwear just to be able to see what it was like because some girl’s flirting had gone incredibly off track?
“People are so weird. I hardly knew her when she said that.” Sitting up, he frowned and cocked his head. “I think I’d only had like three classes with her at that point.”
Ah.
Tate managed not to smile and commiserated with our perplexed sub really well. “Well, that sounds confusing. But you’ve got us to help with that kind of stuff now.”
Joel was still confused about the girl, but he jumped onto the new topic train because it was obviously easier. “Yes, and I’m very glad about that. Oh, if you’re here to help with the confusing stuff, will you handle that guy in my math class that keeps asking me if I like food?”
Huh?
Heading in while he was still distracted by people who seemed to be flirting with him, I sat down beside Joel and hoped he’d stay focused on Tate. To make sure, I stayed as still as I could and kept my gaze on Tate, and it seemed to work because Joel sighed and shook his head. “He eats a lot.”
Tate gave up trying not to laugh. “Has he been asking you what you think about Thai food and Italian food? Stuff like that?”
“Yes.” Joel’s bright smile said he thought Tate was amazing. “He likes all kinds of foods, but he was very frustrated when I said I didn’t like sushi and that I couldn’t understand why Pad Thai had peanuts in it.”
Tate’s shoulders shook, but he managed to just do a slow exhale instead of laughing again. “He was feeling you out to see what kind of date to ask you on or hoping that if he hinted, then you’d ask him.”
Joel’s head cocked to the side and he frowned. “Really? I just thought he was hungry all the time and couldn’t decide what to eat. Why…no, never mind. I won’t understand.”
I had a feeling he’d been about to ask why the guy would want to date him or just why hadn’t the guy asked him out, but either way, I could understand why he’d given up. But his frown somehow looked sad and he sighed. “People need to just say what they’re thinking.”
“What would you have said if he’d asked you for dinner?” Tate’s question had Joel flopping back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling to think.
I had a feeling the moment was perfect and wouldn’t get any better, so I shifted closer and took Joel’s, thankfully still soft, cock in my hands. As his head came up and he looked down at what I was doing, I decided to keep pushing the conversation to hopefully keep him soft while I worked his balls in the opening.
“I think we’re both just curious about how the conversation would’ve gone. What would you have said to the food guy?” My question had Joel blinking but his brain seemed to reengage as I worked his second testicle through the opening.
One through first.