Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Oh. Like a drinking game?” Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Nuh-uh.” Reg stood up, rubbing his chest against Jeremy’s bare legs and back as he rose.
Things between them had gone beyond any normal friendship boundaries. Jeremy was sure of it. He’d been telling himself it was because Reg was gay, and maybe gay men were touchier with their friends than straight ones. Of course, Reg wasn’t touchy with anybody else.
“You need to be sober for this one,” Reg said.
Curious, Jeremy turned around and tilted his head up, meeting Reg’s gaze. “I don’t think they have nighttime bungee jumping or windsurfing in Pittsburgh.”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” Reg said with a laugh. He cupped Jeremy’s cheek. “We won’t even have to leave the room.”
“Okay. I’ll bite. Tell me.”
“I did some shopping.” Reg focused concerned brown eyes on Jeremy. “I bought a few toys.”
“What do you me—” Jeremy gulped. “Toys?” he repeated, his voice suddenly hoarse.
“Yes.” Reg looked at him intently. “I can give you some privacy, let you try it out on your own and release all that energy, or….”
Jeremy licked his lips. “Or?”
“If you want, I can show you how to use it.”
It took Jeremy a few beats to catch his suddenly short breath. “What do you mean ‘show me’?”
“Well, I bought two Fleshlights, so I can do myself, and you can follow along.” Reg cleared his throat. “I won’t have to touch you or anything.”
Illogical disappointment flooded him, and knowing how easily Reg could read his expressions, Jeremy ducked his chin to hide it.
“But we don’t have to,” Reg said quickly. “We can do something else.” He paused. “How about cards? I’ll even let you cho—”
“No,” Jeremy said in a rush as he jerked his head up. “I want to.” It wasn’t until he’d said the words that he realized they were true.
Given how often Reg talked about masturbating, Jeremy had started imagining it. Other than a few brief attempts to watch porn and totally missing the appeal, Jeremy hadn’t ever seen anyone else stroking himself off. The prospect of watching it live was too intriguing to pass up. And with Reg starring in the show…. Jeremy felt himself hardening and hoped Reg wouldn’t notice.
“You want to?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy bit his lip, thought out about it, and then again said, “Yeah.”
“Awesome.” Reg smiled broadly. “I’m going to hop in the shower, and then I’ll get everything ready while you have your turn.” He grasped Jeremy’s arms and briskly rubbed his hands up and down. “Sound good?”
Jeremy nodded, and seconds later, he was alone in the hotel room while Reg was whistling from behind the bathroom door.
BY THE time Jeremy was done with his shower, he was a ball of nerves. Was he actually going to go out there, get naked, sit on the bed, and use a toy to masturbate while his friend watched and did the same thing? The thought made him simultaneously nauseous and aroused.
“Come on, JJ,” Reg called from the other room. “I promise we’ll have a good time, and if it isn’t fun, we’ll stop.”
Apparently he’d given himself away. It seemed staying in the bathroom for several minutes after turning off the water was an indicator of anxiety.
“Do you need me to come in there and dry you off?”
Knowing that likely wasn’t an idle threat, Jeremy said, “No, I’m good.” He grabbed the towel, quickly ran it over his body and hair, and wrapped it around his waist. Then he brushed his teeth and hair, took a few deep breaths, and forced himself to open the bathroom door and step out.
“You look good squeaky clean,” Reg said, his tone light and teasing, which relaxed Jeremy a bit. “Ready to play?”
“Yeah, what should I—”
Jeremy stopped midsentence and midjourney to the bed the second he noticed Reg was nude, totally and completely nude. He was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, his back leaning against the wall and his package on clear display. Jeremy struggled not to stare, but it wasn’t easy.
“Lose the towel and hop on up here.” Reg patted the bed. “I have some dry towels spread out already so we don’t have to sleep on wet spots.”
And that made Jeremy trip over a bundle of nerves.
“You okay?” Reg asked.
“Yeah. I’m good. I’m good.” Reminding himself to put one foot in front of the other, Jeremy made it to the side of the bed.
“So how much are you freaking out right now? Scale of one to ten?”
“I’m not freaking out. Why do you think I’m freaking out? I’m not freaking out.”
“You’re squeaking.” When Jeremy started darting his head around, looking for the source of a squeak, Reg clarified. “Your voice. It was getting high-pitched.” He laughed and shook his head. “Never mind. Get in here, superstar. This’ll feel good.”
“Okay,” Jeremy said, but he couldn’t seem to move.