Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Seriously, mate. Don’t freak out. It’s only a dildo. I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Dev still didn’t reply, but his gaze crept back up to Ewan’s face. He frowned, studying Ewan carefully as though trying to work out whether Ewan was genuine or not.
“Honestly. I’m really sorry,” Ewan continued, desperate to reassure him. “And it’s totally cool… it’s actually a really nice dildo. Kudos on an excellent choice. It looks classy. Mine stinks of cheap chemicals and it’s bright pink, but it was on special offer, so….”
Dev’s lips quirked in an unexpected smile and his shoulders dropped a little as he relaxed. “You’ve got one too?” He sounded surprised.
“Yep.” Ewan shrugged. “But it’s not nearly as nice as this one.” He offered the package again.
Dev took it, and their fingers brushed as he did so. “This one had the best reviews, not just on Amazon, but on various other sites.”
Somehow it didn’t surprise Ewan that Dev was the type to do his research before making a purchase. Ewan usually bought whatever was cheapest, which was how he’d ended up with his crappy, chemical-smelling, pink dildo.
“Okay, well. I guess I’d better leave you to it, then.” Ewan cringed as soon as the words were out of his mouth. That sounded as though he meant he was leaving Dev and his dildo alone together—which obviously he was, but he hadn’t meant it like that. Although now he was imagining what Dev might get up to with his dildo once Ewan had gone, and the thought of that sent a rush of inappropriate blood southwards. “I’m sorry again,” he added lamely.
“No worries.” Dev’s smile was warmer and more confident now. “And I appreciate you bringing it round and explaining.”
“I thought you might freak out a bit if you saw it had been opened and didn’t know who by.”
“You were right.”
A shadow passed over Dev’s features, and Ewan remembered the strength of his reaction. He wondered what had happened to Dev in the past to make him so afraid of someone knowing he liked things up his arse. “Right. Bye then.”
“Bye, and thanks again.”
“No worries.”
Ewan closed Dev’s door as he left; the snick of the lock sounded when he reached the top of the stairs.
Ewan’s mind immediately went to dirty places.
Dev looked pretty innocent. Ewan wondered whether this was his first dildo, and if so, how well he’d take it. He wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall for that.
Fuck, now he had a boner. He adjusted himself as he descended the stairs. Thankfully he didn’t encounter any of Dev’s housemates on his way out.
Back in his own hallway, Ewan hesitated. His Pot Noodle was still waiting unopened by the kettle, but his libido won out and he headed for the stairs.
Wank first, eat later.
Then maybe wank again. He had a feeling it would take more than one jerk-off session to exorcise the mental image of Dev fucking himself with the blue dildo.
The next day, Ewan had a lie-in and then went for a run. By the time he’d showered and eaten, and then procrastinated by organising his messy desk, it was nearly two in the afternoon. Finally, he settled down to do the statistics assignment he had to finish by Monday morning.
Ewan was studying psychology. It was classed as a social science rather than science, and Ewan was more interested in the social part than the science part anyway. Maths in particular was his weak spot. Unfortunately the statistics component of the course was compulsory, and Ewan was struggling with it. He’d failed this assignment once already and his tutor had given him a second chance.
He did his best with it for a couple of hours, but was still confused by sample variance, and population variance, and googling was getting him nowhere. He thought of instant messaging a couple of people on his course, but he couldn’t find anyone online.
Bored, his thoughts strayed to Dev again. Ewan had enjoyed a very satisfying session with his own dildo last night, while imagining Dev doing the same next door. The realisation that his bedroom actually shared a wall with Dev’s room made the whole thing feel even dirtier, in a good way.
He thought about wanking again, but it would be nice to have some company for a change. Someone’s mouth… or arse, and someone to kiss. Ewan liked foreplay but never seemed to get enough of it these days.
He sighed.
Ewan hadn’t had a boyfriend since he left school. He missed it sometimes, having a person he could rely on for company and affection as well as sex. He’d made a conscious decision not to get involved with anyone in his first year. Young, free, and single seemed like a good thing to be as he enjoyed his first real taste of freedom after leaving home. But eighteen months on, he was starting to realise it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Ewan had no trouble pulling if he went out. In a club, someone always had a ginger kink, but one-night stands—or ten-minute stands in a bathroom—were a lot less fun than they sounded. There were exceptions to every rule, of course. Ewan had had a few fun, sexy encounters, but he’d also had plenty of unsatisfying ones.