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“Freaked out and slapped you, you mean?”
A heavy sigh echoes on the line. “Pretty much. She accused me of stringing her along for four years. I reminded her we were only going out for one, and then she called me an insensitive fucktard and stormed out.”
“Shit. Sorry, man. You doing okay?”
“Oh yeah. Never realized how high maintenance that chick was until I set her loose. Just enjoying my freedom now, taking a page out of the Ryan Wesley playbook and screwing anything that walks.”
“Next year that won’t be my playbook.”
He’s silent for a second. “You going to try to keep your extracurriculars on the DL?”
“I think I have to keep it zipped up instead. A rookie can’t afford rumors. At school… That was just different. The stakes were lower.”
“Yeah. I guess so. Sorry, man. Sounds lonely.”
I try to laugh it off. “Sounds horny.”
“You’d better have some fun this summer, before you’re all famous and shit.” Cassel laughs at his own humor.
“I’ll get right on that.”
“How is the pickup scene in Lake Placid? Can’t imagine there’s a gay bar there. You’ll have to turn a jock or two.”
My stomach shimmies. If only I hadn’t already tried that. “I’d better go,” I say. Because I’m really not fit for conversation today.
“Good talking to you, man.”
“Stay strong if Em calls,” I warn.
“Don’t worry.” He sighs. “I will.”
19
Jamie
I glance at the door for the hundredth time in ten minutes. Just, you know, to make sure little gremlins didn’t crawl out of some air vent and unlock it. But nope, still locked.
It feels like I’m doing something wrong. Like I just dipped my hand in the cookie jar when my mom turned her back to me. But maybe I’m being too hard on myself. There’s nothing wrong with looking at porn. I’m a red-blooded, twenty-two-year-old man. I’m not a virgin. I’m not a prude. Just a guy trying to figure out what his kinks are.
Sighing, I lean back against the pillows, my laptop positioned on my thighs as I scroll through the thumbnails on the screen. I hover over one of the images, which shows a preview of what I can expect. All right. Seems okay.
I click on the title: Hot jocks suck ’n fuck.
Did I mention I’m browsing gay porn?
Yep, I’m a filthy liar—I told Wes I was taking a nap, and look at me now.
A breath shudders out of my chest as the video loads. It’s a short clip, and it starts splat in the middle of a scene from whatever movie the site pulled the clip from. I’ve got the sound turned down low, but I can hear every word loud and clear. Well, just one of the dudes is talking. The other guy is only capable of wet slurps and deep moans as he goes to town on the first guy’s dick.
“Fuck yeah…oh fuck yeah…suck that big cock…”
Okay, that’s just cheesy. I laugh as I imagine myself ordering Wes to “suck that big cock”.
Next clip. This one’s not doing it for me.
I click on something labeled Poolside fuck. Sounds promising. I like pools and I like fucking. Can’t go wrong with that, right?
“You like that big dick in your hole, boy? That’s it, boy, take it—”
