Page 69 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Well-done, Long!” Q made it to my side and clapped me on my sweaty shoulder. They all called me Long, though A was the only one to say it matched my six-foot-three frame. “Knew you’d get over that hump.”

“Welcome to the five hundred club.” A shook my hand and then laughed, because my weightlifting gloves met his chalky palms. He was a former Olympic gymnast to Q’s Olympic weightlifter, and I would bet A had been on the pommel horse or rings. “Time to let Q get his lift on.”

“He can’t have me showing him up,” I teased, moving into a lunge as I stretched out to begin my cool-down. I could send back taunts with the rest of the guys at the gym, but I didn’t have it in me to actually be mean.

From a nearby bench, Q snorted. He was adding weight before laying down and waiting for A to come spot him. Both men are over fifty, if I had to guess from the times we’ve hung out, but neither showed any signs of slowing down. It looked as if Q was doing the same as I lifted with two-twenty-five, but Q could probably do a few more than my usual ten reps. He passed ten and made it to thirteen when he paused, bar at his chest with A hovering just in case.

“I want one more,” Q grunted on the fourteenth push up. Looking straight up into A’s eyes, Q smirked. “If I make this last lift, you gotta give me a kiss.”

A chuckled and rolled his eyes at his husband, kissing the air in his direction as Q lifted the bar one more time, racking it right after. A ducked under the bar and gave Q a Spider-Man kiss, minus the mask and the rain, though both men were wet with sweat.

“Our pup is going to crack up when I tell them about this later,” A kissed Q one last, chaste time before standing and leaning on the bar, “and then they’re going to make you carry them upstairs with your sore arms.”

Q laughed and sat up to pull A down for another kiss. “Worth it.”

It felt like I was intruding on their moment, but I couldn’t look away. I knew they shared a sub who lived with them and wanted to know how that worked. I’d met their partner once, and there was no outward jealousy between the three of them, which I had a hard time understanding. Somehow, it worked for them, and I wasn’t one to judge. If I had someone who looked at me the way these three looked at each other, I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to share.

Mostly, I wanted someone to kiss who wouldn’t run away screaming when it came to getting naked.

“Hey, Long,” Jefferson pulled me away from my staring and I pretended I was switching to an arm stretch.

“What’s up?” I didn’t meet his gaze, grateful it was hard to tell when I was blushing due to my dad’s Filipino genes dominating my looks. Dark hair and eyes, with permanently tan skin, and I got his height as well.

“I wanted to invite you to game night this weekend,” Jefferson continued, and I finally looked his way. “It’s at Shepherd’s.”

“We’ll be there,” Q added, and I saw A nodding. I liked these guys, but I also knew what they got up to in their spare time. Kinky stuff.

Narrowing my eyes, I grabbed my bottle and took a drink before replying, “What kind of games?”

“We start off tame and just hang out,” A started and stopped when I didn’t drop my suspicious expression. “If you don’t want to watch or join in when it inevitably gets more fun, you are free to bounce. Or not.”

“Why don’t you go shower and rest up then get back to me?” Jefferson elbowed me, tossing me a clean towel. “I thought I’d freak out at those kinds of things, but it’s actually fun.”

“I’ll think about it,” I reluctantly agreed, waving to the guys and making my way to the locker room. They only had one big one, instead of gendered areas, and my body was begging to feel cold water on my heated muscles.

After staying in the shower longer than necessary, I turned the water off when I realized I was dwelling on my constant single status after being around happily partnered friends. I dried off my body enough to not leave a trail of water in my wake and tossed the towel in a basket before grabbing a new one for my hair. I didn’t think twice about walking to my locker naked until I heard a whistle. Cringing, I turned to find a man I’d met before eyeing me with appreciation.

“I see you were aptly named, Long.” Roman lifted his eyes to meet mine. It wasn’t original, but I was glad he didn’t stare. I was somewhat of a grower, mostly in girth, but the cold water hadn’t hidden how much I was hung without any stimuli.

Eying his own state of undress, I saw he had a good size cock on him as well, though he was circumcised where I wasn’t. Seeing as Roman had two boyfriends, I shouldn’t be ogling his fit body. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Roman shook his head, pink hair falling across his forehead. “In fact, you should really come to game night.”

His eyes darted down to my crotch, where I’d moved my towel. One girl and multiple men have said I’m romance novel size, or hung like a horse, and I had issues related to my size. It took them forever to work up to taking my dick, and most weren’t that patient or even interested in doing that. Gay bottoms said they were, but then they complained I came too much, usually overflowing my condom. It was hot until I asked anyone for more than a hookup, and then they were gone.

“Because I have a big dick?” I asked, more bluntly than I would normally, on edge after feeling so vulnerable from watching Q and A together.

Roman threw his head back and laughed, “Oh my God, I didn’t know you had that in you, Shane. But no, I meant because you would see a bunch of people talking about sex openly and who are comfortable in their own skin.”

“I’ll think about it,” I answered the same way I had before, not committing to anything. His words struck a chord with me. I didn’t discuss sex openly or feel so comfortable in my skin. But damn if I didn’t want to be.

Chapter Three

Miles

Before I knew it, the weekend had arrived. My pressing work was done, all deadlines met, so I had no excuse for staying in. Cielo had finished up my taxes the day before, and let me know I’d owe the state money, but I’d get a refund for federal taxes…along with reminding me about game night.

The idea of being around the more mature group of friends was a little intimidating. Cielo was only a couple of years older than me, both of us still in our mid-twenties, but I knew a lot of the others attending were decades older than us. I had my kinks and never shamed others for theirs, but these guys were hella kinky.

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