Page 21 of Strange Lad

I wait for a while, yawning and slowly grinding against my pillow because I have a random boner again. The damn thing just won’t go away. I jack off regularly. My nuts aren’t full. What gives? The obvious answer would be that I need to have sex. It’s been a while.

Michael was the only one of us to get any while we were overseas. Lucky asshole. Then again, Michael does exude sexual prowess because he’s always grumpy, and it works. People want to turn that frown upside down. I giggle at my joke.

Fuck I’m lame.

My phone vibrates, and I stop humping my pillow.

No?

Why the question mark?

Because that is a very random question, and it’s almost midnight. Why are you awake?

I grin, oddly happy that he isn’t dating.

Just wanted to know. I’m a curious kitten.

Kitten emoji

No one you’re interested in, then?

Go to sleep, kitten.

Oh.Oh.I like that. Holy shit. My dick gives a mighty throb as I stroke over the text with my thumb like a creep.

So I can’t call you bebe, but can you call me kitten?

Double standard much??

You call everyone bebe.

It’s hardly special.

Turbo isbebe.

He’s got a point. Well, shit.

Then I’ll have to create a super cute pet name for you.

Ice Queen is fitting.

Laugh emoji

That’s terrible.

It’s a work in progress. I’ll think of something.

Soooo

I’m kitten, now?

Goodnight Jorge.

RUDE

zzzz…

Fine. Goodnight.

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