“I want to see who’s the size queen. What’s your deal?” Why does he look confused?
“That’s. That’s not. What?”
Lancelot starts laughing. “Isn’t a size queen someone who prefers to fuck big dicks, not someone who has one?”
“Oh. I’m still a size queen then.” I shrug and go back to my cubby.
Osha and Lancelot are cackling behind me, and I don’t care why. I need to see Rhys, and I know the best way to get him.
Tendy Bear: am i a top or a bottom
I send the picture and wait.
THIRTY-ONE
RHYS
“Well, that’s a weird text message…” But nice picture. I save that one to my camera roll to use later.
Breeder: You’re a bottom. Duh. Look at that ass.
I figure I have to explain, so I do before he asks.
Breeder: Bottoms like to take the dick.
Breeder: Tops like to give it.
Breeder: Does that make sense?
Rhys changed Teddy’s contact to That Ass
Teddy changed Rhys’ contact to Top Me
Somehow he is going to get this confused. I can already feel it.
That Ass: but u take my dick all the time
There it is.
Top Me: are we having sex I don’t know about?
That Ass: did u hit ur head?
Top Me: It feels like I have.
But that’s frankly every text conversation we have. Maybe I should just call him, but then I come to my senses and don’t.
That Ass: that makes a lot of sense
That Ass: are u sure u can play?
That Ass: did u go 2 the hospital?
Top Me: How am I taking your dick?
That Ass: in ur mouth.
That Ass: i’m seriously worried bout u