Page 15 of Screens Apart

thick boy in laceOver the weekend my friend found out I wear panties

The way he’d phrased it had an alarm bell ringing in my head. Even if I had no idea where he lived or who this ‘friend’ was, I swore if they’d made my boy unhappy, I’d kick their ass into the sun.

mr. smithWhat happened? Do I need to summon the SAS?

thick boy in laceNo lol nothing like that. Actually he took it really well

thick boy in laceWe may have hooked up afterwards

thick boy in laceAnd then a couple more times after that

mr. smithNot bad at all then. Unless he was a terrible lay

thick boy in laceNo he’s actually amazing. He’s got the most perfect cock

thick boy in laceAnd his dirty talk makes me melt

I smirked. Looks like I hadn’t been the only one getting lucky over the weekend. My thoughts drifted for a moment, remembering Saturday afternoon when Simon had ridden me on the sofa. We’d been trying to watch a film, but we’d gotten bored about thirty minutes in and ended up fucking instead. He’d looked so sexy bouncing on my cock, moaning in pleasure as I teased his nipples before he came all over my chest.

He’d been a little reluctant at first, since he’d told Steve off for doing the exact same thing with his girlfriend several weeks ago. But, since Steve was gone for the weekend, and neither of us planned to tell him we were hooking up, I was of the opinion that a little petty revenge was fine.

mr. smithAw you’ve got me feeling jealous =P Is his dirty talk as good as mine?

thick boy in laceMaybe? ;) I think I’ll have to keep checking

mr. smithSo you gonna keep hooking up with him?

thick boy in laceIdk maybe? I hope so

thick boy in laceI really like him and I don’t want to screw this up

thick boy in laceBut idk if he’d ever want more and I don’t want to tell him just in case

thick boy in laceSorry this makes me sound whiny as fuck

thick boy in laceYou don’t come here to listen to me bitch about my problems

mr. smithYou’re always welcome to bitch to me

mr. smithAny reason you don’t want to tell him?

thick boy in laceWe agreed it was just about sex. He’s not looking for a boyfriend

thick boy in laceAm I terrible to keep hooking up with him even though I want more? Like this has to end badly, right?

There was a cold edge of familiarity to this conversation, and it made something twist in my chest. I was glad he considered me enough of a friend to ask, but I wasn’t sure I was the right person to give him advice. Especially since I was in the same boat.

I tried to think about how I’d feel if I had this conversation with Simon since we’d said we were both fine with it being about sex, and neither of us was looking for anything more permanent.

I knew Simon had taken a break from dating, although I didn’t know why. Perhaps he’d had a bad breakup and was still hurting? I didn’t know much about his past dating life before we moved in together nine months ago.

That was certainly part of why I didn’t want a boyfriend. One bad breakup too many began to put you off relationships for life, and at a certain point I’d just decided that hook-ups were easier than trying to find someone who liked my personality. I didn’t think I was that much of an asshole, but when you’re short and slightly twinky, nobody expects you to be bossy or sharp-tongued. I’m nobody’s fool, and I’m not going to take shit from some rugby playing, uptight prick because I don’t fit their expectations.

After a while, theit’s not you it’s mebecomes inevitable, although I wasn’t sure if I preferred that or being ghosted. They both sucked. It was no wonder I’d given up on dating.

But if Simon asked me, would I still say no?

That was something I was less certain about, and that scared me.

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