Page 9 of Pleasing Him

Lionel finishes with the eggs and scoops them onto a plate before sliding the plate to me over the counter. “Toast, honey? We really worked up an appetite just now.”

“Yes, please,” I murmur as he loads the toaster with two slices of crusty country loaf. But then, I fix him with another look before digging into my eggs.

“Thank you for cooking, but you didn’t answer my question. How did you get to be the way that you are? Have you always been like this?”

Lionel looks thoughtful before taking a seat next to me at the breakfast bar and taking a sip of water. Then, he nods.

“Yes, I was born with an anatomical anomaly. I know: it’s a mouthful to manage, but that’s how the doctors refer to it. I have double dicks, and it’s always been this way.”

I stare at him.

“Is it a genetic mutation? Does it run in your family?”

He shakes his dark head, his blue gaze darkening a bit.

“No, there’s no one else in my family that has double-cocks, as far as I know. At least, we certainly never talked about it. But the doctors who delivered me at the hospital told my mother that it’s not uncommon in this part of the world. Don’t get me wrong, because it’s not common per se. But there are several men in the Minnesota area who share my particular deformity.”

“Oh, don’t call it a deformity,” I say quickly. “I love it, and your dual shafts make me feel so good. But that’s all the doctors said? That there’s some kind of genetic mutation that expresses itself randomly in this part of the world?”

Lionel nods.

“Yes, there was never really much discussion. But I’ve done some digging around, and rumor is that the mutation originatedsomewhere in northern Europe. In fact, allegedly there’s a royal family in Scandinavia with men who also share this mutation, although they’ve kept mum about it. But people from that country immigrated to the United States a couple hundred years ago, specifically to our area in the Upper Midwest. As a result, Minnesota seems to have more than its fair share of men with this mutation.”

I’m flabbergasted and stare at my handsome stepfather.

“Have you made contact these guys?” I ask slowly. “Do you talk online? Do you have a club or a chapter and hold ... I don’t know, meetings or something?”

Lionel shoots me a sideways smile while biting into his eggs.

“You’re a smart cookie, sweetheart, because in fact, we do have a club of sorts. We have our own secret island too.”

I stop eating altogether and put down my fork.

“You can’t be serious.”

Lionel isn’t fazed at all, his handsome features calm as he continues to eat.

“No, I am. The club’s well-hidden and we don’t publicize it for obvious reasons. But yes, we have a secret society of double-dicked men, and we hold retreats on occasion.”

I blink, stunned.

“Really? What do you do at the retreats?”

Lionel shrugs.

“The usual. Guy stuff. Beat on drums while chanting in the forest. The occasional pissing contest. That kind of thing.”

I shake my head.

“No, I don’t believe it. That sounds like what would happen at the Bohemian Grove back in the day when Richard Nixon was in power. You know, they’d play cello and put on Shakespeare plays for one another, with men acting roles of both genders. But you’re a group of double-dicked guys, and I have a hard time believing you’re enjoying opera while practicing your next TED talk.”

Lionel shoots me another sideways grin. He’s so handsome that my pulse races as my insides go hot. This man could get any woman he wants, but for some reason, he picked me and I feel incredibly lucky. I smile back, already going mushy inside. But then I force myself to focus on the conversation because Lionel is unique, and I want to know how he got this way.

“So?” I ask gently. “Tell me more about the island.”

My gorgeous stepfather grins.

“You’re right,” he acknowledges with a nod of that dark head. “We do more than light candles, commune with the stars, and study our horoscopes. We bring in girls to fuck. It’s a necessity,” he says, suddenly serious. “When you have double dicks, you can’t go around dating like a normal guy. Secrecy is paramount, and so we formed our own little club where we put on fuckfests for our members.”

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