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But if I was going to commit to my first bisexual jerk session, I wanted to see exactly how much stuff I might be into and what I might have been missing out on.
I couldn’t say I hadn’t touched my ass before—not with three gay brothers tossing around intriguing phrases like “Tony came hands-free” and “a prostate orgasm lights you up like a roman candle.” But I hadn’t liked it when I’d tried it as a teen. And Ireallyhadn’t liked it when Amanda had tried it after reading about it in some article online.
But then, hell, I’d gone my whole life being positive that I didn’t find guys attractive either, and now I had incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, so who knew what else might have changed? I braced my foot on the bed, spread my knees wide, and used my free hand to finger the skin behind my balls… and the puckered hole further back.
Shit, shit, shit. My entire body broke out in a cold sweat, and more slickness coated my fist as my cock showed it was definitely on board to try new things.
Who fucking knew? How long had my dick been keeping these secrets?
I gathered some wetness on my fingertip and stroked it over my hole, wishing I was the kind of guy who had a nightstand full of lube to experiment with. I slid the tip of my finger inside and…Huh. I mean, it wasn’t awful. I just wasn’t sure I understood what the fuss was about. Maybe I just wasn’t wired that way.
And that was fine—more than fine—because I didn’t need any extra stimulation. Fondling my balls while wondering what Luke would actually say if he could see me like this, naked and breathless, dick covered in my own fluid, was hotter than I could ever have believed.
I imagined him reaching out a hand to touch me and stroked myself faster, my toes curling and balls tingling as I felt my release getting closer. Christ, I wanted that. Wanted his hands on me. His mouth. His gaze…
I cried out as I came and quickly stuffed my fist in my mouth to muffle the noise as I stroked myself through my orgasm.Holy. Shit.I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard. My legs literally shook, like all the energy in my body had been expelled along with the rapidly cooling puddle on my stomach.
I lay there for a minute, gasping, feeling simultaneously proud and nervous and not really wanting to consider either of those things too closely.
A knock at my bedroom door made me jump like a guilty teenager.
“Daddy?” Aiden’s voice was a sleepy croak. “I need you. I’m thirsty, and I forgot to get water before bed. And also, it’s very dark downstairs.” He hesitated. “So, c’you get some for me?”
Fuck.
“Yeah.” My voice was hoarser than Aiden’s. “Gimme two minutes. Go back to bed, and I’ll bring you some, okay?”
“Thanks, Daddy.”
I went into my little en suite bathroom and flipped on the light to clean myself up with a damp towel. I looked exactly the same as I had when I’d brushed my teeth before bed, even though it felt like a lot had changed.
It hasn’t,I reminded myself.Fantasy is fantasy.
In reality, I was going to help Luke Williams get his roof fixed before he hurt himself, because that was what a good neighbor would do. I was going to focus on taking care of my son and not let anything else distract me.
Including this crazy attraction to my own betrothed.
ChapterEleven
LUKE
“U-N-L-I-K-E-L-Y, unlikely,” Aiden Sunday recited the following Thursday, kicking the back of his sneaker against the edge of the cafetorium’s stage to punctuate each letter.
All of the other children who’d stayed after school for extra spelling bee practice had already been picked up, and Aiden and I had the whole room to ourselves.
“You got it!” I held up my hand for a high five, and Aiden smacked it enthusiastically. “That’s twelve words in a row. Keep up the practice for the next few weeks, and you’re gonna kill it at the spelling bee.”
“C’you give me one more practice word? Please, Mr. Williams?” His gap-toothed grin was infectious and seriously hard to resist, so I usually didn’t. But…
“That’s what you said ten words ago.” I folded my legs beneath me and sat beside him. “How about if you start working on your journal entry for Monday while we wait for your uncle Drew to get here?”
Aiden agreed but dragged his composition book out of his backpack with the enthusiasm of a sedated sloth. “Hey, Mr. Williams? Do you think my mom will come to the Spring Fling? ’Cause the mayor gives out prizes for the spelling bee at the Spring Fling, and maybe if I can win one, she can see me get it.”
I glanced up from the lesson plan I’d been working on. “I… I don’t know. The Spring Fling is open to the whole town, so I don’t see why not.”
He nodded and tapped his pencil against his closed notebook for a few moments, then said fake-casually, “You know, Mom took me to hockey practice this week.”
“Did she?” I’d heard about this… but only briefly. “Was it fun?”
