Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Oh no, we just had a really nice chat about the dog, she said she baked the cakes herself. I told her I didn’t have my wallet, but she really wanted me to try it, so she gave me one, but I said that I couldn’t just eat it in front of my boyfriend, so she gave me two. Hope it’s okay I said that? We’re out of town? And it’s just for the cake.”
Hammer glanced toward the red-haired lady, who gave him a little wave before walking off to chat to another customer at the bar.
The underside of his skin felt itchy, but not so much that he’d want to tear it off. “I... yeah, I suppose it is. It’s just a weird thing to go through at this age, when I thought I had everything figured out,” he confessed, staring at the slice.
Dex frowned, already shoveling cake in his mouth. “Oh? Okay, I think I get it. It would be really weird if I suddenly found out I do actually like boobs. I’m not disgusted or anything, it’s just a body part, but they do nothing for me.”
Hammer smirked, and his hand tingled where it had stroked Dex’s cock vigorously not that long ago, making up a little sleeve for him to thrust into until he came. Did it still smell of cum, even after the shower? Hammer rubbed his face with it and felt somewhat disappointed to only sense soap.
He definitely enjoyed Dex’s dick, despite trying not to touch it too much when they’d first started fucking. But he enjoyed his pecs too, and the hard feel of his body. Having no preference when it came to body hair, he’d been with plenty of women who didn’t constantly shave, so Dex’s own hairs weren’t that much of a surprise. The stubble? Oh, he did like that very much.
But those feelings of awe and pleasure were so recent he hadn’t yet decided what they implied. “You never quite know for sure, as you can see.”
Dex leaned over the table with a mischievous smirk, which suggested he was about to say something inappropriate, but then he groaned, grabbed his cake and walked over to Hammer’s side. He made Hammer move over in the booth for more room, but still sat so close their thighs touched.
“But what’s it like for you? Is it okay ‘cause you like anal—sorry, Stefani said it—or do you like my dick too?” he whispered.
What the hell was Hammer to say in response?
The funeral pyre of his strictly heterosexual existence was making him boil from the inside out, and he was already getting sweaty. “I—I like you. How you move, and how you feel, and I like looking at you.”
He must have chosen the right words, because Dex’s charming smile widened. And he pushed back his fluffy blond hair. “I would be happy to be the only guy you ever like. No problem for me. I can’t take my eyes off you most of the time.”
Girls did say nice things to Hammer, but the compliments were about the things he did rather than his looks. He smiled. “You better. I’m… working things out, if you know what I mean. I’m not repulsed by dicks, but I was just never… particularly interested in them.”
Dex nodded with a serious expression. “Don’t feel obligated to anything. Just do what you like.”
“I don’t feel obligated. I’m just explaining this to you, because it helps me to understand what I think. Usually I just do things without endlessly trying to pull them apart,” he said with a shrug and tasted the cake. It was moist and soft, with a mild cinnamon flavor.
"I like it when you do things." Dex gave him a dreamy smile. "I just want to make sure you don't end up missing what women have between their legs, or tits. I don't know how that works for you.”
Hammer ate more of the cake and tentatively put his arm on the backrest, behind Dex’s shoulders. He had a little look around, but the diner wasn’t packed, and the screens ensured an adequate level of privacy, so after a tense second, he exhaled and met the warm brown eyes watching him as if he were a god among men. “I… I know I love tits. I suppose I feel about all genitals pretty much the same way. As in, I like how a pussy feels on my cock, but when I touch it, it’s mostly because I like what it does to the other person, you know? I’m still gonna look at women, maybe watch porn or something, but I am getting what I need from you... right?” he asked, baffled that he’d just declared that he was going to only sleep with Dex. A man. While letting him fuck other guys as long as it was in his presence. Was he really okay with that?