Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Zolt’s jaw muscles hurt from the tension, and he opened his mouth as wide as he could to loosen up. A part of him wanted to boast, to tell them that he had pinned Leo with his dick on this very table, that Leo’s fingers trembled where they clutched the edges, and that Zolt had to wipe off his saliva during clean-up.
There was a moment when Leo had gotten really into it, twisting and moaning as if he no longer had any doubts whether he enjoyed the fuck. He’d spread his legs wide and was so greedy for touch and kisses Zolt couldn’t wipe that perfect vision out of his mind.
He’d held Leo down to feel how his muscles tensed when Zolt had pushed his cock in, penetrating that tight hole for the first time, but watching Leo’s face in that moment was what had almost made Zolt come on the spot. Flushed, glossy-eyed, twisted by a little frown from the intensity of the new experience, red lips wide open in a moan.
Just thinking back to it was giving Zolt a boner under the table. The situation was wrong on so many levels, and a part of his pleasure had been knowing Leo was under a man for the first time, and that there would be no taking it back. Leo Heller. All sweaty, strong, and still, wanton for Zolt’s cock.
He wanted to tell his friends everything, see them smile, hear their whistles, feel their pats on the shoulder. Wouldn’t have been the first time he’d boasted about seducing a straight guy. And yet… Leo was no bro looking for a thrill. He lived here. He was enthusiastic, friendly, fun to banter with, the DIY king, and a rising star in blowjobs. He’d even cooked for Zolt. It didn’t feel right to betray his trust.
Not to mention that all the guys knew him, and they wouldn’t pass on the opportunity to tease him about bottoming if they knew.
“Nah. He might just really be hundred percent straight,” Zolt said and finished his drink. “That, or I’m getting too old.”
Neil eyed him with a smile. “Hardly. I’ve seen you at the gym just yesterday. You can pull whoever you want.”
This again. Neil was an okay fuck, but he was also a bitchy bitch who found happiness in complaining and making nasty comments behind people’s backs. So Zolt would rather leave him out of his bed if he could have anyone else.
Well, to be fair, he hadn’t, and would never fuck Sidell or Anders, so maybe Neil wasn’t entirely useless to him after all.
“No, I won’t marry you, Neil. Stop asking.”
They all laughed, teased each other, and the game went on, but Zolt couldn’t focus, because his mind kept returning to Leo sitting out there in the cold with only a blanket and a bottle of tequila to keep him warm.
Zolt must have spaced out, because Sidell snapped his fingers in front of Zolt’s face. “Zolt. Biker boy. What does he like? He’s a mechanic, right? Maybe I could invite him to my car salon and see if I can take him for a spin after all.”
Anders sniggered, and put some more money on the table. “I’d put double that as a bet that you can’t.”
“He likes tits, Sidell. Tits, and pussy, and smooth bodies, so unless you’re gonna put a wig on your bald head, sport some lipstick, and wear one of those silicone body suits with fake vaginas and boobs, you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Zolt said more abruptly than he’d meant to.
Anders snorted. “Someone’s a sore loser,” he said, referring to Zolt’s bad luck with cards that night, but it felt like prodding at Zolt’s failure with Leo.
Only that Zolt hadn’t failed with Leo. On the contrary. They’d had amazing sex, Leo was up for it 24/7, horny like a teen on Viagra, and unlike many of the straight-identifying guys who had experimented with Zolt, Leo was into kissing and hugging. They made out for hours on end, and Leo had the softest eyes when he looked back at Zolt between kisses.
Zolt was angry at Leo’s brothers, furious about the lost cash, but he shouldn’t have treated Leo the way he had, and he damn well knew it. Leo hadn’t simply opened his body to Zolt. He’d been emotionally vulnerable, and Zolt had steamrolled over him, irreparably damaging their comfortable status quo.
But what Zolt absolutely hated was that it reminded him of his own first time, and how his quarterback crush-never-boyfriend had fucked him, then just patted him on the ass and fled the scene of his crime for the summer. The loneliness of the following weeks had driven Zolt to suicidal thoughts, but the worst thing of all was that he’d let the whole thing slide and rolled into the back of Brad’s car as soon as the bastard had returned into his life, offering more dick. He hadn’t complained or tried to chastise the fucker either, because that would have been the end of their pseudo-relationship. Brad didn’t like drama.