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I peeked into the bag and quickly shut it. Jay laughed hard and clutched his stomach. The envelope had my thong and my phone inside. I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry that he’d given me back the underwear.
I know what I need.
Jay was right. I needed a man-distraction. A man to distract me from everything Griff. Someone to relieve some of the sexual tension that made me pop a boner at the thought of him handling my phone.
“Jay, stop laughing for a minute and help me.” I dug out my cell phone and unlocked it. I had a couple of messages—one from a coworker inviting me to a house party. That type of party I could do.
“Help you with what?”
“A hookup app.”
“Huh?”
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s been too long and I need to get laid.”
“I’m not sure a hookup app is right for you, Scott.”
“Fine. Google has the answers I need anyway.”
I opened the browser and typed into the search bar. A couple of the names of hookup apps were in my head, but I needed the absolute best. The one time I’d tried dating online, I’d attracted all sorts of people who were into things I wasn’t. One wanted me to constantly send him pictures of my feet. I’d made the mistake of sending him a photo once thinking he was joking. Apparently he’d fallen in love with me because of my feet and wanted photos constantly. I’d not only blocked him but then rescinded my membership and swore never to date anyone online again.
Not looking for a date. Just a hookup so technically I was keeping my promise to myself.
All I needed was to find the right guy to rock my world for one night, leaving me wrecked and incapable of thinking about Griff. Did such a man even exist?
9
GRIFF
Scottie was avoiding me. It’d been a week now, and he didn’t answer any of my calls. When he was home, he was often around Jay, so I couldn’t spring a surprise visit on him. I might not have cared when I was just released from prison, but given Jay’s unwillingness to meet me and reconcile, Scottie was the only one I had. I couldn’t hurt him too by being inconsiderate and outing his secret to Jay that all this time, Scottie had been feeding me information about him.
Although that was moot, given much of the information was utter bullshit anyway.
I should be mad at him for filling my head with all that nonsense while I was in prison, but how could I be upset with him? It was impossible. I already couldn’t get him out of my head. Or the flushed tip of his cock as he jerked himself off while I watched him. No way he could try to convince me after that that he was a mousy, unadventurous boy. Scottie was wild, but felt he needed to repress himself.
I trusted those fantasies he’d shared with me while I was in prison. He liked being dominated in bed. For his partner to use him and leave him too spent to even move. How much he must have been holding all that in for him to spew it on paper to a stranger? Technically, those letters should never have made it to me either. They were too sexual, but the correctional officers got a kick out of Scottie’s letters.
Did he realize they checked every letter he wrote me before they ended up in my hands?
I tugged my shirt over my head and walked into my bedroom, hot and sweaty from the day spent working construction. It was a hard hit starting from the bottom, but I’d done it before, so I knew it was possible. All I needed was motivation. I would make something of myself so Jay could be proud to know his old man was more than an ex-convict. And Scottie… he wouldn’t need to think of me as a loser to whom he needed to offer housing.
I didn’t want Scottie to regret contacting me all those years ago and giving me a chance.
Ringing his phone again was futile. The call rang several times before it went to voice mail. Having left him two already to call me back, I didn’t bother to leave a third.
Read his message loud and clear, Griff. He doesn’t want anything to do with you.
I hit the shower, keeping the water cold to cool off from working all day under the scorching sun. As the soap washed off my body down the drain, my mind flashed on Scottie and the way his skin had turned flush when he’d come, his lips parting to show his pink tongue. A tongue I wanted to lap the cum from my cock.
Was I brave enough to feed him my cock with those braces of his? Was he a good little cock sucker? I palmed my erection. His mouth would need to stretch wide to fit around my shaft. Only a handful of those I’d fucked ever tried to deepthroat me and even less had succeeded.
Why had I waited so long to fuck someone since leaving prison?
I turned off the shower and soaped my hand. Closing my eyes, I pictured Scottie’s bare ass when he’d bolted off the bed. Pictured my cock sliding into his hole and taking him from behind. Gripping his hair. No, he liked it missionary, so he could see his partner’s face when they fucked. He enjoyed having a hand around his throat, squeezing until he was red in the face and had to tap out.
He was so little. How would he look taking my enormous cock? Would he scream? I wanted him to scream. I wanted his eyes to flood with tears spilling down his cheeks while he let me slake my thirst on him. I wanted him to brave through whatever pain he might initially feel until he was riding the waves of pleasure for me.
Fuck.
