Me:About what?
Wes:Duh, about anal orgasms.
I groan into my hand, my dick hardening.
Wes:Babe?
Me:Shouldn’t you be reading about
non-surgical treatment techniques
instead?
Wes:Pft, already did. Are you aware that
the refractory period for an ass orgasm is
much shorter than for a dick orgasm?
Fuuuck.
Me:I didn’t
Wes:How wild is that, babe?
Me:It’s crazy.
Wes:What are you doing?
Me:Not much. Thought about doing
laundry.
Wes:Uhhh, want some company?
I smile.
Me:Sure, why not?
Wes:Cool! Meet you in 5. Don’t wear
briefs.
Chapter 21
Wes
I’msittingshirtlessatmy tiny kitchen table, sipping coffee after my run, when I call my mom. It’s been a couple of weeks since I reached out. Jett’s been quite the distraction—a sexy distraction. We’ve been fooling around for over a month, but we’ve only been serious about it for a couple of weeks.
It’s still a little weird to tell people I have a boyfriend after years of dating women, but it’s a good weird. Jett’s sexy, smart, and amazing. He’s slowly opening up more. The door hasn’t swung wide open, but it’s cracked just enough to let me in. I know that in time, he’ll open up even more. My feelings for him are growing by the minute as we grow closer. I feel at home with him, comfortable.
My family doesn’t know yet, except for what I told them the last time I visited. They have no idea Jett and I are exclusive. But that’s not the only reason for my call.
“H-h-hello, W-Wes.”
“Hey, mamasita! Long time no hear. Sorry, I haven’t called in a while. Been busy.”
“Y-your f-f-f…. Fine. How a-are y-you?”
