Page 66 of His Choice

“Oh sure, threaten me with violence, but you let Daryl mock you without consequence,” he replied. “You should have taken that stupid riding crop of his and shoved it up his ass. Though he might have enjoyed it, I suppose.”

“And who would have been the one who got hurt out of that?”

He smirked. “I’m thinking him. It wasn’t like it was lubricated.”

“You know what I mean.” I turned on my side to face him. “I would have been booted from the show. Even if I had yelled at him and created a scene, everyone would have asked why. Then Daryl would have told them it was because he laughed at my little penis. Yeah, that would have been a wonderful outcome for me.”

Aaron frowned. “Like anyone would have believed him.”

I rolled again onto my back. “Except it’s true. You said it yourself.”

He titled his head so he could make eye contact with me. “I tease you, Mikey. But now I see that my comment bothered you. I’m sorry. But I meant it when I said a big dick wouldn’t look good on you.” Aaron sighed when I didn’t respond. “I never actually saw your cock, remember? I was just being a dope, trying to needle you. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about, and Daryl was just being a creep.”

“You saw me in underwear,” I corrected. “And you weren’t impressed.”

“I didn’t see a large bulge,” he clarified. “But that doesn’t mean you’re small either. You said you’re average and you’re a grower, so don’t let my dumbass joke get to you. I should have remembered how you have an exaggerated, critical view of things when it comes to your looks.”

“What if this time I don’t? What if Cliff does choose me, then he’s turned off that I’m not big enough?” I grimaced as I imagined a humiliating scene where the man undressed me just to curl his lip in disgust.

“Then he’s not the guy you think he is,” Aaron answered. “Here you are, ready to accept his hairy ass.”

I snorted. “I said if he has a hairy ass…”

“Hmph.” He crossed his arms. “You’ve seen that guy’s chest, arms and legs. I’m guessing he has some on his butt.”

I hadn’t thought about that, but the realization that it increased the odds only confirmed that I really didn’t care. The man was so handsome, and I liked his furry pecs. “Maybe. But you have a little on your chest—and you have even more on your forearms and legs. I didn’t see any on your butt, though. So, you never know.”

Aaron glanced at me, a smirk on his face. “Way to admit that you were staring at my ass when you barged in on me earlier. I knew you did that on purpose.”

My mouth opened. “No, I didn’t. I swear!”

He chuckled. “It’s fine. Like I told you, I see guys naked at the gym all the time. And they see me. I don’t have the complexes you have. Is it because of your dick again? You know, I don’t think others in the locker room are paying that much attention. You really should start to shower there, then you won’t be sweating all the way home.”

I might have been able to undress in public if Aaron wasn’t there. The truth was that it was his possible reaction that had always stopped me. Even though I knew nothing would ever happen between us, I still liked to believe his kind words when he told me I was attractive. I had never wanted him to stop because he’d seen more of me and decided he had been mistaken.

“But we’d see each other naked,” I blurted. “That would be weird, right?”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “You’ve seen me in a jock. You’ve memorized the visible penis line and every pore on my butt so you can recall the images for future jackoff fantasies. I think we’re past that.”

“Shut up!” I laughed. “You’re such a jerk.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, right. You were so awestruck that you fainted outside the booth.”

I crossed my arms. “I didn’t faint! I fell from backing away so fast. I didn’t want to have nightmares tonight.”

“Oh, you’ll be dreaming all right,” he teased. “I’m feeling violated. I should report you at work.”

“Dope,” I muttered.

After a couple of moments of silence, Aaron turned back on his side to face me. “You know, it’s okay if you think I’m attractive. I’ve told you that you are.”

“I… Thank you. Yes, you are good looking, Aaron. Very. Remember, I told you that once before? I just don’t bring it up because I don’t want you to think I’m creeping on you. Busting in on you this afternoon really was an accident.”

He nodded. “I know that.”

“And you don’t need my affirmation about your looks,” I added. “You know what you’ve got. People mention it all the time. You’re the only one who ever tells me that I’m cute, though.”

He shook his head. “That’s not true. Cliff did. People at work have said it, too. You just don’t listen. It’s like your hearing is on some frequency that only receives negative comments. Didn’t Moldy ever tell you that you’re handsome?”