Page 70 of Snow Globe Secrets

“Didn’t we order three more?” Marty asked, though we most definitely had not.

“Jeez, Dad. Let me make some room at this table first.” Austin put his hand on my shoulder. Maybe it was the sheer number of empty beer bottles at the table, but I didn’t stiffen at his touch, instead looking up at him with moony eyes.

“You three know you are not currently in college, right? I’ve been to frat parties with fewer empties.” He squeezed my shoulder before cleaning up the table and taking off.

I pulled my phone out.

The Stranger: I am having a good time. Can you join us?

The Excuse: Nah. Promised to help super-hot thirst trap Preston close.

The Stranger: You heard that, huh?

The Excuse: And hated doing so on so many levels. My mom? Ogling Preston? Ew.

He sent me an image of a throwing-up emoji.

After one more round, Austin and Preston did join us. Austin sat next to me, and I didn’t mind. Our legs may have brushed once or twice or many, many times, and my hand may have brushed his under the table, giving it a squeeze before letting go. Preston may have noticed, but his look of shock quickly turned to a smile. Could it be that people would look at Austin and me and just see a happy couple and not question what a bright young man like him was doing with some old guy like me?

Steph and I sat in the back on the drive home, and the four of us trounced up the stairs together. On the landing, Austin gave both of his parents a good night hug as I lingered in the hallway outside the bathroom door. Stephanie definitely noticed me watching them, so as Austin walked toward me, I pointed. “Okay if I go first?”

“All yours, London,” he let slip even though as designated driver he wasn’t inebriated like the rest of us.

I received a text while in the bathroom.

The Excuse: Drunk Randall is adorable. Good thing we still have a case of IPA at your house to get though. I’m hiding in my room. Please don’t come say goodnight, I won’t be able to handle it.

I did go straight to my room, hearing Austin go in and out of the bathroom after me before I received his next text.

The Excuse: Tell me if you can hear me. I’ve always wondered if guests could.

I didn’t want to presume what he meant, but his next message made it crystal clear. It was an image of his cock, rock hard in his hand. A moan escaped me before I could stop it. After a centering breath, I replied.

The Stranger: Could you hear that? I gasped at the site of that image.

His reply was another picture, showing his hand apparently in motion.

The Excuse: I showed you mine …

Good Lord! It was one thing when we had the house to ourselves. I should type that. I should tell him that. Besides, I’d probably drunk too much for a man my age to be able to send a similar picture.

Except my hand didn't make it to my phone, finding its way down my pajama pants and grasping my … well, would you look at that. I levered up and pushed my pants down just enough, grabbing the phone then and sending Austin a naughty photo of my own.

I jumped up and found the lube I had stashed in my suitcase, returning to the bed, where I got immediately and frantically to work.

Before very long, I was able to answer Austin’s question.

I tore my hand away from my cock and threw off my T-shirt before cuing up to record a video on my phone, propping myself and the phone up so Austin could see my stiff cock. I began pleasuring myself again, remembering to speak softly so as not to disturb any other members of the house.

“I absolutely heard that, sweetheart, and now I’m picturing you coming.” It was all I could say as I continued to stroke myself, thinking about sharing the video with him. It didn’t take long despite the amount of beer in my system. I was proud of myself for remembering to shut off the video before saying out loud, “My God, Austin, look what you do to me.”

I sent it and slipped out to the bathroom, wiping my hands with the shirt I had taken off. Austin was exiting the room, shirtless as well, his phone in his hands and his pajama pants low on his hips, tenting again.

He looked at me, then quickly down the hall before reaching out to my happy trail. My eyes followed as he ran his finger through it.

“Missed a spot.” I had to bite my tongue as he brought the drop of cum to his mouth. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I can’t believe you sent me a video. I’m glad you could hear me. I’m gonna go listen to you again”—he waved his phone and used his other hand to bring mine to his crotch—“and go for round two.”

I couldn’t help myself then, a groan left me. Austin huffed a laugh from his spot near my ear and kissed behind it while squeezing my hand and his on his hardening cock.