Page 11 of Jack Frosting

“Are you okay?”

“Did I black out?”

“I think you hit your head on the…”

“Cock milker?” I remembered.

“So you saw that?”

I sat up. “Kind of hard to miss. Whoa.” My head swam.

“We should take you to the ER. You lost consciousness. I don’t think we should take any risks.”

I noticed my shorts were still low, the white bulge of my jock clearly visible. Something I couldn’t remedy sitting on the floor.

“I’m not sure that’s necessary.”

He insisted on helping me, so I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up.

“Before we go, I should explain.”

Suck my balls.

At the same time, we both realized the porn was still playing. Clayton dashed over to the wall and fumbled around for a bit before the screen went dark.

I pulled my shorts back up with his back turned and tried to figure out what to say. “You don’t have to explain anything. I shouldn’t have come in here. It was private.”

He chuckled, which allowed me to release a sigh of relief. “It’s not entirely your fault. I can see why you were curious, and I could’ve been honest.” Clayton ran his hand through his hair. “I obviously can’t let Henry find this, so if it’s ever unlocked again, would you mind making sure the room is empty and then lock it?”

“Can do.” I hastily made my way out of the room, but he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Hold up. God, this is embarrassing.” He half-mumbled. “I need to wipe off your sneaker.”

I looked down and saw that I had left a partial cum-print with each step of my right foot. “Oh!”

“Though I’m not sure there’s much left.”

“There was quite a bit. Shit, I don’t know why I said that.”

I watched him grab a small towel out of a cabinet, walk over to me, and bend down, so I lifted my shoe for him for him to wipe.

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” he said without making eye contact. “Do you want to change before going to the hospital?”

“Still on about that?”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“What about Henry?” I countered.

“I’ll text Eli and Gareth.”

“You rely on them a lot.”

“Don’t change the subject. We’re going to the hospital.”

“Hi, Mr….Boner?”

“It’s Bonner,” I corrected the doctor.