Page 37 of Jack Frosting

“Don’t put all your dildos away.”

“Wh-what?”

“Sorry, another joke. I promise to behave the rest of the night,” Jack said, heading out of the play room. “And if not, maybe you can spank me?” he yelled from his bedroom.

His ass was so fucking plump, I hoped he misbehaved.

I slipped my briefs back on and grabbed the rest of my clothes. Before heading up the stairs, I called out, “See you in a few.”

Thank God I went upstairs before Jack. I had clothes everywhere. I spent the first few minutes just throwing anything and everything in the hamper.

Jesus!

I jumped practically ten feet in the air when Jack grabbed me from behind.

“There I go, scaring you again.”

“Sorry,” I said, turning around. “I was-”

“Too busy cleaning up your bedroom that you didn’t have to because I already know how messy you leave the kitchen?”

I rolled my eyes on the inside, but smiled. “Henry’s the messy one.”

“I wouldn’t be offended by your dirty laundry. Maybe I’m one of those guys that likes smelling other dudes’ sweaty jockstraps?”

“Are you one of those guys?” I asked.

“Depends on the guy.” Jack winked. “So, are these briefs your pajamas?”

“I, uh, actually sleep naked.”

“Of course you do.”

I finally had a moment to process what he was wearing: a black t-shirt and flimsy gray pajama bottoms that left little to the imagination. “You might as well be naked. I can see it.”

“Does that bother you?”

“What do you think?”

“Just wanted you to know where it was in case you wanted to play with it.”

“I think I know where to find it,” I said, brushing my fingers against it through the fabric.

“Don’t get me all riled up again. I’ve still got your load inside of me.” Jack moved past me, away from the doorway, so I closed it behind him out of habit. “I knew it would be tasteful.”

“What?” I asked.

“Your bedroom.” He walked over to my bed. “Is your headboard leather?”

I nodded. “Yup.”

“Interesting.”

“What can I say? I like the smell.”

“I bet you do, you kinky fucker.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “So I don’t see a television. Where is it?”

I walked to the opposite side of the bed, grabbed the remote and hit the button to lower it from the ceiling.