Page 44 of Jack Frosting

“He wore a hole in the floor pacing,” Henry added.

Jack’s smile broadened.

“He’s exaggerating.”

“Sorry if I worried you. I kind of left in a rush. One of your neighbors asked for my help looking for her dog.”

“Did you find it?” Henry and I asked at the same time.

“Yes…and no. I didn’t technically find him. Eli found him in their garage.”

“Was it Bear?” I asked.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

Henry took off his jacket and retreated upstairs.

“Not the first time,” I said, following Jack into the kitchen. “Want me to make some hot cocoa?”

“Please and thank you. I’m freezing.”

I couldn’t resist. “I know something else that’ll warm you up.”

“Oh yeah?” Jack slid his body behind mine.

I could feel his hard dick pressing against me.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jack said, “but I’m afraid it’s shrunk my dick to almost nothing.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but he grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front of his pants. Within the confines of what I assumed was a jock, I felt cold metal and then his balls. They were tight – not shocking considering the outside temperature.

“Well, I can tell you’re cold, but what exactly is going on down there?”

“For someone with a sex dungeon, I’m shocked you don’t know,” Jack teased. “I guess you’ll find out later…if I’m invited up again.”

He was basically inviting himself, but leaving it up to me. It was a win-win…it seemed. “Is it a cockring?”

Jack smirked, then took a sip of his cocoa. “Mmmm. So yummy.”

“If I must have you again tonight to solve this mystery, then so be it.”

“It’s not a cockring.”

Jack: Is it safe yet?

Clayton: If you’re quiet.

Jack: I’ll be sure to wear my cymbal shoes.

Not wanting to seem too eager, I stayed on the bed. My hard dick, however, had no qualms about proclaiming its neediness. The tent in my boxers would leave very little to Jack’s imagination.

A minute or two later, Jack was slowly closing the door behind him. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“This feels like I’m sneaking around my parents’ house,” he whispered.

“Did you do that often?”

Jack crossed the room and crawled onto the bed, covering me with his body. “Maybe,” he said before nuzzling my chin to the side, giving him a clear path to my neck.