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“Hey, no time like the present.” Zeeb went outside to make his call.
“You think Sol will want to come with us?” Butch wasn’t sure how he felt about Zeeb’s idea, and he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what was bugging him.
“He doesn’t have to say yes if he doesn’t want to,” Teague said with a shrug. “He might get a kick out of it. And if Zeeb feels comfortable enough to want to invite him, I think that says a lot.”
Zeeb burst in through the door. “Toby says go for it,” he announced, beaming.
Teague pointed to Butch. “Get Butch to call him. He’s got Sol’s number.”
Zeeb’s eyebrows shot up. “Yeah? Oh, right, you two went to high school together. I forgot. Call him, see what he says.”
Butch laughed. “You mean now, don’tcha?” He shook his head and went outside. He strolled over to the paddock to his favorite leaning spot and took his phone out.
You got a minute?
A moment later, the phone rang.
“Are you still talking to me after yesterday? I thought you might be pissed about the texting.”
“I was,” Butch admitted. “Until that last message. I couldn’t stay pissed at you after that. But that’s not why I’m calling.” He outlined Zeeb’s plan, and his invitation.
“I’ve only been to a casino once. It was a charity event, and it was a lot of fun. Are you going?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, then I’ll go too.” He paused. “Actually, I was going to call you this evening. Something I wanted to ask you, especially after our last… exchanges.”
“Oh Lord, do I wanna hear this?”
“How do you manage to jerk off when you share a room with all those guys?”
“Quietly,” Butch said with a grin. “There’s always the bathroom. In the shower first thing in the morning works for me. Any other time of the day, then it’s a little more complicated. I usually wait until everyone’s asleep.”
“How often do you jerk off? If you don’t mind answering such a personal question.”
“I think we already covered that last week. Depends. Sometimes it could be every two days, sometimes more like three or four. Nothing like when I was a horny teenager. Getting older sucks.”
“I hear ya.”
“So why are you asking? You writing a psychological profile of the sexual habits of cowboys?”
“I spend a lot of my time asking subs about how often they come. Sometimes, when I’m planning a scene, I tell a sub he can’t come for a day or two.”
That one word threw him for a second.
“Sub… that’s a submissive, right?”
“You know the word?”
“Toby might’ve mentioned it. So… you get to tell your sub he isn’t allowed to come?” Butch snorted. “Good luck with that. Why would anyone agree to that?”
“Because when they do come, the waiting makes it so much more intense, more… voluminous.”
“Nowthere’sa big word.”
“So I was thinking… would you like to try it?”
Butch blinked. “Me?”
