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“You ready, boy?”
“Come in me, mister. Claim my ass.”
“Fuuucccckkkk,” I yelled, releasing a load unlike any I’d experienced. I knew it was Chad, but the whole role-play thing had me at another level of pleasure.
Chad’s entire body stiffened as his dick unloaded between us, the friction of our grinding getting him there. “Oh, yeah,” he cried. “So good, mister. So good.”
Our mouths met, and we kissed passionately. Aggressively at first, before tenderness took over, and we held one another tightly as our breathing regulated. I was totally spent from the unexpected scene I’d just participated in.
“Damn, that was hot,” I whispered in his ear, rolling over and pulling him on top of me. “Incredible.”
Chad smiled down at me, his hair almost touching my eyes. “I love you, mister,” he whispered.
My eyes widened before I remembered we were role-playing. “We’re still playing, right?” I asked.
He lovingly smiled at me. “Nope. This is me.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: Chad
“Hello, Perry,” I said, giggling at his surprised voice when he answered. “Long time, Mr. Jackson.”
“Well, son-of-a-bitch, if it isn’t my second favorite human,” he replied. “To what do I owe such a pleasure as a call from Mr. Sunshine himself?”
“Was just thinking about you lately,” I said. “Actually, I was talking about you with someone special last night. Were your ears ringing?”
“You still talking smack with Jack?” he joked.
“I wish, but Jack’s been quiet lately,” I reported. “But I am speaking with someone very close to Jack.”
Perry laughed. “Dead or alive?” he quipped.
“This man is very much alive,” I said. “And sort of the reason I’m calling.”
“And, of course, color me interested. Business or pleasure, kiddo?”
I moved out of the sight line of my food truck and to a picnic table at a neighboring truck. I didn’t have anything to hide, but I felt it might look odd if customers who knew me thought I wasn’t helping out at my own truck. There’d been a break in business, so I took the time to make a call to Perry. He’d been on my mind ever since Cole told me the story of how he’d first met Perry when Jack introduced them.
“This call is pleasure, my friend,” I replied. “I’m calling about one Mr. Cole Hicks.”
I heard him smack something, perhaps a desktop. “I frikken’ knew it!” he exclaimed.
“You knew what?” I asked.
“I knew Jack was up to his old tricks when Cole called me a couple of months ago out of the blue.” He chuckled to himself. “Oh my God, I knew it. Cole told me he was moving to Virginia Beach soon after you told me you were heading home for the summer. I hadn’t spoken to Cole in nearly three years or so. Coincidence? Oh, hell no.”
“I’m not sure Jack is on this one, Perry,” I stated. “Kind of a lot of dead air on my end.”
“Okay. Yeah, whatever, kid. So why do you want to talk to me about Cole Hicks?”
After hearing the question, I suddenly felt that my call was wrong and out of order. Was I going behind Cole’s back for information about him? Was this fair or a smart place to start a relationship? Why was I unconvinced about my good fortune meeting Cole?
The casual story about Cole being introduced to Perry was sweet, and the connection Cole spoke of gave me a good feeling about him. The connection and their friendship gave me the idea to call. But now I hadn’t considered how that call could be perceived.
“You know what?” I asked. “Maybe I shouldn’t have called about Cole. I suddenly feel like I’m sneaking behind his back. Like I’m looking to find something bad about him.” I glanced at the beach, feeling guilty. Why was I doing this?
“You two forming something?” Perry inquired.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I told him I loved him last night.”
