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"Oh, like you’re any better. Mussolini wasn’t an angel."
"That was long ago and everyone’s forgotten. Your guy is ten times worse."
"It’s tough being a mobster these days."
"At least we have that we can agree on."
Roman pulls two bottles of vodka out of the depths of the swimming hole and hands one to me. "My caveman brother Maxim distilled this himself."
I tug my finger out of my hole and eye the vodka skeptically. "I’d love to know where that came from."
"Let’s say that in prison, I learned how to store things in very secret spots." Roman waggles his eyebrows. "I’m kidding. I stashed two bottles in here last week after Jericho and Bentley kept trying to steal my vodka. They wanted to make dirty juice boxes."
"Littles aren’t supposed to drink alcohol."
"That’s why I hid them. Daddies should always take preventative measures to keep their precious boys out of trouble."
I cross my hands behind my head. "I’ve got a problem. Do you mind listening?"
"Only if you don't mind if I beat off next to you." Roman pushes his hips up and his dick pokes above the water.
"We’re just two men in a swimming hole," I say. "Nothing wrong with that."
My own dick hardens again and soon, we’re both drinking and pumping our shafts lazily like guys always do when they’re watching sports or porn together.
"I’m obsessed with my son’s best friend," I lament, milking my rod. "I’m iffy about giving into my attraction because I don't want to screw up his relationship with my son."
Roman spits on his left nipple and pinches it. "Yeah, I feel you, dude. That’s a tricky situation to navigate."
"Dino is… everything to me. He’s my dream partner, my ultimate fantasy come to life. But I'd never forgive myself if we parted ways and Dino and Giosuè never spoke again."
"I think you should follow your heart for what it’s worth. That’s what I did with Bentley and it worked out wonderfully."
Roman squirts a load on his chin, groaning and sighing.
He closes his eyes, no doubt thinking about his precious boy.
I follow suit, shutting out the world and beating my shaft picturing Dino. "Yeah, Dino is pretty great. He’s a firecracker and I guess I shouldn’t run from my desires."
"No, you shouldn’t."
I punch Roman’s shoulder. "Thanks for the chat, dude. I feel better already."
"No problem, man."
I beat my shaft harder, but something strange happens.
No matter how I strangle my cock, it won’t come.
It softens and turns into a limp noodle.
Oh no—my erectile dysfunction is back.
"Shit." I slap my flaccid dick against my rock-hard abs. "Now, I’m really in trouble."
Roman hisses out a breath. "Sorry, man. What a problem."
That’s when I realize—the only times I’ve been able to come lately have been either with Dino or directly after he’s teased me.
