Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“You had me at Activate Kindness,” Ryan says.
Aside from being annoyed at having my morning BJ interrupted, I hate having surprise plans, but I’m not gonna say no to something that’s for a good cause.
“Me too,” I say. “But really, you couldn’t have texted this?”
“Maybe I wanted to see my friend who’s been squirreled away in this room for the past few weeks. I thought Ryan might’ve hidden your corpse in the walls.”
He’s being overdramatic since we bump into each other plenty. But since I’ve taken up Ryan’s dick as a hobby, I must admit I’ve been scarcer than usual.
“I’m only giving you hell, man,” Lance assures me. “It’s the end of the semester. I know everyone’s cramming for their projects and finals.”
Yeah, well, I can definitely say this month has been a lot more exciting than projects and finals, but I get his point, and I know my friend well enough to tell he’s a little sad.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. It’ll be fun, man.”
“Cool, man. And let’s try to make a little more time for each other.”
Again, I can tell he genuinely wants to spend more time with his buddies while we still have the chance. And he’s right. We need to take advantage of the time we have left.
“I will,” I insist. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy lately.”
“It’s cool, bro.” He offers a fist bump before heading off, and once I’ve closed the door, Ryan says, “That was pretty damn precious.”
He pushes to his feet. His cock isn’t as hard as when we were messing around, but still firm as fuck.
“I guess we have been a little selfish.” As he says that, he approaches, pulls back the waist of my boxers, and grabs my cock, perking me right back up. “We need to make sure we’re also spending time with our friends. This is our senior year anyway. And we don’t have much time left.”
“I think I’m in a little bit of denial about that,” I admit.
“Same. It’s hard to think that we’ll be moving on from all this soon.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes. And I wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking—that we’ve been taking advantage of whatever the hell this is because we know we only have so much time to continue experimenting with each other.
Ryan steps forward, cornering me at the door, his hand still around my cock. When my back’s against the wall, he goes down on his knees, dropping my boxers and licking up my shaft, getting it nice and thick again. My body trembles with anticipation for how this guy’s learned to work his mouth.
But he raises my boxers back up, then pushes to his feet. “Guess we need to get ready for class.”
“You seriously gonna leave me edging like that?”
He tilts his head back, like he’s putting that impressive jawline on display for me. “I kind of like the idea of edging you a little. Make you that much hungrier for me when you get home later.”
“Seriously?” I ask, unable to disguise my irritation, given how horny he’s made me.
“Oh yeah.” He heads to the bathroom, leaving me suspended in this state between arousal, confusion, and rage.
As he reaches the bathroom, he grabs a towel and starts toward me. “I’ll head to the communal shower to give you time to head out. That’s pretty considerate of me, right?”
“Still a fucking asshole,” I say as he opens the door, clearly not caring about covering that fat hard-on.
“Nothing wrong with edging you a little.” He takes hold of my cock and gives it another stroke, rubbing it in. “See you later, honey,” he teases with a wink.
“Honey?”
“You heard me.”
“Get the fuck out of here and take your shower.”
“Okay, see you tonight?”
“If that’s how I’m gonna get a BJ, I guess.”
He leans closer. “See you then.” He offers a quick peck on my lips…which I return without even thinking about it.
What the hell was that?
23
Ryan
I enjoy my time with Marty.
This isn’t like when I was first staying with him.
The fights.
The walking on eggshells.
The steadily intensifying resentment…between both of us, really.
I’ve successfully passed my probation period, and now Marty and I are playful, jokey even. Like when I first called him honey the other day. I went in for a peck, like someone who would say that to a boyfriend. I figured it’d be funny, but turns out, I liked it enough that now I keep doing it as a joke whenever one of us is about to head out, even demanding that he make sure to kiss me before he leaves, which we did this morning before heading over to the build Lance asked us about. A lot of the frats and sororities help out, especially when the housing project is running low on volunteers, so we recognize plenty of the people here, waiting in the front yard of what’s mostly a frame of two-by-fours and plywood. In a few minutes, the project coordinator will assign our responsibilities for the day.