Page 231 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
His hands continued to twist in his lap, sweat formed on his brow, and I would bet one hundred dollars if I lifted his arm there would be a pool formed on his light blue button-up shirt.
“I couldn’t get it up.”
I stilled. Not really what I was expecting to hear, and something I definitely didn’t want to talk about with Freddy. I barely knew what his favorite coffee was; I didn’t want to hear about his bedroom problems.
“Uh, well . . .” I was speechless.
“It was terrible,” he continued. “She took off her dress, revealing her tits to me, and nothing happened. Not even a twinge from my dick. Not even the slightest salute. I thought maybe if I motor-boated her, pressed my tongue against her nipple, something would stir up . . . but that didn’t do it either. She touched my dick and noticed I wasn’t hard; Then she dressed and ran.”
I sat there, stunned, not sure where to go with this. “Still don’t know what to say.”
“Then I got nervous that my dick was broken, so I quickly went to my computer and pulled up some of my favorite porn movies with James Deen in them, and settled into my chair. Within a few strokes, my dick was alert and ready to be smacked around.”
I cringed. “Fuck, dude. I don’t want to hear about you jacking off. Does that really seem like Monday morning talk? Let alone office talk?”
“I had to tell somebody.” He leaned forward. “Bro-mander in chief, I hit it hard and had a giant orgasm.”
I gave him a thumbs up. “Good for you, man. If you will excuse me—”
“You’re not hearing me. I couldn’t get it up with Tasha, but then I watched James Deen spray it on a chick’s tits, and I was coming harder than ever before. Dude . . . I’m gay.”
“I . . .” I paused and thought about what he just told me. “What?”
Freddy puffed his chest out and grabbed a rainbow flag from his pocket. He waved it in the air as if he was surrendering. “I’m waving my flag. I’m gay. You’re the first person I’m telling.”
“Wow.” I sat back in my seat, caught a little off guard. “That’s great, Freddy. I’m happy for you.”
“Really?” Freddy visibly relaxed in his chair and took a deep breath. He wiped his forehead and smiled. “Man, I thought you were going to ask me to leave.”
“Why the hell would I do that? Freddy, I don’t care what your sexual orientation is. Really doesn’t matter to me, as long as you’re happy.”
Freddy pursed his lips and nodded. He pointed at me and said, “I knew you would be cool about this. I just knew you would accept me. Come here, big guy.”
Circling my desk, Freddy pulled me up from my chair and embraced me, locking me in his titan-like grip.
“This makes me so happy,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re going to be my wingman. I need someone out there helping me scout the men.”
“I’d be glad to,” I answered him, talking into his shoulder.
Awkwardly, Freddy rubbed his head against mine, turning a man hug into something a little more, something I really wasn’t into. Thankfully, my phone rang, so I pushed away from him and straightened out my suit jacket.
“Uh, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to answer that.”
“You got it.” Freddy tucked his shirt into his pants and righted his belt. “Let me know when you want to go out. I’ve been doing a lot of research about the gay bar scene. I’m ready to make an impact on this community. Gay rights.” He put his fist in the air.
“Gay rights.” I mimicked.
Freddy pumped his chest twice and then pointed at me. “You’re my bro, Henry.”
“Yup, okay. I’m going to answer this now.”
Ducking out, Freddy left my office, making sure to close the door for privacy. I answered the phone and made a note on my desk to send some kind of coming-out present to Freddy. I had no clue if that was something people did, but I wanted to make sure Freddy felt accepted. Maybe some kind of guide to the New York gay scene.
“Hello?”
“Dude, you’re in for a treat,” Derk said.
I slouched in my chair and held on to my head. “What’s going on?”
