Page 13 of Lau Ahi
“Hmmm.”
He had the small tablet in his hand and I knew he was reviewing my rapid STD test the same way I’d done his before I walked inside. The rules of the club stated that you had to review and sign a waiver for playing with any new partners. No names were provided but you had to sign before you walked into the room they occupied. You could do so at your own peril but that removed any liability from the club if you contracted something before the test results came back. That was what had taken me so long to get here. Not that I wanted to appear eager either way. He tossed the tablet back on the bedside table and then lay back satisfied with what he’d seen.
“Questions?”
“None.”
His response was almost curt and I wondered what he’d seen that he didn’t like. I was on the pill, had an IUD and it had been so long since I’d had sex with someone other than myself that my hymen would’ve reattached if it weren’t for toys. He had no way of knowing that but since the idea was nowhere on my radar, I doubled up on preventative methods. Hell, I was on PREP and had been since I joinedExplicit. I walked toward him eager to see if he would live up to the task of completely giving up control the way he said he would.
The loose-fitting pants he wore were no match for the monster that had been resting happily between his thighs. The longer we spoke the larger it grew until it was more than tenting the front of his bottoms. It looked like it was battling to break free and instead of letting it continue on in vain, I slowly untied the knot that kept the pants in position. I assumed his willingness to be submissive meant I could touch him but Iprobably should’ve asked first. My manners were gone thwarted by my desire to explore.
I’m really no better than a man. Is this what lust reduces you to?
This man’s form was just as impressive lying down as it was when he was standing and I wanted to explore every inch of him. Despite how one side of my brain was looking at this from a purely scientific standpoint, the other was looking at it from a lustful one and I think she was the one who was running the show.
I let my fingers brush the silk-covered flesh, watching as goosebumps erupted along the exposed skin of his stomach. He still wore the tight-fitting shirt but it had shifted to expose the little happy trail when I adjusted his pants. If I hadn’t been paying attention I would’ve missed it because this man didn’t show an outward hint of emotion at my movements.
But it was good to know how I affected him.
I hooked a finger into his waistband and stretched it until it was no longer cinched tightly at his waist. With the slackened fabric clutched in my fingers, I pulled it back to free his erection. When my eyes finally beheld what he’d been shielding I had to stop my mouth from dropping in shock.
“I didn’t think you were the type that needed help.”
“Help?” His voice was still deep and the weight made it echo in the silent room but I could hear a humored curiosity in his tone.
“Normally these types of things are done because mere flesh can’t satisfy their partner. Am I to believe that’s not the case with you?”
He huffed a laugh before running his hand, which I realized was massive like the rest of him, along the head of his dick.
“I lost a bet. This was the recompense.”
“You lost a bet and decided to play with your manhood?”
This was proof that the part of our second chromosome that held common sense was deleted from men to form their Y. The idea of mutilating genitalia on a dare was disgusting to me. But he saw no issue with it.
What a ridiculous use of free will.
“I’m a man of my word,ipo.”
A word from another language I wasn’t familiar with but I wasn’t going to question it. It would give me too much insight on him and a clue for me to find him after he messed up my world. And I was sure that’s what he was about to do.
I watched as he continued to stroke himself unbothered by my presence.
“And what is this called?”
“A Jacob’s ladder.” His fingers strummed up the bars of his length like they were the keys on a piano.
My head tilted and I knew that my Ethiopian brethren held the world’s oldest bible and no passage mentioned a pierced dick. “Isn’t that supposed to be biblical?”
“It is biblical in one sense. I can attest that many people have been close to heaven because of it.”
I recoiled at the thought of just how many people had enjoyed it but kept my feelings to myself. I had no room to judge anyone for anything but something reacted to the idea of other people enjoying him.
“I thought Jacob’s ladder was supposed to be a reflection of being a straight path,” I glanced down at the obvious deviation from that before glancing back toward the shadowy space where his eyes were. Since we were closer and I could look down at him the shadows had cleared leaving his eyes exposed to mine. Even in the darkness they seemed to glow like two topaz-colored gems.
“I consider this curve a blessing from God. If you ever experience it you can let me know if you concur.”
“And how does this go? You pull out your metallically enhanced dick and I’m supposed to sit on it and give you pleasure?”
