Page 42 of Dreams and Reptiles

“Okay, one more kiss,” he said, “and then it’s off to bed so it can hurry up and be tomorrow.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks that way.”

The “one more kiss” lasted another fifteen minutes, and I’d just gotten Kendall’s fly open when we broke apart. He held me by the biceps as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m going to say good night and let go of you or else I’m done for.”

“I’m going to head right upstairs and into my shower to take care of this,” I said, stepping back and adjusting my painfully hard dick in my pants. “I can’t wait to take you with me tomorrow night.”

He grinned as he fastened his pants. “Good night, Francis.”

“It was a good night.”

We backed away from each other, neither wanting to separate, until I stumbled over my feet.

“Careful, baby. You gotta be able to dance with me tomorrow night.”

“Baby.” I sighed, pressed my hand to my chest and spun around. I belted out the lyrics to “Drunk in Love” until I was upstairs in my shower doing exactly what I told him I’d do.

CHAPTER

TEN

Kendall

I floated through the next day with cartoon eyes—at least that’s what Roger said when I ran into him in the pharmacy, shopping for the same things I was.

“Aw, shit, it’s happening, huh?”

“Lower your voice,” I said to him, unable to hide my smile. “The possibility has been agreed upon.”

Roger rubbed his hands together. “All right, all right. You’re gonna need the good stuff. Water-based is best⁠—”

“It hasn’t been that long,” I said. Then a thought occurred to me. “It has been that long with someone who, uh⁠—”

“Was born closer to the two thousands than the late nineteen hundreds?”

I blew out a breath and dropped my head. “Yeah. That. The last guy I dated was older than me,” I said. “What else should I know?”

“Did you two talk about role preferences?”

I want to ride your fireman pole. “We did, yep.”

“Good, because not all guys are into penetrative⁠—”

“We cleared that up, thanks. Anything else?” As much as I loved Rog and Arnie, they were into some interesting, advanced shit that I didn’t think would come up with Francis, at least not yet. God, what if he expected other things that I had no clue about?

“There’s a whole lot of things. Like, is he into toys, is he into kink⁠—”

“I think those are topics for later negotiations. Thanks, though.”

“Sure, sure. I gotchoo.” He looked me up and down. “You got something nice to wear tonight?”

“I… maybe? I was going to wear my black Levi’s, a collared shirt⁠—”

“Dude. No slacks? You got dress shoes?”

“Only for my dress uniforms, and I hate them.”