Page 18 of All of Us

DUSTY

What are you up to tonight?

The last message was left unread. I knew he would get back to me when he had a chance.

I ordered dinner and thought about all the ways I could make Joe comfortable when we traveled. The fact that his brother really wanted us to share a room was icing a very sexy Joe-cake.

At 10:30 p.m., I hadn’t heard from Joe, which meant I probably wouldn't talk to him again until Sunday morning. I had no idea why he was on my mind so much. We had a concert tomorrow evening and would return to Titanburg afterward. The Wilsons didn’t like being away from home more than necessary. We usually flew home on Sunday after the second show. When we landed, I’d offer to take some steaks over to Joe’s, and we could grill. After we ate, I could give him a little practice with his blow job skills.

I slept until 9:00 a.m., because we didn’t have to be to the venue until 1:00 p.m. My job was to make sure that Mont and Arthur had everything they needed. Other people did the heavy lifting, like making sure the venue was ready, and wrangling the other members of the band. I took care of Mont, his husband, and their dragons.

I checked social media for anything involving the band and was pleasantly surprised to find a few messages from Joe.

JOE

Didn’t see this. Until now. Sorry.

Having dinner with a friend.

I looked at the message, and something weird happened in my chest. Was he having dinner with the cowboy he went riding with the other day? Are they getting close?

Something about it made me feel weird, like he was mine, but I also wanted to know what they would do. Will they kiss? Will they touch each other? My sweet Joe being with someone else excited me in ways that were probably not ‘normal’, but it definitely aroused me.

It was easy to conjure up an image of Joe on his knees while he took another man into his mouth. I’d love to watch someone use him for their pleasure. My hand slid under the covers, and I stroked myself slowly like I would when I watched them. Would they let me join? The idea was crazy, but thinking about me guiding a cock into his mouth, showing him how to pleasure someone. I was rock-hard thinking about him and his cowboy.

I squeezed my shaft, and was surprised how quickly I felt that tightening in my groin. Joe gagging while this faceless guy choked him was too much, too fast. My orgasm hammered into me, and I cried out at the intensity.

Well, shit, that was new. I’d never given cuckholding much thought, but the idea sparked something inside me. Joe wasn’t the type to be in that kind of situation, but the thoughts of it were hot as fuck. I hoped he would tell me details if he hooked up with the man he was spending time with.

Chapter seven

JOE

I had no idea why I was so nervous. It was probably because even though we didn’t specifically say that this was a date, it was the first time I’d ever dated. Yesterday, he was most definitely flirting, and it felt like he contacted me today because he was interested.

Was I misreading this completely?

Why is this so hard? When I looked at the clock, I realized I barely had time to get dressed. Time got away from me since my last client had been nervous and we had to work through his worries. There were also the twenty minutes that I paced around my bedroom trying to decide what I should wear. Now he would be here in five minutes, and I was wearing only a towel.

Would it be wrong to answer only in a towel? I smirked at my own thoughts.

I grabbed a pair of well-worn jeans and pulled them up my legs right as the doorbell rang. As I rushed toward the door, I grabbed a button-down and slipped it over my shoulders, then opened the door.

“Hi.” I knew I was smiling a little too brightly.

Gentry’s eyes went comically wide, and I watched his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He looked amazing, but he was staring at me with his mouth open. I looked down at myself and wondered if something was wrong. My shirt was completely open, my torso on display, and my jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned. I wasn’t a bodybuilder, but I kept myself in shape—I was very much on display for Gentry right now. While he looked me over, I took further inventory of how I was dressed. I wore no shoes or socks, and it was obvious a wore no underwear. Did I want him to know that? This was one hell of a first impression.

“Oh, fuck. I am so sorry. Come in.” I turned around and got myself put together.

“Hi.” He said while my back was turned. “And please do not apologize for what I just experienced. It was glorious.”

I turned around and smiled. That was flirting, even I recognized it. “Well then, I am most certainly not sorry.”

He chuckled, and I liked how it sounded. “I brought cheeseburgers and Mrs. Wilson’s magic muscle ointment.”

“Why don’t we eat in the living room, and then we can work on my sore muscles. All kidding aside, I can’t believe how sore I am. You weren’t joking.”

“I told you.” He said before taking a bite of his burger, letting out a soft moan. My body responded to the sound.