Page 69 of Scoring Chance

I writhe under his touch, stroking his cock and pressing it harder against my ass.

“God, you’re beautiful, Tanner,” he whispers. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Being your husband.”

“I love being your husband.” My soul soars as the connection between us goes from strong to unbreakable.

But deep down, I know these are things being said in the heat of the moment. It’s the flip side of dirty talk. Romance talk. Love cosplay. The truth is Des doesn’t want a husband or a family. And yet…my heart can’t tell the difference. I let myself believe him, just for tonight.

I drift my hand farther south and cradle his balls.

Ball.

My hand freezes, and I yank it back, like I was caught in the cookie jar. The moment stops cold. Des rolls away from me. My back hits the cold sheets.

“I’m sorry,” I say, turning to face Des.

“Don’t be. I may have one ball, but I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll swear I have three.” He winks at me, and I can tell this is a line he’s used before with lovers. A way to ease the awkwardness and stay in control when someone discovers their suave one-night stand has one testicle.

Des doesn’t have to be brave with me. I held his hand during chemo, and he let me collapse into him when I lost my wife.

I bring my hand back to his crotch, holding his gaze. I cradle his ball and give him a nod that has thirty years of friendship behind it.

“What does it feel like?” he asks.

“Sexy.” The strangeness fades away, and I’m left with Des, same as ever.

“When I’m with other people, I usually have them avoid…that area. And I still can make them come.” His confident smirk slips for a beat. “People are either curious or horrified. Or they feel bad for me. I don't like people feeling bad for me.”

“I like it. It’s strong. Powerful. Virile.” I slink down and lick down his shaft to his scrotum. I play with it, soaking in the salty taste of him. “It’s proof that you beat cancer. You’re still standing. You fought back the cruelest disease on the planet and won. You’re full of power.”

I swirl my tongue around his ball. It’s another chapter in the story of Des, a tome I wish to keep reading. He lets out the guttural moan of someone finally able to enjoy an old sensation again.

“What does it feel like for you?” I ask.

“I don’t notice anymore. My sac has tightened up. Sorry if that’s graphic.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m still able to perform. Oddly enough, having one has made me much hornier. Maybe because I know I could lose it at any moment, so I have to keep using it.”

“Live every moment. Bust every nut.”

“I only think about it when other people notice. So I do what I can not to make them notice.”

I kiss along his scrotum. “I like noticing. I like knowing everything about you.”

We trade one of those silent looks that speaks volumes. Love and gratitude emanate from him. I travel back up his shaft and take his cock in my mouth, letting its heat and bitterness envelop me.

“You know you’re giving a blow job right now?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“First time you’re doing this.”

“Mm-hmm,” I say through strokes and slurps. “How am I doing?”

“You’re going to receive an effusive comment card afterward. How does it feel giving head for the first time?”

“I like it,” I say, smiling against his thick cock. I like that it’s Des’s cock I’m sucking, that we are closer than ever before.