Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Hammer finished his beer in another series of gulps. Maybe he too was thirsty? “Wonder how he explained that to his wife.”
“An accident with the scythe?” Dex laughed. This was good. This was rapport.
Hammer rose with a smile on his lips and opened his belt, making Dex’s mouth water as if cake was about to be served. Heat rose to Dex’s face, his heart beat faster, and his tongue tied in his mouth.
Hammer walked up to the bucket in the corner and took the lid off.
Dex rose, even though his brain was buzzing loud enough to affect his balance. “Do you want me to…” He pointed to the door. “I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m perving on you…” He was so perving though. His uncle had called him a pervert and had been absolutely right. Dex was insatiable for new dick.
Hammer waved his hand and opened his fly as he stepped closer to the bucket. “Come on, I’m not afraid of you seeing my dick. In fact, we might as well get that out of the way,” he said and pulled out a soft yet long piece of meat. Was he a shower? Or did it grow even more when Hammer was erect?
Dex needed to hide his shortness of breath, so he had more beer, but was intent on not missing out on the view even if Hammer were to mock Dex’s obsession with dick with his biker buddies once his imprisonment was over. All the blood that had earlier throbbed in his heart, now drizzled to his crotch as he imagined sucking on that glorious tool until it got hard. Did Hammer rub some of that sexy cologne into the skin there or leave his scent all natural? He couldn’t wait to bury his nose in the dark pubes and find out.
“That’s real confidence right there. I don’t get guys who get so skittish around gays. Like, what am I gonna do? Jump you? What do they think? That a guy is gonna lose his mind because they whipped out their dick? I’ve got the same equipment, so it’s nothing new,” he babbled in an attempt to make things less weird after the splash of piss hitting the bucket echoed in the container.
And yet, Dex was most definitely losing his mind. His cock was the one at the reins.
Hammer was such a fine man and made even the most natural of things, from eating chips to pissing, interesting to watch. How was Dex not to react to such raw masculine energy?
“Don’t get that either. I think those kinds of men are just afraid of what’s inside them. It shows weakness,” Hammer said, shaking off the last few drops before putting his cock back in place.
Dex wasn’t a water sports kinda guy, but he would have licked the cockhead clean if asked for it.
He settled on tasting the beer instead. “Exactly. I’ve met guys who sometimes do gay stuff but call themselves straight and live a straight life. That’s cool too. Like, who is gonna tell them what to do with their dicks? Kinda ballsy if you ask me.”
Hammer sat on the floor close to the bars and sighed, staring somewhere past Dex. “Yeah. Live and let live, right? Gay and straight people don’t really differ that much anyway. I can see you also like horror,” he said, pointing at Dex’s T-shirt.
Bingo.
“Oh yeah? You too?” Dex grinned, looking down at the cartoon Pinhead. “I like the extreme ones. How about you? Got a favorite?”
Hammer’s mouth stretched into a smile, which made his dimples deepen as he leaned forward until dark hair obscured his eyes. “From the classics? Hostel. I like them gory.”
“Fuck yeah, Hostel!” Dex jumped out of his chair in excitement, but then got down to sit on the floor across from Hammer and clinked their beer cans through the bars. “I love that shit. My uncle says it’s brain rot, but he watches those classic action movies from the nineties as if they were his religion. I mean, The Predator has merit, but how is the exploration of human urges at their most primitive dumb?”
“I know, right? For a man his age, your uncle is really old-fashioned. It’s like he’s a boomer in the body of a forty-year old. How is living with him?”
"His fortieth is only next year. He'd be so pissed off if he heard you say that.” Dex shook his head and had more beer. “He tries to put a lid on me, but you can’t contain all this.” He moved his hands up and down in front of his body. “I’m a grown fucking man, and I gotta live my own life, you know? He thinks he’s giving me a job, but in reality, I’m just sticking around because I can see he needs a hand and can’t employ just anyone for this kind of shit.” Maybe it wasn’t exactly true, but he couldn’t look like a loser in front of a guy like Hammer. “I’m looking at my options, gaining experience.”