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)
Cora wasn’t a problem, since she thought they were a couple anyway, and if Dex told anyone, his words would be brushed off as the kid’s fantasy. Hammer grabbed a towel and wet it enough to wipe the dry blood off his chest.
“Did Cora give you a change of clothes? I don’t wanna freak her out by walking around naked,” Dex said, making quick work of washing.
“She’s seen more dicks than you. I’m sure no naked man can freak her out, especially one who isn’t at all interested in her,” Hammer sniggered and stepped closer to the steamed-up plexiglass, still unsure how to feel about the strange game he and Dex were playing. And yet he was already annoyed that the steam and the texture of the plexiglass were denying him a view he felt entitled to.
“Just trying to be a gentleman!” Dex raised his hands and laughed. How he stayed so positive despite being a hostage and getting his ass beat raw was anyone’s guess, but it probably had a lot to do with the fact that his pea brain could only focus on a few things at a time.
Dex was stroking his body everywhere, and at some point his fingers dove into the crack of his ass, moving up and down until Hammer reimagined them as his own. Would the hole of a guy feel the same as a woman’s? What about their mouth? The body might look different and feel more solid, but if Hammer closed his eyes during penetration of some kind, would he feel that much of a difference?
He couldn’t deny being curious, and since this was such a unique opportunity, away from his biker brothers, did it make sense to deny himself?
“Gentlemen are overrated.”
Dex poked his finger at the glass. “This right here. I once went to hook up with this guy, he sat me on his sofa next to a set of teacups, and then he asked me if he could suck me. Like, what? I came over to fuck. Was he afraid I have some mouth-on-dick phobia? It all went downhill from there, and then his aunt came home, and we’d stuffed cum-filled tissues in her teacups. I had to leave through the window, and after all that bullshit, he messaged me to ask if he wasn’t too rough on my ass. What the hell? The guy’s fuck-pace was like slow R’n’B, and he was three inches tops.”
That was a very convoluted piece of too much information. “Kinda assumed you’d come up with something hotter than whatever this was,” Hammer heard himself saying as he stood right next to Dex, watching him through the steamed up glass, which provided just enough anonymity to embolden him into crossing his usual boundaries.
Dex turned in the jasmine-scented fog. "This is real life here, not fodder for your spank bank. If you want a hotter story, you just have to ask. This one time, I got caught shoplifting, but it was this shady part of town, and one of those guns and prepping stores filled with conservative dudes getting ready for the apocalypse. Anyway, I was borderline ready to call Frank, but that would have been a fucking embarrassment, so when the guy took me to the back, and I shit you not, they had a basement made for this purpose specifically, I tried my luck feeling him out. My gaydar’s all over the place, but you never know. This bastard had a massive red beard, a hundred pounds on me, and a mean grip, but I’m not easily scared, and can lie my way out of shit.
“So in this creepy-ass holding cell of a basement, he’s got posters of bare-chested guys posing with their guns. I think to myself, that it’s a bit weird, but guys like him often have boners for guns, so whatever. But then…” Dex gave Hammer a knowing look and wiggled his eyebrows. “He pats me down, claiming he needs to check if I stole anything else, from one word to another, he’s doing a strip search, I end up bent over his desk, I, obviously, get a boner, ‘cause he’s this big bad bastard in camo, and let’s be honest, by that point he’s not searching but fucking me with his fingers. I’m pretty enterprising, so I see this as an opportunity. I said I was sorry, and that I only stole the bullets to get his attention. Risky, I know, but he was knuckle-deep in me. He wanted it. I could hear him panting like some horny red bear. Are there red bears?”
Hammer dismissed the question with an impatient gesture. How could one horny story have so many segways? And yet, he wanted to hear all of it.
“He was confused for half a second, but not long after, I can hear the belt opening. He had a real big buckle, with, like, an eagle on it. And then he’s in me, on top of me, the desk is so rickety I’m afraid it’s gonna break apart under us, but man did that guy fuck like a demon. Ripped my T-shirt and had to bring me a new one. He didn’t last long, but I could barely walk the next day. It was a mixed bag, ‘cause he ended up giving me the bullets but telling me to never come back. I still have that T-shirt.”