Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
My hole still felt sore from yesterday. And that was only two of his fingers. I tried to imagine how it’d feel after I got his entire cock inside me. I doubted I’d be able to walk for weeks.
It wasn’t just my hole I was feeling this morning, though. It was my heart, too. It literally felt full to bursting. Like it had been injected with rays and rays of sunlight. The bright feeling gave me as much life as the sun itself, aided by the weight of Ryan’s big arm thrown over me. His gentle breaths tickled the back of my neck as he woke up, stirring, stretching his legs out under the covers. He pushed one through mine. I wiggled myself back onto him.
Ryan enjoyed sleeping naked. I liked to sleep with at least some boxers on but was now realizing why naked would be so much better. I wanted him against me, skin to skin. I tugged my boxers down to my knees and pushed back.
“Mhmmm,” Ryan said, kissing the back of my neck. “Good morning, sir.”
He reached down and stroked my stiff dick under the covers. “If this is how you wake up every morning, then I’m never leaving your bed.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, ignoring the weight of my words and sinking into this moment instead. Light shone in through the thin blue curtains on the window. We could hear other kids starting their day, walking down the hall outside, laughing and talking, completely oblivious to the magic that was going on a couple feet away.
We were in our own impenetrable fortress, where no one could touch us or see us.
Or judge us.
Ryan suddenly sat up. “Shit, I think I actually do have to.”
“Huh?” I rolled over and propped myself up on an elbow.
“I’ve got rowing practice in… fuck. Twenty minutes.”
Ryan got off the bed, leaving me feeling suddenly lonely. I wasn’t a needy kind of guy, but I did have to admit that I was looking forward to some more cuddling time. I didn’t have any morning classes today, so my schedule was clear. But I wasn’t about to grab Ryan’s ankle and beg him to put his dick back in my mouth, so I let him scurry around the room, throwing on his clothes while he brushed his teeth and put on some deodorant.
I decided to start getting a move on too. I put on a Jurassic Park T-shirt and some shorts and went to go sit at my desk. I guess I could go over some lines for the play. We were having opening night two weeks from now.
My phone buzzed against the pale wooden desk. It was my mom on a FaceTime call. I grabbed it and answered it without thinking twice.
“Hola, chico.”
“Hi, Ma. What’s up?”
“I wanted to show you the new piece I painted. It’s called Forests From Jupiter. Pretty, huh?” My mom turned the phone, displaying a canvas covered in a riot of beautiful and aesthetically pleasing watercolors. There was a large blue planet in the center of the canvas, but instead of being set against a backdrop of stars, it was set against a forest of light green trees. The planet appeared to swirl with a life of its own, the colors adding a depth that made it seem like I could reach right in through the phone and grab the planet in my hand.
“It’s beautiful, Mom. Seriously. You’ve outdone yourself, once again.”
“Ay, thank you,” she said, flipping the camera back to her beaming face, her light brown curls catching the light from the sun. She loved to paint outside in the yard, even on days when the weather wasn’t great.
Ryan walked across the frame behind me and my mom perked up. “And who’s that?”
“Uh, my roommate.” A look from Ryan had me quickly adding, “And a really good friend. His name’s Ryan, but he’s got to go practice now, so he can’t talk.”
Ryan’s face appeared on the screen, head casually on my shoulder. “Hi, Jay’s mom!”
“Hi, Jay’s roommate and really good friend.”
Welp. I guess this was happening.
Meeting the mom. What could possibly go wrong with that?
Chapter Twelve
Ryan
Holy shit, holy shit. I was meeting Jay’s mom.
This was a code-parental-red. We’d only just hooked up yesterday, and I was now already meeting one of the most important people in his life. And I didn’t even have my hair done.
He looked like her though. They had the same kind eyes with the cutest noses in the world. Same smiles too. It was nice to see. I felt like I was discovering another piece of Jay. She stood in the middle of a yard that looked pulled right out of one of those watercolor-illustrated storybooks.
“Well, it’s great to meet you, Ryan.”
“And same to you, Ms. Cruz. You have a beautiful backyard.”