Poster Boy by Anne Tenino

Author:Anne Tenino
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

Jock wanted to be with him. Toby felt certain of that now. Such a huge fucking relief. He’d seen the evidence in Jock’s eyes right after he lit that candle Tuesday night in front of his place. Toby had also seen what was holding Jock back: fear.

At least he could understand Jock’s fear, or some of it. It had taken him a while, sitting in the dark by himself after dinner, but he thought he’d untangled the mystery. It wasn’t an ex who’d fucked Jock over, it was Jock who’d fucked Jock over. Sort of. And if Toby’s reasoning was right, Jock was afraid of fucking himself over again.

No wonder the dude was so cautious.

Unfortunately, only having that one psych class as an undergrad—which he’d barely managed a “C” in—he could be way off. But he knew something for certain: everything had changed. In a good way, he thought. Hoped. Jock had really opened up to him.

Hopefully he could help Jock surmount his fear. Because the sooner Jock surmounted, the sooner Toby could mount him. Thoughts of that kept him in the shower longer than normal every morning for the rest of the week. It also encouraged him to take a hard look at his situation. Ask himself what he wanted and what he was willing to settle for.

The answers were simple. He wanted as much of the boy as he could get, and he was willing to settle for humiliatingly little. He’d take friends-only (no benefits package), certainly. It was what he had now. He’d also settle for another night of sex with no promise of future nights. The one thing he wouldn’t put up with was Jock leaving before morning.

In case he’d been wondering about himself, that confirmed the depth of the romantic nature he’d been stifling the last few years. Like the old Bonnie Raitt song, he’d take a night of lying next to Jock as a sop to his very involved heart. Then in the morning he’d do what was right. So yeah, he’d take pure sex with gratitude, and ask for next to nothing in return, just a few hours of pretend.

Plus he had a minimum orgasm requirement for that single night that he wasn’t willing to negotiate. And he wanted Jock to fuck him. He could see it if he closed his eyes. Jock looming over him, that perfect body covered in sweat, panting, thrusting into him, watching himself fuck Toby with wide eyes. A do-over of their first time, but this time they’d both know the whole score.

Thinking of that night invariably led to the extra long bathroom visits. Not that he couldn’t jerk off anywhere, but cleanup was so much easier in there. The spray from the shower pretty much covered the whole room, as long as Toby didn’t hit any higher than about six feet, and he just hadn’t been born with the necessary hydraulics for that. That led him to wondering about Jock’s hydraulics, which led to the bathroom . .

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