“Makes sense, I guess. I usually blow my wad at least once a day.”
“Do I need to get you some maxi-pads?” Andre shoots me a toothy grin.
“No, asshole.” I jokingly push his arm, but he doesn’t budge. He’s all muscle.
“If you’re really feeling the pressure, there’s a way to get some relief.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“I could give you a prostate massage.”
“Okay, whatever, Andre.” Now I know he’s messing with me. “I think I’m gonna head to bed, try and get some sleep.”
“Suit yourself.” He pats me on the shoulder and walks ahead of me. I catch a whiff of his spicy cologne, and it hits me in a weird way. Damn, I really must be desperate if sniffing guys turns me on.
Unfortunately, my efforts to sleep are hopeless. I toss and turn under the covers for almost an hour, trying to get comfortable. I’m hot and sweaty, although the room is its usual crisp 68 degrees.
“Everything okay over there?” Jackson asks. His bed is against the left wall, and mine is against the right side. A large desk with two chairs sits in front of the window between us.
“Yeah, man, sorry. Am I keeping you awake?”
He rustles around and rolls over to face the wall. “It’s fine,” he murmurs.
I pull out my phone and check the time. It’s 1:11. I wonder if Andre is still awake.
I tap out a quick message:Are you up?
Within seconds, Andre responds:Yes. Having trouble sleeping?
Yes.
My offer stands.
Can you keep a secret?
Of course. Meet me in the backyard.
CHAPTER 4
There’s a chill in the air as I make my way behind the soaring evergreen trees. A bunch of overgrown shrubs border the back of our property along the fence line, offering an extra privacy barrier against the park.
“Andre, are you out here?” I whisper.
“Right here,” he says into my ear. His breath is warm against my neck. My skin breaks out into goosebumps.
“Jesus, man, could you be any more creepy?”
He steps in front of me. “Sorry. I was just answering your question.”
“Whatever,” I huff. “So how will this work?”
“I have a latex glove and a tube of lubricant here in my pocket. What I’ll do is slowly enter your rectum with a well-lubricated, gloved finger. Then I’ll gently stimulate your prostate gland until I’ve milked out some of that pent-up fluid.”
“You sound like a med student. How do you know this stuff?”
His teeth shine in the moonlight. “I have my secrets.”
“Hooking up and getting fingered behind some trees sounds pretty gay.”