Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“So, what does Ninja have going on today?” he asked.
“Oh, just some family thing. This barbecue my father has at our place. We invite some people from the neighborhood over. We do a lot of stuff like that. Mom and Dad are very friendly with all the neighbors. They’re social people. But the barbecues are always relaxed, chill. It’s not like one of those stuffy parties where you feel like you’re underdressed all the time.”
“I prefer you when you’re underdressed,” Ethan said.
I chuckled. “What about you? Any big plans today?”
“Eh, I was just going to go to a bathhouse and pass this ass around, now that I’ve had an experience with the real thing.”
As he replied, I wondered if, at least to some extent, the way he twisted a serious question into a sex joke wasn’t some sort of defense mechanism—something he used to keep from having to get too close to people.
Ethan smiled before saying, “But seriously, if you have time, we should try to get a little bit of that in again.”
He leaned toward me, his face right next to mine as he said, “But I’m pretty sure you owe me some ass.”
“Straighty feeling toppy this morning?”
“I’m feeling toppy in this moment, but I might feel bottomy once we get going. Nothing wrong with flip-flopping.”
He glanced down at my crotch, my dick sliding from the top of the towel which was just barely around my waist.
It continued to swell.
“It doesn’t look like you have a problem with my idea,” Ethan added.
He moved closer, taking my lips with his once again.
I relaxed into it, and as I felt him pushing to his feet, I did the same.
The towel, already loose around me, fell to the floor as he guided me back against the wall adjacent to the front door.
He cupped my balls with his palm and stroked up and down, his kiss trailing from my lips down to my neck. As his hot breath hit my flesh, I moaned, throwing my head back, losing myself in the experience.
I heard a sound—like one of the doors to my neighbors’ place opening, but then I caught something out of the corner of my eyes and turned to see my fucking mother standing in the doorway, her eyes wide as she glanced between Ethan and me.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, sliding out from between Ethan and the wall and racing behind the bar to conceal my massive erection from my mom.
“Oh my,” she said. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
She looked like she was stifling her amusement, but then she couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into a fit of laughter as she entered and closed the door behind her.
“Seriously, Mom?”
“Oh, I don’t see what the big deal is. You think I never noticed that thing when you were going through puberty? I do realize that you have sex, Sean. I know that might be really upsetting for you, though. Hi, I’m Barbara,” she said, extending her hand to Ethan, who was still just in a pair of boxers, his own impressive size obvious as ever.
She pulled her hand away. “On second thought, maybe we can skip handshakes for now.”
He turned to me, his tensed-up expression revealing his own surprise with Mom’s attitude.
“I’m Ethan…” dragged from his lips before he turned back to her.
The first night he stayed over and he was already meeting my mother?
23
Ethan
I was frozen. I had no idea what to do even though I really wanted to fucking run. I’d never run from anything in my life, but I’d also never been nearly naked in front of the mother of someone I was fucking when I just had my hands on their sac…or well, any part of them since this whole man thing was new for me.
Moms and I didn’t mix. I hadn’t learned how to even handle a mother after mine died, but there I was, having another first with Sean and I sort of wanted to kill him for it.
“Sean…this is the guy, right? The one who has you doe-eyed. He’s hot. I totally get it.”
I nearly choked on my tongue.
“Jesus Christ, Mom. Can you not?” Sean said just as, “You’re doe-eyed over me?” slipped out of my mouth.
“No,” he replied.
His mom chuckled.
“I don’t think I like that answer,” I replied.
Sean frowned. “You want me to be doe-eyed over you?”
It was then I realized what I’d said, and the tightness in my throat got more intense. Holy fuck. I’d said that, hadn’t I? The whole situation was fucking with me. “No. I was giving you shit…I mean crap.”
“You’re an adult, dear. You can curse in front of me. I’ve seen you with your hand on my son’s privates. I think we’re past that stage.”
Who the fuck was this crazy woman?
“Seriously, Mom. You’re weirding both of us out right now,” Sean said from the other side of the bar. I was, for one of the first times in my life, struck silent. The only other person who seemed to be able to do that was Sean.