Page 44 of Brought By the Storm

“Okay,” I whispered.

“You’re not calming down,” he chastised. “Stop thinking about eating my ass.”

I laughed. “That sounds funny. I suppose I could think about eating some other person’s ass. Like I said, that will cause a total dick deflation.”

“If that’s what it takes,” he quipped. “Think of someone disgusting.”

“You didn’t have to go that far! Even someone average would have done the trick,” I griped. “If I had to think of someone repulsive, though, I’d pick the bitchy next-door neighbor. I know she hates me because I’m gay. She’s always snooping and watching me. I try being nice and saying hello to her when she’s in her yard or when she walks her dog, but she gives me disapproving glares and looks away. Marietta, nasty old hag.”

Carrington laughed. “Wow. I haven’t seen you so hostile.” He palmed my flaccid penis. “Your nemesis appears to be your erection remedy.”

“Yuck, don’t say that,” I complained. “People will think you mean I have erectile dysfunction and she’s the treatment that gets me hard.”

He snorted. “Who are these people I’m telling?” He looked toward the doorway and pretended to be speaking to someone else. “Hey, you don’t know me, but I’m the president of Yastarus and I’m shagging your neighbor—the guy with erectile dysfunction who has some weird rimming fetish for the hag that lives next door to him.”

I fake-punched him on the shoulder. “I do not have erectile dysfunction.”

He nodded. “I think you’ve been hard more than not. I can attest that your equipment is functioning without issue.”

I laughed at that. “Well, maybe you need to inspect it to be sure.”

Carrington donned a mischievous grin. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Perhaps there’s no time like the present.”

“But I’m soft,” I protested, “thanks to that awful image of eating out Marietta.”

“That’s okay,” he coaxed, touching my chin. “I’m betting it’s cute as a bunny when it’s soft.”

I grimaced. “I don’t want you to think my dick is cute. I want you to think it’s hot.”

He reached down to unbutton and unzip the shorts I was wearing, hooking his thumbs into the waistbands of both the shorts and the boxer briefs. He moved both down an inch, waiting for my reaction. “I want to see you naked, Eric. At some point, I’ll see it soft and at some point, I’ll see it hard. I want to know your body. Now let me take your clothes off.”

I wasn’t worried anymore about being soft because I was already coming back to life with just his talk of seeing me naked. I nodded that it was okay. He slid the fabric down my hips with his big hands, and I lifted my butt so the clothes didn’t jam up at our crotches. When his reach couldn’t push them any further, I rolled to my side and finished the task. He was still looking at my face, waiting for permission to look down. I know I gulped, afraid that seeing a dick would be less thrilling for him than he was anticipating. “It’s okay,” I assented.

Carrington dropped his gaze to my now semi-erect dick. “Eric, I’m not just saying this. You are beautiful.”

I breathed out with relief. “Um, it isn’t the biggest.”

He surprised me by reaching down to hold it. It made me gasp, but it also made me harder. “It’s like the rest of you. It’s plenty large, but proportioned to your body. To be honest, I never thought I’d think a dick was a work of art, but yours is.”

“I always thought it looked like Darth Vader’s white brother,” I quipped.

That made Carrington laugh. He held the base of my dick and pretended it was a puppet. “Luke, I am your father.”

I swatted his hand away. “Guess Luke’s father was a dick.”

“Well, yeah. That’s the whole plot of Star Wars.” He shrugged.

“Hmm, when I thought about you playing with my dick, this isn’t quite what I imagined,” I pouted.

Carrington stroked my chin. “Baby, I’m going to play with it the way you wanted. Trust me. Right now, I’m just admiring it. It’s so smooth. Nary a vein to be seen. Such a pretty shade of pink. And your balls are nice too. So little hair on you. Everything is clean and delicious looking.”

“So feral.” I grinned. “I’ve found I like that about you. I enjoyed watching you eat. You stuff your mouth, you know. It makes me want to fill it with something else and see what you do with your lips and jaw.”

He blushed and cast his eyes down. “I think I’d like that. But, as I said, let’s work our way into things, all right?”

“Yes, of course,” I agreed, realizing I was pushing him too fast again.

“Back to photos?” he asked. “I want to get some of you in the nude. What do you say?” I groaned with uncertainty, but he chuckled and moved off the sofa. “Turn onto your tummy and press your left knee against the front of the cushion.”