Page 69 of His Choice

“Really?” For the most part, I had believed that until the last few years. Having seen nothing but porn dicks, though, then having listened to Daryl’s and Aaron’s comments the last couple of days, had made me more insecure than I had realized.

Aaron swallowed again. “Yeah. I promise. It’s a nice dick, Mikey. Just like I figured it would be.”

I sighed with relief. Then, his words registered and I flushed. “Um, I’ll just cover back up now. I wouldn’t want the compliment to go to my head.” I pulled the pants back up until the waistband was below my navel.

Aaron chuckled. “Yeah. I think it was starting to get bigger after I said that. Guess your dick is an egotistical little fucker.” He winced. “Oops. Forget I said little. I don’t want to undo our progress.”

I suddenly felt heated. “This was weird, wasn’t it? Are you going to wig out now?”

His expression told me he was offended. “Again, you’re the one with the complex.”

“So, you’d show me your dick then?” I asked, hopeful he would.

He barked a laugh. “No. I’m not worried about my size. Showing you would just be gratuitous. Besides, I don’t want you to start comparing and become insecure again.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, wondering just how much larger he was that I’d become doubtful. Then again, it made me want to see it more. “I mean, sure.”

Aaron shook his head. “Are you past your crisis now?” I nodded. “Finally. For fuck’s sake. And all this worrying about your dick is crazy when I’m sure Cliff will care far more about your ass and butthole—considering he’s likely sized you up as the bottom you are.”

I scowled. “I told you…”

He laughed. “Oops. I mean, versatile. Right.”

I pulled the sheet up to my chest. “Insufferable. And don’t get me paranoid about other body parts now.”

Aaron sighed. “I can tell you have a good little booty. I’ve told you that. As for your hole, I’m pretty sure that sizes don’t vary much.”

“But they don’t all look nice,” I countered. “Based on what I’ve seen online.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re just trying to make a case for me checking that out now. I knew you were a closet slut.”

My jaw dropped. “I am not! One minute, you accuse me of being shy and insecure, then you’re accusing me of being an exhibitionist. I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into showing my cock.”

Aaron chuckled. “Revisionist history. I said I’d take a look if it would make you feel better. You were the one who yanked off your pants a second later and jiggled your junk in my face.”

“Are you going to torment me now? Will you make me regret doing something that was hard for me to do?”

His face sobered. “Mikey, I’m just playing with you. Come on. I won’t ever mention it again, okay?”

I nodded. “Thanks. And I really haven’t ever looked at…that. Not sure how I could see that on myself anyway.”

Aaron shrugged. “Your hole? Simple enough to do. Get a mirror, sit on the floor with it in front of you, and lean back with your legs apart. Or just squat with your legs spread and hold a camera where you can snap a photo.”

“Jesus,” I muttered. “Have you done that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Didn’t I just say as much? How can you not be curious about how you look everywhere?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I’m sort of curious about what my heart and brain look like, but I’m not about to cut myself open to check them out.”

Aaron smirked. “If you could do it just by using a mirror or a camera, I’ll bet you would.”

He had a point.

“So, when you looked at yourself…were you pleased with what you saw?” I ventured.

“Not describing it for you,” he replied before rolling onto his side away from me. “You already have too much information from today to fuel your fantasies.”

“I’m not…”