Page 2 of Snowballing

And one of the reasons we moved to Massachusetts. Texas was not only where we left his drug-abusing mother behind, it was also where we left small-mindedness. She had never been a fan of my bisexuality, using many derogatory terms over the years, but if I took anything from therapy other than relaxation techniques, it was that she had soured all women for me.

The doc said sexuality was fluid and it might only be for the short term, but I was never planning on sleeping with another woman again and I was fine with that. I wasn’t too keen on marriage either, but it wasn’t really on my radar. Hence, tonight’s plan.

“I can cook him dinner too, if you need time to prepare for your whatchamacallit. Send him over around six-thirty.”

I thanked her profusely, offering to help Sam out with their snow-clearing for the rest of the winter, and hung up.

After my phone unlocked through facial recognition, I clicked on the fake calendar icon. I used an app icon changer. Most twelve-year-olds knew more about smartphones than adults. It was like an arms race in deception with him.

The calendar was boring enough that he’d never click on it and I accessed my real calendar by swiping at the top of the screen. It was a perfect disguise.

In reality, the app was Peachy, referencing the bubble butts I was so fond of. Users could find dates with it, but tonight I was more interested in a guy whose time I had to purchase. While the app itself couldn’t directly take money, it showed their profiles, including their rates and services, and provided the best way to contact them.

Twunks were my first choice, but tonight I definitely wanted someone that looked a little older. Scruff was hot, and I liked how it felt against my clean-shaven face and on my balls. Scruff would be a bonus tonight. I was looking for little more than a tight body, just someone obedient and submissive.

I fired off the same message to three guys.

Looking for a bendy twunk to fuck into bliss. Must be STI free, willing to follow orders, and able to take ten inches. Swallowing with a smile gets you a bonus.

I didn’t like to beat around the bush.

I paid for Trey’s Bruins jersey and headed to the parking lot. Just thinking of tonight filled my briefs; the tight fabric of my slacks rubbed the head of my cock with each step. It had been a while, and it was going to be fun.

I hope the dark-haired one replies.

* * *

“Hey, Dad.”

I glanced up from my phone as Trey came in the front door.

“How was school, buddy?”

He shrugged. “Alright. We had a pep rally and then watched Christmas movies.”

“And that was just ‘alright’?” I mimicked his mopey tone.

He sighed before grabbing an orange from the basket on the counter. “It’s just that I thought Henry was staying here for Christmas break and we could hang out. Turns out his family’s going to Colorado for Christmas.” He finished with a pout as he tore into the rind and sucked the first piece into his mouth.

“Oh.” I had heard of Henry - I think he’d been over a time or two if memory served - but I had never seen Trey like this before. “You like Henry?”

He looked at me like I was an alien. “Yeah.”

“Well, maybe you can hang out with him next year, if they’re back while you’re still on break? You can invite him over to play Madden or whatever else you get for Christmas this year.”

That perked him up a little. “Madden ‘23?”

“Maybe.” I answered coyly, turning away from him. I was a terrible liar and even worse at keeping secrets, especially during Christmas. But it was also my favorite holiday, and ever since we moved to New England, it was Trey’s favorite as well. He loved to play in the snow.

But the weather better get its ass in gear if we’re going to have a white Christmas this year.

Changing topics, I said, “You’re gonna have dinner with Miss Nancy next door tonight and hang out at her place for a bit while I have a meeting here.”

“Another meeting? Aren’t you on Christmas break too? I thought your text said you had the next two weeks off, same as me?”

Sure. When you wanted them to listen, you had to repeat yourself four times, but when you texted them something random hours ago, they could quote it back to you.

“I do have two weeks away from the office, but that doesn’t mean I have absolutely no work to do.”