Page 5 of Snowballing

I almost choked on my drink. His body was definitely better in person, better than mine, even. He looked like a walking Calvin Klein underwear ad, especially with the wispy boxers he wore.

Hello, dick print!

“Where are you sore?” His voice became hypnotic. It did feel hot in here. I had a flash of panic that he somehow drugged the Gatorade.

I turned on the rotating bar stool. “Hippopotamus.”

TenInchTop stopped in his tracks. “Are you okay?” He closed the gap between us, placing a hand on my leg.

“Can you take a sip of this, please, sir?”

He seemed confused.

“I don’t want to get roofied. Sir.”

His head went back in understanding, and then he took the bottle from me, downing a quarter of what remained. “I would never do that. I’m sorry you thought that was a possibility.”

“Not a problem, sir.” I turned back around to keep things moving. “I’m good now, sir. Except right here is tight,” I said, continuing his fantasy. I pointed to my lower back.

“Let’s have you lie down on my bed. I can work multiple muscle groups more easily that way.”

He placed his hand on my back, guiding me through an exquisitely decorated house. I couldn’t help but wonder if he hired someone or if his taste was just that good.

His bedroom was bigger than our apartment, and our apartment was damn respectable. A king-sized bed filled most of the space. The comforter was a dark eggplant and with one brush of my hand, I could tell it was expensive and knew it would feel amazing on my naked body. A few candles were lit on each nightstand, giving the vast space a very intimate feel.

It was unlike any hookup I had before. It was almost romantic. I glanced off to the left as we entered and could see the master bathroom. I recognized it from his smiley face photo.

“Why don’t you strip down for me?” he asked, before sitting on the bed.

I’m not sure why, but I hesitated.

Jesus, why are you getting bashful now? You’re at a stranger’s house, about to get fucked. You douched, you lubed. Get your game face on.

He didn’t seem to notice my internal pep talk. Instead, he had leaned back and spread his legs. My eyes went directly in between them where the fabric was getting tighter, hoping to catch a glimpse of it slipping out.

Nothing yet.

Based on his requests, I surmised he was an ass man, so I faced away from him while I stripped. I unlaced my shoes, bent over at the waist-

“Leave the shoes on. Everything else off.”

I quirked an eyebrow, then looked over my shoulder after standing back up.

Fuck.

He was feeling himself up, rubbing his pec with one hand. Maybe playing with his nipple? I had little else to take off, so in a few seconds, I’d be completely naked.

I pulled the shirt over my head from the bottom, but then made sure it wasn’t inside out before tossing it on the floor. TenInchTop chuckled, and I realized he noticed what I just did. An immediate blush bloomed on my cheeks, so I turned away, hopeful he didn’t see it. I pulled the waistband tight against my cheeks as I took them off, so it gave a little bounce when my butt finally popped out. They were loose and easily dropped to the floor.

I had wondered if he’d say anything about the smiley face, but it seemed he was ignoring it for now. I moved my hands to the jockstrap band next and-

“Leave the jockstrap on too, please.”

I nodded and turned to him. I was fully hard now and the tiny white pouch strained to contain me. It wasn’t ten inches, but it was a decent dick.

“Come here.” He motioned me over with his finger.

The first time he touched me was so gentle, I wanted to collapse into his arms from the intimacy. That wasn’t an exaggeration. This man put so many others to shame. They had used me. He was savoring me and it was already addictive.