Page 31 of Jack Frosting

“Who are you texting?” Jack asked.

I hadn’t even noticed; I was so focused on the game. There were only a few minutes left and the Patriots had just tied it up. Admittedly, I was curious as to why Jack was concerned with Henry’s texting. Was I missing something?

“Trey texted me,” Henry answered.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“What is this? An interrogation?”

I rolled my eyes at his attitude, but waited, along with Jack, for an answer.

“If you must know, Trey invited me to sleepover. Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day. There’s no school, in case you forgot.”

I had forgotten, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

“Can I go?”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes,” Henry replied. “Trey’s dad and Gareth are both there if you were wondering. We’re just going to play video games all night. Nothing illegal.”

“Sounds fun,” Jack said.

“So can I go?”

“As soon as I hear back from Eli,” I said, waving my phone. I had just texted him, just in case Henry was lying.

A few minutes later I was helping Henry pack a bag. My phone vibrated while I was looking in the closet for his sleeping bag.

Jack: You are cordially invited to a night where all your dreams come true.

Jack: As soon as you get back, I want in that room.

Clayton: Key’s on the John Deere keychain, hanging in the kitchen.

Jack: John Deere?

Clayton: A tractor’s not the only thing you can ride.

TEN

JACK

I wasn’t sure which apparatus to use first.

Well, that was a lie. The sling was calling my name. I had dreams of holding on for dear life as I had the shit pounded out of me. Imagining Clayton fucking me, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass, kept my dick hard as I waited for him to return.

I found the key easily enough, stripped everything off except my jock, and now I was wandering around the room, looking at everything I had missed before. His porn collection made it clear he was in his thirties; there were so many DVDs. From Jet Set’s Pizza Boy Gangbang to every single one of Bel Ami’s Frisky Summers, it was a greatest hits of pre-internet porn.

Next to the DVD case, there was a wall of…toys. To be honest, I hadn’t used many of them, but I recognized the anal beads, the cock cages, all the spanking equipment. I grabbed a pair of nipple suckers and–

Is that a fireplace?

I walked over to a glossy black…fireplace. His sex dungeon had a fireplace!

I didn’t think I’d burn the place down, so I found the knob and turned it to ignite. After all, it was cold out and it was here for a reason. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but with the fire on, the room was kind of romantic.

Enough time had passed that Clayton shouldn’t be much longer, so I headed to the sling and lifted myself into it. It was leather, but super soft and it had a little pillow. I went to brace my feet against the support chains, but noticed it had stirrups. I could get fucked and not hold my own legs up. I’d have to tell Clayton he had excellent taste in sex furniture. Squeezing the nipple suckers, I put them on, savoring the sweet pull of the vacuum and laid back, waiting for my secretly kinky sex god to find me.