Page 20 of The Key Holder

I mumbled something which Ford apparently took for more sass because he said, “I honestly didn’t pack any other swimsuit. I was actually planning on not wearing one at all, okay?”

Oh really? “Don’t let me stop you.” I pulled myself out of his grip, hopped on my good foot a couple times towards deeper water, and let myself backflop with a splash and a smile.

Apparently that took Ford by surprise.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good.” I smiled. “You coming in or just gonna stand there all day in your micro thong?”

Ford shook his head, but smiled. “It’s not a thong.” Wading into the water, he added, “What did you mean when you said, ‘Don’t let me stop you’?”

The pot answered for me.

“We’re both dudes, and you’ve seen mine. Who gives a fuck? Do what you want.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Suit yourself.”

I would’ve slipped my Speedo off and thrown it at him but for one minor detail. My cock cage. I might be starting to feel the effects, but I wasn’t quite at the point where I wanted to throw myself at him.

Yet.

I’d also have to explain my decision to lock it up for the summer and if I couldn’t last a week, then what was the point? Ford wouldn’t respect that.

Granted, I had already started considering ways to cheat the system. I smiled, thinking of the enormous butt plug waiting in the dresser for me. I’d always read about guys that could cum from just anal stimulation, even locked up. Reddit was full of GIFs showing just that.

It was something worth trying anyway.

“Earth to Dylan,” Ford said, swimming closer to me. “What are you thinking about with that big smile on your face?”

“Butt plugs.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m thinking about butt plugs.” I met Ford’s gaze.

“Oh.” He seemed unbothered. “Do you often think about butt plugs?”

I burst out laughing—I couldn’t help it—he sounded like a professor, and soon, Ford was laughing with me. “Not something I’d ever thought we’d talk about,” I said.

“You’re the one that mentioned them.”

That was true, so I answered, “I partake occasionally. How about you?”

“Are we really having this conversation?” he asked.

I shrugged. “We have the whole summer to get to know each other. Does it really matter what part of our life we start with?”

“I guess not. I just didn’t expect our first topic to be sex.”

“Technically it’s our second topic,” I said. “We talked about books first. Also, butt plugs aren't really sex, it’s more sex play.”

“I stand corrected.”

“But you’re not standing.”

“Fine. I swim corrected.” Ford chuckled. “What’s gotten into you? And don’t say a butt plug!”