Page 12 of Believe in Caloosa Springs (Caloosa Springs #3)

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I cleaned my phone off, hoping my excessive ejaculation hadn’t done any permanent damage to my camera. Apparently, it hadn’t. I took a quick shower and changed into some clean clothes.

I was suddenly in the best mood I’d been in for weeks, and more than a little impressed with myself, actually. I had not only sent my very first dick pic to a boy, but I’d done it openly! In said boy's driveway! In broad daylight!

What's more, afterward, we sexted! Tian sent me a video of him coming. I shook my head in disbelief. Then, I sent one back!

That was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever done with a guy. I’d had full-blown sex tons of times, but it was always rushed and quiet. Dark alleyways, lots of looking over your shoulder. It almost became about maintenance instead of real pleasure.

I blinked a few times as I remembered that I was picking him up tonight to do it in person.

“Holy cow.”

Was he going to let me… have him?

That thought sent a wave of goosebumps down my arms and a swift pang to my groin. Lord, what if I only lasted for 30 second? Tian would think I was a two-pump chump. I might have to watch that video he sent me and jerk off again before I picked him up.

I was still a little bit in shock that all of this was even happening. As of this morning, Tian wouldn’t even reply to a text message. This afternoon, he was touching himself in the bathtub and sending it to me in high definition.

I thought back to our brief conversation when I’d dropped him off, and how he’d apologized for ghosting me. I really appreciated the apology, and I’ve certainly appreciated all of our communications since, but I was still nervous that I didn’t have a good grasp on why he’d decided to let me go in the first place. I wanted to understand. I wanted to make sure I didn’t do or say anything else that would make it happen again. We needed to talk, but the thought of me having come on too strong the first time was sending off alarm bells in my brain. I wanted to make Tian happy, and I wanted him to want to spend time with me, and keep sending me dirty pictures.

It was interesting how turned on it made me to exchange pics and clips like that. I’d never really thought of myself as into things like that. I wasn’t even really a big porn guy. Growing up, it was pounded into my head how sinful it was. And then, when I finally watched it and tasted the forbidden fruit? I was less-than-impressed. It always felt so… well, staged. Fake. I drew better pictures with my imagination, honestly.

But Tian… and whatever that was that we just did? Mmm. I wanted it every day. I let my mind wander to some weird alternate universe where Tian and I had been happily married for years. I'd be going down the driveway of our nice Craftsman-style house somewhere on my way to work, and my phone would buzz in my back pocket. I’d get into the car and check the morning nude from Tian. Then I’d get so turned on I’d have to run back in the house and ravish him, causing me to be late for work again. (In this daydream, I apparently had a very forgiving boss.)

Hmm.

The pain in my ribs had dulled to a low throb, and I was finally able to fully draw breath without wanting to double over.

That jerk.

I had managed, by the grace of God and Tyler, to not lose my job and living arrangements, but I was gonna have to figure something out. Jake wasn’t going away, so I would have to deal with him. He was a complete prick, but that was his problem. I had let him get to me. So much so that I’d lost control and put my entire situation at risk. That was stupid, and I vowed to not allow myself to get to that point again.

I wasn’t sure how, but I wasn’t going to let an idiot like Jake pull me away from Tian. Losing my job and place to stay would make it a lot harder to be here with him. I hadn’t even heard of any other place in town hiring. There were a lot of farms in the surrounding areas, I knew that much. I didn’t want to take bets on who might be hiring, however. Baker Farms was my only realistic option in Caloosa Springs, and I had to make it work.

I’d consider myself to be a pretty level-headed guy. After all, I had spent my whole life thus far ignoring things I didn’t like. The nationalist and oppressive propaganda the church shoved down my throat, the slightly homophobic comments my parents made when they saw a flamboyantly gay guy at the supermarket or heard about trans rights on the news. The whole time, I bit my tongue and ignored my desire to tell them to all to kick rocks. The one thing I didn’t think I was going to be able to ignore anymore were my feelings for Tian.

Who was I kidding? If Jake said some crap about Tian, I’d rearrange his jaw… again.

I unlocked my phone, downloaded the two pictures and the clip he’d sent into a password-locked folder, and then deleted them from our text thread, just in case anyone ever got a hold of my phone. A better man might have just deleted them altogether, but I’d rather chew off my own arm than to erase them. As erotic as the photos were, they were so incredibly beautiful. The way he’d posed himself, the sharp angles of his body on full display as his milky, ink-decorated skin clung to the lean muscles of his chest. The way his arm was positioned behind his head…he should be in a museum.

What if we bought a secluded log cabin somewhere, and I just wallpapered the place with nude pictures of him? My dick was just about leaking again. I tried to shake off my train of thought before I turned into some psychotic stalker or something.

A quick one-two knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts. I immediately locked my phone, as if the person on the other side of the door could see me looking at naughty pictures.

I adjusted the half-chub in my jeans and threw a black pullover on.

“Hey,” Jake said as I opened the door. His voice was low, and he kept his head down, his eyes glued to the ground. Pardon my language, but what the hell was he doing?

I opened my mouth to ask just that, but he held his hand up.

“So, uhh… I’m sorry about earlier.”

Wait… he was apologizing?

I was a little stunned, and not sure how to respond. Fortunately he continued.

“Yeah. I’ve, uh… I’ve been a dick to you, and I deserved to have my ass beat. Which you did surprisingly well,” Jake chuckled, looking up for the first time.

“Wow,” I breathed, surprised by the damage I had caused to his face. His left eye was swollen almost completely shut, and a massive bruise was beginning to erupt across his right cheek. The sight of it made me feel kind of bad. “You’re no slouch yourself,” I admitted. ”I’m still having trouble taking a full breath.”

“Truce?” he asked.

I studied him for a moment. “You’ll leave Tian alone when he’s here, and you won’t talk badly about him anymore?”

Jake thought about it for a second before extending his hand. “You’ve got it.”

I shook it and agreed.

“Truce.”

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