Page 11 of Broken Halos
“Ollie…” My dick throbbed.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he promised.
“It’s starting to sound like a very dull night.”
“Well, there are other parts of me I can share with you if you’d like me to liven up your evening.”
“Ollie, shouldn’t you be preaching about the sins of the flesh or something?”
“I’m not that kind of pastor.”
“What kind of pastor are you then?”
“One who revels in thepleasuresof the flesh.”
“I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” I told Ollie.
“Nor will I.”
“I meant I can’t say for sure I’ll be there.”
Ollie smiled serenely. “Think about it. That’s all I ask.”
“That I promise to do.”
“I’ll see you later,” Oliver said.
“Weren’t you just listening, Golden Boy?”
“Yes, but I wasn’t referring to the bowling alley, Archie. I was talking about my dreams.”
“Oh,” I said breathlessly.
Ollie offered a playful wink then left me staring after him with a pounding heart and throbbing cock. One would need to be dealt with before the other would return to normal, but I didn’t have time for a quick jerk-off session because I did have more than a dozen pressing things on my to-do list.
“Easy there, big fella,” I said, looking down at my crotch. “Good things come to cocks who wait.”
It wasn’t my first time walking into a bowling alley, but it was the first time I showed up on a league night. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t what I found when I strolled through the alley looking for Ollie’s team. There was trash talking going on between the lanes, and each team wore customized shirts with their team name embroidered on the back with a logo and their first names stitched on the front. The color and style of shirts varied from bold and brash to ugly and boring.
Ollie’s team was easy to spot due to Andy’s enormous height. Their shirts were a silky black button-up with the name Broken Halos embroidered on the back in gold with a crooked halo hanging over the “o” in halo. I had no doubt Ollie came up with the team name and design. I had to admit it was adorable, but not more adorable than the pastor who filled it out so nicely. The silk shirt draped over his shoulders and caressed his pecs. The hem of it ended above the curve of his denim-covered ass. I should’ve turned around and left as soon as my mouth started watering, except Ollie turned just then and spotted me. The smile spreading across his face was equal parts welcoming and wolfish and too fucking hard to resist.
“Don’t get the wrong idea, Golden Boy,” I said in greeting. “I’m just here to offer Milo cuddles when he makes a fool of himself.”
The remark got a snort out of Ollie, an eye roll from Andy, and knee-slapping laughs out of the Frat Boys, as Milo called them. Milo himself just looked at me with disappointment for a few seconds before he crooked his finger for me to follow him. He only went far enough to get us out of earshot which wasn’t hard to do since there was more noise inside this bowling alley than the last Pride parade I attended in NYC.
“What are you doing here?” Milo asked firmly. “Don’t give me any bullshit about supporting me and my pitiful bowling because I’m most likely the best bowler in this building.”
“Milo, come now,” I said, smiling sweetly at him. “I love your confidence, but there are times it’s misplaced.”
“I guess you’ll watch and see won’t you,” he said cheekily. “Don’t fuck Ollie over, Archie. He’s missed you like fucking crazy this past month, but he’d eventually get over his attraction to you.”
“He’s missed me, huh?”
“You have keen vision, so don’t pretend you didn’t see how he lit up just now.”
“I didn’t miss it,” I admitted, but I had missed him.
“Are you going to pretend you didn’t light up inside when you saw him too?”