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“He had to cancel last Thursday because of work. He said something about next week, but who knows.”

I felt kind of bad for hoping John got tied up. But seriously, if he hadn’t made time for Jesse already, was he really a good match for him?

We paused our conversation again when Cam returned to take our orders. Jesse shook his head at me when he walked away. “Stop looking at me like you expect me to tear off my clothes and run after him.”

“That wasn’t how I was looking at you. But would you bang him?” I had to admit, given all Jesse’s talk of lists and stuff, I was curious what interested him, and the little prickle that ran through me, well, that was justawareness. Or conscientiousness. I mean, I was about to embark upon a sexual adventure with him. It was probably only natural to feel a little…protective.

Jesse bopped me on the head with his menu. “We’re here to discuss our…ourbusiness endeavor. But in point of fact, no, I wouldn’t bang Cam. He’s cute, but there’s too much history. It’d be trouble. Now, let’s get down to business.” He pulled out a small notepad and flipped it open on the table, then dug in the pocket of his backpack for a pen. “So I began a small list of ideas…”

“A new list? What a surprise,” I teased.

“Duh. You can’t just go into this haphazard. No one wants to see two guys fumbling around tripping over their underwear trying to take it off, or doing a dry jerk if someone absolutely hates a dry jerk.”

“Do you hate a dry jerk?”

“Not if it’s done right, which is exactly what we need to figure out. First, we talk scenarios. Second, we talk likes and dislikes.” Jesse spoke matter-of-factly, blessedly oblivious to the fact that just the mention of a dry jerk made my dick twitch. The only good dry jerk I’d ever had had been the one I’d given myself, because he was right, there was an art to it for sure. That wasn’t a requirement or anything; I’d had plenty of great hand jobs with spit as lube and actual lube, but now I was curious about Jesse’s technique.

Concentrate.

“Let’s start with scenarios.” Jesse rapped the pen lightly on the top of his pad like we were about to write out the world’s filthiest grocery list.

“Okay, you start,” I said. “Name the sexiest things you’ve ever watched on Pornhub. Anddddd go.”

“Wait, I need parameters.”

“There are none. We’re talking fantasies, right? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jesse was unrelenting. “I need parameters, trust me. Like, how freaky can I get here?”

My cock gave another little twitch. Interesting. I was starting to feel like a scientist of sex lately, and what I was uncovering definitely needed more observation. “Umm, exactly how freaky are you? Never mind. Okay, parameters. “

“Take furries, for example. Is that a hard no?”

“Yeah. I mean, no? Or maybe? But I don’t want to wear a furry costume because I’d get too hot. I mean, I sweat when I eat sometimes,” I admitted. I wasn’t proud of it.

Jesse’s mouth hooked up, and I could tell he was fighting a laugh as he nodded. “Fair point. Although we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone recognizing us.”

“Not our target market, though, I don’t think.”

He did that thing that happened on occasion where he seemed surprised by something I’d said. “True. Okay, furry is out for multiple reasons, then.” He fixed me with a gimlet-eyed stare I wasn’t sure how to interpret. “Coach and player, coach and cheerleader, coach and coach, coach and…”

I cracked up. “Got a thing for coaches?”

“Baby, this is just the warm-up to ease you in. Sports is your thing, right? Players in a locker room, players in a shower. Teacher and student. In a classroom. On a desk. Under a desk. In a locker room under a desk with a shower pouring down on top of it. In a box with a fox—except we said no furries. Laundry room.” He rattled them off one after another like a machine gun of porn premises. “Guy gets head stuck in dryer and is taken advantage of. Don’t make that face. Search it on Pornhub and see for yourself. It’s incredibly common.”

“It is literally impossible to get stuck in a dryer.”

“Shhh.” Jesse waved a hand dismissively. “Literallyno one cares.”

“The laundry room thing could actually work if we time the schedule right. But that’s still fucking ridiculous.”

“Oh!” I jumped at Jesse’s exclamation. “The straight guy gets a massage.” He waggled his brows “That’ssucha classic.”

“Yeah, okay, but is it overdone?” I pondered.

“All right, Roeper, maybe it’s a little overdone. Will I click on every one that comes across my screen? Yes, I will, so it goes on the list.”

“Okay, well, you’re the target market, so.” All this talk of sucking and jerking scenarios had me uncomfortably hard. I wondered if Jesse was, too.