Page 18 of Taste Test

He vanished down the hall with a sense of purpose that made me nervous. I sat there staring at the space on the couch he’d just occupied, my brain cycling through possibilities. Socks? Chocolates? Some dumb gym merch with a dick joke on it?

He returned half a minute later holding a small black bottle. “Ta-da.”

“You bought me... vitamins?”

“Not just any vitamins.” Jared flashed his white fence of teeth, and tossed me the bottle. “Pineapple enzyme tablets.”

I squinted at the label. “What are they for?”

“Taste enhancement. They make everything sweeter.”

There was a beat of silence as the implication landed.

I looked up at him. “Wait. You bought me tablets to make my cum taste better?”

“Not yours. Mine.”

“How the fuck is that a gift for me?”

“Well, duh.” He gestured between us like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve started taking them for your benefit. You’ll be the one drinking the stuff.”

“Sorry, what?”

“You swallowed my load. Twice. Figured if you’re gonna keep doing that, I might as well offer the premium blend. That’s why I haven’t offered you the cup again all week. Been letting these bad boys build up in my system to sweeten things before I served you any more.”

For a second my brain flatlined. It had been a week since I’d swallowed his jizz, and I’d convinced myself we’d quietly buried the whole ordeal. Back to normal. No more cum cups disguised as breakfast in bed. No sly offers dressed up as jokes. No repeat performances.

“I told you that was a one-time thing.”

“You did it twice,” Jared shot back. “And you said yourself it was better than fine. That’s practically a rave review. You have any idea how happy it made me, knowing I was helping nourish you?”

“I’m not a fucking woodland creature.”

“Sure you are. You’re my very own protein-guzzling forest sprite.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I said with a shake of the head. “You can’t just upgrade your cum like it’s a software update.”

“Course I can. That’s literally what these are for.” He lifted the bottle again and gave it a shake like a maraca. “Besides, I wanted to see if they actually work. And who better to test it than my own personal cum sommelier?”

“I never agreed to be your permanent taste-tester.”

“You didn’t need to. I’ve known you all my life, mate. I know when you enjoy something, even when you don’t want to say it out loud. And it’s okay. This is my way of showing you I enjoyed it too.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because the thing was, he wasn’t wrong.

And that was the bit that fucked with me.

This wasn’t some sleazy setup. There was no calculation behind Jared’s offer. No manipulation. Just his usual offhanded presumptuous generosity, like giving someone the last chip or offering to spot them a beer, only in this case the generosity came out of his dick.

“Come on, Casey. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could end up as your personal cum digester.”

“Would that be so bad? You didn’t seem to hate it. And I... fuck, I loved it.”

“It’s not about loving or hating it,” I said, my voice sounding thinner than I meant it to.

“Then what is it about?”

I looked down at the floor, choosing not to answer right away.

Because the truth was, I didn’t know. Or maybe I did, and just wasn’t ready to say it out loud.

That I didn’t mind drinking Jared’s cum.

That I’d thought about doing it again. That something in me liked the idea of being the reason he took those stupid tablets.

That maybe I wanted to belong to him in some low-key, no-label, nobody-needs-to-know kind of way.

“If we do this,” I said, “there have to be rules.”

He nodded so fast he looked like a dashboard dog. “Rules. Yeah. Absolutely. Whatever you want.”

“First rule,” I said, holding up a finger. “I am not a disposal unit. Don’t treat me like one.”

“Course not, man. I respect you.”

I studied his face, not entirely convinced. “So how often are we actually talking here? Realistically.”

“How often what?”

“How many cups. A day, a week... whatever.”

“Honestly? I knock one out at least once a day. Twice if I’m wound up from training. But I can always make more if needed. Question is—how much do you want?”

The bluntness caught me off guard. He wasn’t asking permission. He was asking about my appetite.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. My throat felt dry. “I mean... if it’s fresh...”

He waited, eyebrows raised.

“If it’s fresh,” I said again, steadier this time, “I’ll drink whatever you give me.”

“Whatever I give you?”

“Yeah.” The word slipped out before I could stop it, and I realised I’d just undercut my own rule. I’d tried to draw a line, and instead I’d basically told him he had unlimited refills as long as it was warm.

“Sweet as.” Jared’s grin widened. “So what’s rule number two?”

“Rule number two is what I just said. It has to be fresh. None of this sitting around in cups for hours. If I’m doing this, I want to know exactly what I’m getting.”

“You want front-row seats to the jerk-off show? No worries. I’m not shy. You can watch the whole process: start to finish. Grip, tempo, nut. It’s a fucking art form.”

“I don’t need a live show. I just need to know the cum you’re giving me is legit. That you haven’t put anything else in it.”

He looked momentarily insulted. “What else would I put in it?”

“I don’t know. Spit. Hot chillies.”

“Why the fuck would I put hot chillies in my cum?”

“Because you’d think it’s funny.”

He giggled. “Okay, yeah, that would be kinda funny.” He caught the scowl on my face and threw up his hands, all innocence. “Alright, alright. No extras. Straight from the source. Uncut. Organic. Artisanal.”

“Next rule: We don’t talk about it. We don’t turn it into a thing. And if this gets back to anyone, and I mean anyone , I will put laxatives in your protein powder.”

“Mum’s the word.” He mimed zipping his lips. “Anything else, boss?”

“You’re in charge of washing the cup.”

He stifled a laugh. “Deal. No worries there.”

There was a beat of silence.

“So,” he said, voice rougher now, “are we really doing this?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Go fill the cup, Mr October.”

He nearly tripped over himself on his way out of the room.