Chapter 18

A: I roll alone. This is how I prefer it.

Me: If you change your mind, no problem.

A: I’m not going to change my mind. But I will bring abottle of Blue Moon.

Me: Sounds awesome. Love the idea. Can’t wait to see you.

A: Looking forward.

Our IM conversation ends. Another smile forms on my face; there seems to be a lot to smile about.

* * * *

Jimmy catches me on Mobin Street in the city. I just happen to be walking out of my favorite bookstore when he sees me, nails me with a hug, and says, “Long time no see.”

Truth is, every time I just happen to accidentally bump into his bearish body in the city, I still feel his cock in my rump: all ten inches of it jutting in and out of my tight hole—reckless and horny.

“What are you reading?” he asks, pointing at the book in my right hand.

I show it to him. “The latest nonfiction piece by Felice Picone.”

“I love him.”

“Who doesn’t?” It sounds a bit pissy exiting my mouth, but whatever.