My cellphone lay on the nightstand next to my bed. I was just getting ready to dial 911 when Clay entered my bedroom and plopped down on the bed next to me.
“A little angel dropped out of heaven and told me you didn’t want to be alone.”
“I’m sorry to inform you that your little angel is sadly mistaken.”
“So you’re telling me to leave after I walked the three miles here?”
“You’ve never walked a day in your life. If I get out of bed and go to the window, I bet I’ll see your truck parked in the drive, next to my Quest.”
He laughed. “You see right through my lies these days.”
“What can I say? It’s taken a lot of practice.”
“Speaking of practice, when was the last time you had a cock spend the night with you?”
“I can’t even remember. Not that it matters. Cocks are all the same.”
He guffawed. “I’ve never played with the same cock.” He started toying with my jeans-covered dick, rubbing it up and down.
“Stop that, Clay,” I told him, pushing his hand away.