Chapter 40

For a moment he sits there, legs splayed around the stool, dumbfounded and breathless. His dick juts up from his crotch, hard and wet. Wait, hold up, what just…?

Then Key leans over Joey’s stool and grins down at him. “Shit, man. Ouch. You okay down there?”

Joey shakes his head to clear it. When he tries to breathe and can’t, he looks up at Key with wide, horrified eyes. “I—” he tries to say, but nothing comes out.

The smile fades from Key’s face. He steps around the stool and offers Joey a hand. Pulling him to his feet, Key brushes off his butt with quick slaps. “Knocked the breath outta you, that’s all. Just relax. Deep breaths. Come on, I’m right here. I got you.”

And he does. Key wraps an arm around Joey’s shoulders, then pulls Joey’s shirt down to cover his open fly. He takes deep breaths, as if that might somehow coerce Joey to do the same. “It’s okay,” Key says. “Walk it off, come on, let’s go.”