Chapter 15

“Do you have plans today?” he asks, rinsing.

“I don’t. I’m on vacation for the next few days.”

“Do you want to have plans with me today?”

Water. Soap. Skin. It all draws my attention and causes me to feel numb, distracted. My head becomes fuzzy. I don’t really hear what he says.

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“I’ve called in a sick day at Cassidy. Can I take you to breakfast?”

Soap against his bubbled abs. Water drips off the end of his uncut spigot-like cock. Lathery suds build along his thighs. My mouth hangs open. I’m speechless. I’m thoughtless. I’m…

“Ricky, are you out there, or am I talking to myself?”

“I’m here,” I mumble.

“Can I take you to breakfast? My treat,” he says, calm.

I snap out of my state of intoxication. “Sure. Yes. Definitely.” He’s never asked to take me anywhere, let alone pay for anything. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”