Chapter 5

Ryan said, “I’m thirty and came out five years ago.”

Silence hovered, and seconds passed.

Ryan asked, “So, does that mean you’d be interested in dating me?”

Strider admired Ryan’s baritone voice. “Yeah, but I have to warn you, I’m kind of a virgin. I’ve had fuck-buddies but never dated a guy.”

Ryan gave a short laugh. “I’ll be gentle then. How about dinner tomorrow?”

“Dinner’s good.” He rubbed his boned cock.

They agreed on a place and time, and Strider went back to bed. He fisted his dick, wondering about Ryan: how experienced is he; what size is his cock; top or bottom? Strider moaned, arched his hips, and blasted come on his chest. He scented it, wondering what Ryan’s man-juice smelled and tasted like. Would they have other things in common? He drifted into sleep.

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The next day dragged by as Ryan filled Strider’s thoughts, distracting him from work.