“I’ve got to go, guys. We’re having a clothing drive for the less fortunate. I’m in charge.”
Of course she was. The notion took me back to Mathias cleaning out his closet and offering me his hand-me-downs. I definitely had way less money than he, but as I thought about my family and two best friends, one beside me and one in a tiny avatar in my phone contacts directory, I knew no way in hell was I less fortunate.
“Maybe you have time to suck Calloway’s dick and post a Vine?”
“You expect it to be that quick?” I asked.
“Full-length video, whatever. I’m not placing parameters.”
I looked at Cal and his basset-hound eyes. Then I took in the rest of his body: dark, smooth, muscular; his broad shoulders just right for resting my head on; the inviting black commas of hair on his hard gut I could toy with while sucking his thick, salty hard-on. “We’ll see. Talk to you soon.” I ended the call. “I do love you, Cal.”