Hello and welcome to the weekend!
This week I did not forget what day it was, so I’ll be sharing a snippet from my holiday story. One more after this, and then I’ll switch it up. 🙂
In this snippet, JB gets a proper (ish) welcome to Canada, in the unisex washroom of a restaurant/bar. I’ve never had a pot pie like the one the gal served me at The Greedy Pig, so I set this scene there. Sort of. Haven’t decided how much to change the place in my story, especially since I love the name.
What do you guys think of The Greedy Cock? Too much?
Anyway, here it is. 🙂
Cal’s jeans were halfway to the floor by the time I locked the door behind me. The shock of seeing his large uncut cock bobbing—glistening in the harsh light of the bathroom—well, it about blinded me. It had been a long time since I’d seen anything like that… so well-illuminated.
But I remembered what to do with it soon enough and crossed the floor to where he stood, his back leaning against the clean, cream-colored wall. Cal was older than I’d guessed, if his gray bush was telling the truth, and I believed it a lot more than the dyed hair on his head.
Once he came, I was in unfamiliar territory. His posture and expression before I’d dropped to the floor in front of him suggested little desire for intimacy like kissing or making out. Which was fine with me, but that left…what?
Thanks for reading!