Pucked Up

The best part about Su

But I need to shower first.

CHAPTER SIX

DOWN WITH THE COOKIE, UP WITH THE OS

I drop my bags and follow Su

“Awesome. Thanks.”

“Do you need anything else?” She glances down at my crotch.

I still have a hard-on. “I think I’m good.”

“You don’t need anything else?” She waits a few more seconds, eyes darting from my crotch to my face and back again.

“I think everything’s covered.”

“You’re positive?” She takes a step toward the door; she doesn’t look all that excited about leaving.

“I’ll be out in, like, ten.” I turn on the water, and Su

I let out a relieved groan. I’d love to invite her to join me, but I’m already blueballed out the ying-yang. If she gets naked and wet and puts her hand on me, I’m going to come instantly. Then she’ll never want to have sex with me because she’ll think I’m a two-pump chump. Better to take care of this situation on my own. It’s not like I’m going to need much recovery time. I’ll probably be ready to go again as soon as I’m out of the shower.

Shoving my shorts down, I set my dick free. It sticks straight out. My balls aren’t even hanging, they’re so tight. I step under the hot spray, grab my handle, and give it a couple of test jerks. It’s not even enjoyable, my balls are so achy. Also, my hands are still postseason rough, upping the sensitivity factor.

Usually I get those paraffin wax hand treatments to keep them softish, but the chick that does it for me was also on my honey list. She has a spa set up in her house, which is conveniently located down the street from my condo. Afterwards she used to take care of my dick—by wrapping it in her vagina. Since I’m seeing Su

I grab the closest bottle and squirt some of its contents onto my hand to help speed things along—not that I need much help. The minty aroma fills the steamy space. It explains why Su

I have to bite my knuckle to keep from swearing. Even with the blue balls and the fire dick, I finish in less than two minutes. I have zero control over my aim, so I accidentally come all over Su

Now that I’ve taken care of issue number one, I check out the state of my balls. The situation could be worse. For now I’ll have to make do with a clean up. I use the pink razor in the shower since mine are in my bag. Using it means my balls have now vicariously touched Su

It isn’t until I’m toweling off that I realize I left my clean clothes in my duffle bag, which is sitting on the other side of the door. I peek my head out, expecting to find Su

I cross over to my bag and drop the towel on the floor, letting my balls air dry as I hunt for a pair of shorts. Just as I find what I’m looking for, the floor creaks.

“I brought you a giant penis.” Su

“You think my thunder stick is gigantic?”

“Thunder stick?”

“Is lightning rod of pleasure better?”

She sets the drinks down on the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re ridiculous.”

I consider forgoing the shorts and walking around naked, like I would if I was at my own place, but Su

Her eyes drop to my waist as I tuck myself into the shorts. “You’re not hard anymore.”

“Dicks are like balloons, they deflate.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Did you make it deflate?”

There isn’t much of a point to lying. “Yeah.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I wanted to make it deflate.”

I walk over and stroke her cheek. “Su

She rolls her eyes, but leans into the touch. “Was the shower an excuse to deflate?”

“That and I always feel gross after flying.” Violet’s the one who made it a problem after she mentioned that I’m breathing recycled air, and it’s full of people’s skin particles and shit floating around in the confined space. Sometimes she’s a real asshole.

“So you—” She gestures to my crotch, making the whacking-off motion. She’s generous in the way she holds her hand in a “C” shape, so it looks like I have a beer can for a dick. I’m hung, but that’s more in line with a circus dick.

“I did.”

“I hope you cleaned my shower after you spanked your monkey in it.” She moves back on the bed, making room for me.

“Spank my—did you—” I follow after her. “I think you’ve been talking to Violet too much.” I’m definitely not telling her I blew my load on her loofah. I need to remember to throw it out before she uses it again.

“I have an older brother, remember? His skating friends were always here, being gross. I went to my first party before I was legal to vote. I might not have the personal experience you do, but I’ve heard it all. Oh, and those boys in figure skating are way worse than the ones who play hockey.”

“Really?” I know Waters figure skated for a lot of years before he went to professional hockey. Almost every professional hockey player does a year of figure skating. It helps develop skills on the ice.

“Well, yeah, there are girls in figure skating. Those boys were always trying to get with them. It was all incest-y. Everyone was dating everyone else. Except Alex. He didn’t date anyone ’cause he was too busy.” She cocks her head to the side. “I bet the girls loved you when you were in figure skating. Those spandex outfits don’t hide anything.”

“I didn’t have to wear any spandex. I just took the lessons. I didn’t do the performance stuff.”

“Probably better that way. You would’ve terrified the ladies with your sword of lust.”

“I like that one.” I straddle her legs and lie on top of her, bracing my weight on my forearms, like a plank, and settle my head on her chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling with you.”

I’m not a pussy. I just like the snuggles. With bu

We lie there for a while, not saying anything, existing. When it’s me and her, and there isn’t any bu