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3. SAM

Zander, short for Alexander was a weird combination of every guy I’d ever dated, an amalgamation of my type. His physique was hiding behind the black shirt he wore, but I could tell he wasn’t one of those gym rats that was obsessed with image, even if during our tipsy talk he’d maybe—sorta confessed to making porn.

Before leaving, I wondered if anyone around had been the guy hiding in that bear mask. It hadn’t been my strangest experience, but it was definitely in my top five. It was the strangest gnawing sensation, like a piece of information that slipped through my sieve brain.

“You better have top shelf liquor,” I told him as we waited outside for our Uber. I had a large black coat on, keeping myself covered up as I was almost naked in my current outfit.

Zander had a large duffle bag under his arm. “You’ll see when we get there.”

I didn’t want to wait. I liked to know in advance. I hated surprises, because I was always thinking of the worse. The only surprise I liked was in the form of a surprise erection, and especially when that surprise was a grower. The transformation from a small softie into a thick megalith cock had me salivating at the thought.

In the back of the Uber, we both had our hands tucked into our inner thighs. His hidden a little beneath my coat. We were both getting far too frisky and comfortable in a car that neither of us owned. From the grip I had on his cock, I knew it was thick, and it didn’t even seem fully hard. Showers, growers, and everything in between, I just loved dick. My friends often compared me to Samantha from Sex and The City, which was funny since I was Samuel, but I was usually the youngest in my friendship groups.

Before anything could get too far, Zander noted that we weren’t far from his place. And in that moment, as he whispered, there was something familiar about his voice. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in and making me misremember, but I recalled getting very hard to that exact same husky whisper earlier.

“Ok, so when we go inside, I’m gonna need to tell you something,” he said as the car pulled up outside an apartment building.

“Let me note your address down first, just in case I go missing,” I said, seeing the Uber driver look at me through the rear view mirror. “I’m kidding.”

“Funny,” Zander said. “Let’s get out.”

I sent over the address to Ash who already knew where I was going through his boyfriend, Gael. I was just being safe, since there were a couple things about Zander that started to make me raise questions.

“What do you need to tell me?” I asked in the light of the streetlamp outside his building. It was better he tell me now than wait until I was up there.

“I have a lot of toys,” he said. “You might get a little overwhelmed.” He wiggled his brows at me, hugging the duffle tighter under his arm. “I’m just saying, it’s not something everyone is comfortable with.”

I pinched fingers, pulling his chest hair. “Try me,” I said. “I love toys.”

Zander stuck his tongue out as long as it could stretch. It was an invite into his mouth and I accepted. The street was probably the worst place to start making out, because all I wanted to do now was jump into his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, and use a little wiggle to get his belt unbuckled and trousers down his ankles. I had skills, and I was about to introduce him to them.

He initiated it, giving my ass a spank and a squeeze, pulling me up onto his hips. He pushed the coat up, telling the street that I couldn’t hide. He backed up against the wall, still feeling my ass, his hands trying their best to go up my jean shorts. They were skintight, he was fighting a losing battle, whereas I’d already managed to unbuckle his belt.

“You have a bed upstairs,” I said in a respite from his tongue in my mouth.

“I thought you were into a little outdoor fun.”

“From the conversation we had, you’re the exhibitionist, I’m the voyeur,” I said, and at that moment, his trousers fell by his ankles.

He kissed my neck. “Then why are you trying to get fucked outside?”

He had a point, but I wasn’t trying to fuck outside, it was just the way everything was working out. “I’m not. You are. I would prefer a bed, but I’m not opposed to letting you keep kissing me out here.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got something to tell you before we take this any further,” he said, giving my ass a spank. “Hop off.”

I hopped off his waist, seeing his cock bulge in his briefs, and as my eyes travelled down, I noticed the duffle on the floor. “There isn’t even anyone on the street to observe.”

Zander snickered, slowing dipping to pick his jeans up from around his ankles. “And I think even if we did fuck right here, it wouldn’t be the craziest thing to happen on the streets today.”

“So, what did you want to tell me?” I stared into his eyes, trying to figure him out.

“I don’t want this to come off weird or anything,” he said, his tongue bitten between his teeth. “But I need you to trust me when I tell you—”

“You’re the guy from the club, aren’t you?” I asked, looking him over.

“Oh, how—”

“It’s your smell,” I said, the final clue to the puzzle. “I thought your voice was familiar.”