Page 407 of His Hungry Wolf
“What time is the will reading?”
“It’s at 11.”
I looked at the clock. It was already past 10. How had I slept so late?
“Shit! Was there something you wanted to do before then?”
“You mean before my family hated me for life?”
“You don’t know how they’ll respond. Who knows? Maybe they’ll surprise you.”
“You think there’s a chance they’ll find out my grandmother left me everything and they won’t declare war against me? Have you met them?”
“I have. But, if you give them a chance, people change. And maybe once they realize that they can’t push you around anymore, they’ll be nicer to you.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he said not believing it. “Can you be with me when they read it? They’ll probably say some horrible things about you being there, but I want you with me.”
“Of course!” I said honored that he would want me there. “And don’t worry, I learned a long time ago to not listen to what people say. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but neither should you.
“People who only care about themselves aren’t worth winning over because all you’ll ever be to them is a means to an end. There’s no way you can win with them. So what’s the point in playing their game?”
Lou stared at me stunned. “Wow!”
“What?” I asked suddenly feeling self-conscious.
“I’ve never heard you talk like this. Is it because we slept together? Because if it is, sign me up,” he said with a flirtatious smile.
“You’re on the top of the list,” I said never wanting him more.
“Nice,” he said giving me a wink. “But as true as what you said might be, it’s not easy to stop caring what they think. I’ve lived a lifetime with them telling me that what they think should be the only thing that matters. I can’t just flip that switch like it’s a light.”
“I know. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I wish you could see yourself the way I see you instead of the way they do.”
“And how’s that,” he asked vulnerably.
“As someone who’s pretty great. Someone who cares a lot about their friends even if you hide it behind jokes. Also, you’re so funny. If I ever want to feel good or have a good laugh, all I need to do is find you. Lou, you’re the greatest guy I know,” I said showing him my heart.
Lou twisted his mouth not believing it but not wanting to argue.
“You should tell my family that. Because as far as they’re concerned, I’m just their embarrassing, too gay son. Ya know, I often wonder if they would love me more if I was a good gay.”
“A good gay?”
“You know, like Quin or Nero’s boyfriend.”
“Oh, you mean boring?”
Lou burst into laughter. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
I shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe they would treat you differently. But, you’re you. That’s not gonna change. And the people who care about you are grateful for that because we all like you exactly the way you are.”
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, Lou took a breath and then climbed on top of me wrapping his arm around me. I loved it. The problem was that I still had a massive erection. How could I help it? Lou had been sitting in front of me with his shirt off.
And the last thing I needed ruining this heartfelt moment was my hard cock. How would I explain that? ‘I know you’re hurting right now, Lou, and I’m saying nice things to you. But really, all I want is to strip you naked and push inside of you as you groan.’
I allowed him to hold me for a second and then pulled away and sat up. I leaned forward trying to bury my aching dick between my legs.
“What’s the matter?” he asked responding to my abruptness.