Chapter 18: It’s Alright…Alright
Toby’s heart races, his d**k beats rhythmically, and his hands begin to tremble with nervousness. He’s unsure of what has just occurred on the sofa, reaches down for his shirt near his feet, slips it over his head and shoulders, covers his hairy torso, and asks again, “What did I do?”
Grant is a melancholic pale in his cheeks and shakes his head. “Nothing. This isn’t about you.”
“But it is about me. We were just getting ready to give each other blowjobs. Of course it was about me.” His octave sounds damning and hurtful, but Toby doesn’t intend for it to come across this way. Not as of yet, anyway. Confused, he rubs a hand down and over his face, concentrates on the stud positioned on the opposite side of the sofa, and adds, “Something tells me you’re not
