PRICE OF DICK EXCERPT
EXCERPT from THE PRICE OF DICK
The next day, during one of my photo shoots, Dick called me from his job. No reason. Bored. Wanted to shoot the breeze. If that didn’t say someone was interested, nothing did. You saw these type of phone calls every day as part of that mating tango performed by most hetero couples. I continued the photo shoot with the phone tucked to my ear, listening. He liked to talk about himself. He liked hockey, baseball, football, fishing, camping, and running. All the typical jock predictables. It would all have been dull if not for that fact that this was a super-hot, virile stud who could be wasting his time talking to any number of women who drooled over him at the gym, and he was choosing to spend it on me. Did I like to run, he asked? I didn’t mind running. But it was a roundabout way of asking, “Do you want to run with me?” So, I lied like any horned-up moron and said, “I love to run!” And so, because the weather was nice, we made a “date” to run that evening rather than go to the gym. He’d pick me up.
I did what any respectable running partner would do. Trimmed my pubes, shaved my crack, flossed and gargled so my breath was minty fresh. I made sure there was plenty of KY in the cabinet and Trojans readily available in every drawer of every table and nightstand of each room. There was a six-pack chilling in the fridge if he needed courage. I was more than ready to run.
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The next day, during one of my photo shoots, Dick called me from his job. No reason. Bored. Wanted to shoot the breeze. If that didn’t say someone was interested, nothing did. You saw these type of phone calls every day as part of that mating tango performed by most hetero couples. I continued the photo shoot with the phone tucked to my ear, listening. He liked to talk about himself. He liked hockey, baseball, football, fishing, camping, and running. All the typical jock predictables. It would all have been dull if not for that fact that this was a super-hot, virile stud who could be wasting his time talking to any number of women who drooled over him at the gym, and he was choosing to spend it on me. Did I like to run, he asked? I didn’t mind running. But it was a roundabout way of asking, “Do you want to run with me?” So, I lied like any horned-up moron and said, “I love to run!” And so, because the weather was nice, we made a “date” to run that evening rather than go to the gym. He’d pick me up.
I did what any respectable running partner would do. Trimmed my pubes, shaved my crack, flossed and gargled so my breath was minty fresh. I made sure there was plenty of KY in the cabinet and Trojans readily available in every drawer of every table and nightstand of each room. There was a six-pack chilling in the fridge if he needed courage. I was more than ready to run.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Price-Dick-...
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