“What if you suck the wrong dick next time you’re at the howdy hole?” Jesse widened his eyes dramatically. I gaped at him. “What the fuck? Is howdy hole the trendy name for a glory hole?” Jesse pursed his lips and booped me on the nose. “No. I made it up, but it should be. Howdy hole is friendlier. Inviting like a handshake. But with dicks.” When I stopped wheezing with laughter, I said, “I wouldn’t suck the wrong dick, though. I’d know his dick anywhere.” He put a hand over his heart and batted his lashes. “That’s so romantic.”
