Colossal (Big Boys)

by Jessa Kane

“If you make it through this whole day without finding a better guy, if you still want to be my girlfriend after seeing everyone who’s out there wanting a shot with you, I will…still wonder if I’m fucking dreaming. But I will proudly and confusedly be your boyfriend.”

I’m going to be a better boyfriend starting tomorrow. My only excuse is I didn’t see her coming. Like, at all. But excuses are for losers.

“You’re…you…” I swallow and start over. “You think you’re a come slut?” Gravely, she nods, like she’s telling me a terrible secret, instead of the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. “But only for your come,” she qualifies in a breathy whisper. Never mind. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. In my life.

“That is absolute garbage. There is nothing and no one sweeter than you. Didn’t I say you were a little cupcake? You think I would say something that embarrassing unless I really meant it?” She hiccups a laugh and relief soars in my middle. “You have healthy urges, Marlow. All of them are totally normal, even if they’re a tiny bit more…” “Pronounced?” “Pronounced. Exactly.”

This smoke show I met this morning is obsessed with my come—and only my come. Sure. Just normal, everyday shit.

My cock is so stiff, it’s pushing past the top of my waistband, but I don’t have a free hand to adjust myself, so I’m basically just strolling through the neighborhood with a twelve-inch destroyer in my sweatpants.

When I realize she’s going to kneel directly on the asphalt, I strip off my hoodie and lay it down on the ground, making a cushion for her knees, and she sighs up at me like I’m the hero in this scenario,

holy shit, holy shit, I’m in the school parking lot with my dick out.

“And you know how much come I let out. If I was down your throat when it happened, you could choke.” Instead of being cautious or horrified by my warning, she looks up at me with starry eyes. “I love when you talk dirty to me.”

“We only just met, though. Did I…do you think I’m…” His amusement is beginning to disappear. “Do I think you’re what? The most perfect girl on earth? Yeah. I do.”

“The idea of having a wife turns you on?” “No. The idea of having you as my wife turns me on.”

“How am I supposed to think straight with you in that outfit?” “You don’t have to think straight,” I say, going up on my tippy toes, so I can slip my arms around his big neck. “You only have to think about me.”

“How could you think I was breaking up with you?” he says, his expression one of pure disbelief. “When I said I love you, I meant forever. This is forever.”

“There isn’t a single thing wrong about you, do you understand me? You have a big sexual appetite. That’s why you’ve got a big man who can handle it. Who loves handling it.”