Daniel’s Reviews > Mr. Romance > Status Update

I blink away water and focus on his cock, which is only half-hard. “Hello.” I stroke a finger along the length, and it perks up. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Charlie…” Lee sounds exasperated, but when I look up, he’s smiling.

“Shh. This is between me and your dick. We need some alone time.”

“Can you get on with it before the water goes cold?”

“I think I have feelings for Lee.”

Ian raises a brow. “You think?”

I sigh. “I’m butthole over nose in love with him.”

“Butthole ov— Dude, what the fuck?”

“It’s an expression,” I defend. “Stop picking on what I’m saying and help me!”

I stare at my phone for a while. It’s clearly not going to get up and come closer to me on its own, but maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I can move it with the power of my mind. Who knows what really happened last night? Maybe my memory is so fuzzy because aliens abducted me and performed experiments that developed my tele… something ability. Telepathic? No, that’s to talk from brain to brain. Tele… motion?

Turns out Drunk Charlie is even funnier than Sober Charlie! 😆

“Something’s wrong!” Charlie declares in alarm as the elevator jolts into motion. “The world is moving! We’re trapped in a box! Oh no, they have us! The machines rose up!”

“It’s fine, Charlie,” I say in my most soothing voice. His eyes focus blearily on me.

“Lee! They got you too? Oh noooo. I wanted to save you.”

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“You’ve never—”

“Nope. Not with a person, anyway. I have some great toys. That’s how I know I love bottoming.” His gaze drops to my lap, where there’s no hiding how into this conversation I am. “So you’ll fuck me, right? But face-to-face. I want to see your body and think of the bad things I can do with it.”

YES ...
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"If I cross a line, you can walk away. But now isn’t the time to talk about this. Let’s wait until tomorrow. We can both think it over and come up with stuff we need to discuss beforehand.”

Look at me, being all mature and shit. Although the only stuff I think we need to discuss is his favorite brand of lube. Unless he just wants to kiss, in which case, do those kisses have to be confined to mouths only?

I need a break now to recover from this stitch in my side! 😁

“C’mon, tell me exactly what happened.”

“Didn’t you watch the video?” I ask acidly.

“More than once, but now I want to hear your side.”

I throw my pillow at him, which he catches and puts behind himself, leaning back comfortably. He’s clearly ready for story time. There’s a long silence when I’m done.

“Wow,” he says at last. “When you fuck yourself, you don’t use lube.”