“Sorry we’re late. It took us a while to get going this morning.” I looked at Gary and grinned.
“Hmm.” Ethan narrowed his eyes at me. “I take it you had a good trip?”
“It was a great trip.” I nodded and continued to grin.
“Thank you for what you did for my dog.” Gary extended his hand to Ethan. “You’re a lifesaver.”
“A handshake? Come on.” Ethan grabbed Gary and hugged him. “We’re family now.”
“Hey, Violet?” I looked in the direction of my name and saw the pale, dark haired guy approaching. “I’m Kurt. I know we haven’t had a chance to be properly introduced.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kurt. Would you like to go somewhere and talk? I’d like to get to know you.” I smiled and motioned towards one of the side rooms that joined with the living room.
“Sure, that would be great.” Kurt nodded and followed me as I headed towards the room.
I sat down with Kurt and we started talking. He seemed to be very inquisitive. He asked a lot of questions and paid careful attention to what I said. After he redirected the conversation a few times, I realized he was actually avoiding any discussion about his own life. I could see hurt in his eyes. He looked like he had been wounded in some way, and whatever did it, had left a deep impact on his soul. I had never met him before we sat down together, but I felt an intense need to protect him. I had never felt that way about the other guys. I was usually the one that needed protecting, not the other way around.
“If I keep talking about my life, I’m going to have to start repeating myself to keep the conversation going.” I reached over the touched his hand. “Tell me something about yourself. It doesn’t have to be whatever you’re nervous about—anything will do.”
He finally opened up, but it was still slow. He told me about his life in Blue Ridge, growing up in a small mountain town, and how he was kind of an outcast because he wasn’t a jock. The details started ringing bells in my memories and I realized his secret, even before he admitted it. He was the fuck kid. I was ashamed to remember the number of times I watched the video while hysterically laughing with my friends. I never thought about the damage it was probably doing to the poor guy that made the mistake. Hearing his story, and the complications it brought to his life, made me tear up slightly.
“You can laugh now.” He shrugged. “If that is what you want to do.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m not going to laugh at you. In fact, I’m going to do something that takes your mind off of that video completely.”
I had never wielded my sexuality like that—as a way of distracting someone from their pain. Kurt was very docile and submissive when I reached out and ran my hand along his leg. He tensed up when I squeezed his cock. His arms were practically rigid against the back of the couch and there was panic in his face. I moved my hand away and studied his expression for a moment. He wasn’t enjoying himself. I might have been distracting him from his story about the video, but it wasn’t in a good way. The reality hit me like a lighting bolt.
“Kurt, are you a virgin?” I leaned back against the couch.
“Yes.” He nodded with the same panicked look in his eyes.
“Wow, okay—so different approach.” I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to come on so strong.”
“No, I mean—I liked it.” He nodded. “I just don’t really know what to do.”
“Close your eyes for a moment.” I scooted closer to him.
“Okay.” He nodded and closed one eye, seemingly still rather terrified, but then finally closed the other one.
“Just pretend I’m not here for a moment. You’re alone in your room and you’re feeling the urge—you know the one I’m talking about, right?” I watched as his breathing got a little harder.
“Yeah.” He nodded quickly.
“Nobody’s home, it’s just you and your cock. I bet you’d take it out and play with it, wouldn’t you?” I smiled when his breathing got even deeper.
“Yes.” He nodded quickly again.
“Okay, do it.” I leaned against the couch. “Pretend you’re all alone.”
There was a lot of hesitation. His fingers were practically trembling when he started to unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down below his balls and I saw his dick starting to get hard. For a guy that wasn’t stacked like the rest of the men I had been with, he had a rather large cock. He squeezed it in his hand and after a few seconds of concern, he finally started to move his hand up and down the shaft. Watching him pleasure himself made me start to get wet and as badly as I wanted to get on top of him and ride his beautiful cock until I exploded, I knew I still had to take it slow.
“Okay, what are you thinking about now?” I leaned a little closer to him. “What is going through your mind?”
“I’m—uh.” The words got caught in his throat.
“Tell me.” I lightly kissed his cheek. “Tell me what you’re fantasizing about to get your cock so hard.”
“I’m thinking about...” He gasped for a moment. “I’m thinking about you—ya know.”