Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 17: Processing

Brent: Here. This one’s mostly alcohol.

Me: Cheers to that!

We sat in the chaise lounges by the pool and quietly upped our blood alcohol content. Brent finally broke the silence.

Brent: I don’t consider myself a fragile person, but I can definitely say I’m a bit traumatized by that.

Me: Yeah. Me too. And that’s my doctor. Not sure I will ever be able to look at him quite the same way.

Brent: I know what a dominatrix is. But I get the feeling their little whipping routine is child’s play compared to the full-on assault we just witnessed.

Me: He wasn’t tied down. That was 100% voluntary. Even the pain levels were self-reported. I mean, he must have liked it. He shot 14 times. I may have flooded your couch last week, but I’ve never cum 14 times in a row. Have you?

Brent: Not even close. And nobody is smashing my balls to find out if I can. Nope. Nope. Not happening.

Me: Here’s an idea. No more porn. No more everybody else. No more what other people do. Let’s just explore our own curiosities. We’ve had enough suggestions to last us a long time. Let’s just see what we like and do that.

Brent: Well, I was liking that ass licking thing you were doing before the doctor got his balls flattened.

Me: I liked it too.

Brent: Can you imagine what the guys on the team would think about this if they were here?

Me: If they knew how good it felt, they would be standing in line waiting their turn.

Brent: True that. I just think it’s funny how uncomfortable everyone is with gay stuff. But I’ve never felt comfortable around girls, sexually that is. And yet, these last two weekends have been. Well, I don’t know how to describe it.

Me: Easy. The word is easy. I don’t feel like I am trying. It’s just happening. I mean we’re thinking about it now, but for the most part, I’ve been on horny autopilot. I was always worried about how to do sex. When you are really into it, there’s not a worry in the world.

Brent: I’m game to just have as much fun as we can while we rule this little kingdom. Let’s not think about gay. Let’s not think about school. Let’s not think about our parents. Let’s just try things and see what we like and what we don’t.

Me: Deal. But under one condition. Whatever we try, we both do it. . . .at least once.

Brent: So, you’re gonna fuck me then?

Me: Hell yeah I’m gonna fuck that cute hairy ass of yours, and you’re gonna like it!

Brent: We’ll see about that.