Your Choice Sir {gay/rimming}
It was Wednesday again, and I was driving towards a building that sat in a newly gentrified area of the city. I never would have guessed that this is how my life would have turned out due to one of my hook-ups slipping me a card with the words, You Choose , with an embossed male ass in the middle on one side and a phone number on the other. I wasn’t sure what to think about it. ==== Months And Months Ago ==== “Is this how I get in contact with you again?” I asked him. He had already turned towards the door of the hotel room we shared for the night. “Maybe,” he turned his head to tell me before pulling open the door and walking out of my life. I looked down at the card again as I brushed my thumb over the little protruding ass. I didn’t want to appear too pushy or eager by calling the number right away, so I placed it in my wallet for later. I ended up forgetting about that little piece of paper for three months. I was on the hunt for my driver’s license at the time. I ...