Together with a bottle of aspirin, I placed the glass on the bedside table, then left, closing the door behind me.
It wasn’t the first time he’d drunk himself stupid, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“Hey, Kash.” I moved past him on my way to the door. “Tripp’s passed out.”
“Of course he is. You leaving?”
“Yeah. I’m done with this shit.”
“I feel ya.” He leaned against the wall.
He was mostly sober, and I felt better about leaving Tripp in the state he was in. “Can you check on him a few times?”
“I gotchu, bruh.” He upnodded me, and I did the same.
Without a second glance, I stormed out of the house and over to where I’d parked the van.
I’d planned on spending the night, but I was still sober after one beer and a few sips of a screwdriver so I could drive home rather than order an Uber.
Fuck my dad and his new family.
Fuck his perfect wife and their perfect kids.
Fuck everyone.
11
JULES
jerkit262:c you soon bb
I exited out of Grindr and put my phone on the bed, next to a butt plug and some lube. Drumming my fingers on my knee, I looked between the phone and my toy.
I had forty minutes until I was supposed to meet jerkit for a hookup.
Being on Grindr was… interesting.
I’d been bombarded with messages since I’d signed up. My bio was short, simply stating that I was a bottom and looking for anonymous hookups. I’d taken a few headless, shirtless selfies in one of the bathrooms on campus after hours and used one as my avatar.
I didn’t think there was anything special about my profile, but by the number of messages I’d gotten, guys were into it.
Most of the messages had been a simple “sup” or “yo,” but a fair number had been dick pics.
I wasn’t against looking at dicks, and I wasn’t under any illusion of what type of app I was on, but it would be nice to get an actual greeting before I saw the goods.
It had taken me nearly a week, but I’d found a guy who seemed safe. We’d chatted a bit, just enough to exchange basic info. He was a student, lived off campus, and had a nice dick.
He also wasn’t big.
While Ash’s size had turned me on, the idea of hooking up with a stranger who could probably bench-press me made me nervous.
Ugh.
If I couldstopthinking about Ash every few minutes, that would be awesome.
It was his fault I was on the damn app.
The scene in the kitchen was branded on my brain, and I couldn’t stop replaying it.