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Monty’s cheeks had turned bright red as the grin spread even broader on his face. He looked down at his plate of fruit, eggs, and yogurt cup.

“Oh, I don’t think I’d be very good to sketch. But I liked you looking at me.”

Was he shy as fuck?

“You’re hard to miss,” I said, hoping to fuel his confidence. “Think about it and maybe if you’re at the next party with the fair, I’d love to sketch you for free.”

He nodded and leaned a little closer to say, “Next time, I’d like to look at you a little closer and longer in the shower.” With that, he headed to the dining room. Now it was my turn to represent the red cheeks.

Holy fucking shit. I loved this place and the little secure world Joel and Tristen had created. While I waited for my made to order omelet, I was aware of lots of people moving around me at the buffet. I smiled at the people who smiled at me, or said hello when they did. But for the most part, I kept my eyes on the chef and watched him make omelet as if it were a show in Vegas. My focus was on the chef, until a familiar voice pulled my attention away so swiftly and easily.

“Well, don’t you look like someone I could do dirty things to without regrets?” Tristen murmured from over my right shoulder.

Instantly, my stomach started doing the cliff diving thing again. I turned to see Tristen, but he had stepped up to stand by my side.

“Hi, good morning,” I said as my brain tried to put together words that weren’t awkward. I couldn’t suppress my huge smile.

“It’s a good morning for sure,” he said as his eyes skimmed my body.

He stretched out his hand, took hold of the side of my shirt and pulled it upward a little. He rested the back of his hand against my side and even though the lightweight T-shirt was a barrier, I could still feel the warmth of his skin. And I fucking loved it. He cocked his head slightly to the side and looked at the front of my shorts. A devious smile spread across his face.

“I take it you figured out how to put the ring on. You look incredible in it.”

“Thank you.” I held my tongue for a moment before I added, “I feel incredible.”

“Good.” Tristen looked in my eyes. “We want you to feel incredible.” He winked at me and then headed to the waffle station. I watched as the chef put two waffles on a plate and handed it to Tristen.

“Cash,” the chef called my name. It was really interesting because Tristen had turned around to see who was calling me. Almost as if protectively seeing who wanted my attention. It was exciting and made me feel good.

“Thank you,” I said to the chef as I collected my plate. I looked at Tristen and smiled when I saw him smile.

I went to another station to get some toast and then headed back to my table. When I sat down, I grabbed a grape jelly packet from the center of the table and glanced around as I opened it. I spotted Tristen sitting with Richard and Joel at a table not too far from me. While Joel and Richard had their backs toward me, Tristen was facing me. And for whatever reason, I decided to tease him some. I’d never teased or flirted with anyone like him, or Joel for that matter. I actually had never flirted with guys because I always needed alcohol to experiment with them. But this was different now.

I set the jelly packet to the side and parted my legs a little wider while I slid my napkin out from under the silverware. I made sure Tristen was watching and then I adjusted my dick over my shorts just before I dropped my napkin to my lap. Tristen tilted his head to the side, and his expression silently questioned, “Oh, really?”

Yeah, that’s right Mr. Tristen Elliot. You give me a cock ring, jockstrap, and clothes, and I’m going to mess with you during your waffle and coffee time. As I ate, he ate. I continued to tease Tristen by moving my legs and adjusting my dick. Honestly, I was really surprised at how comfortable this cock ring was.

I’d finished breakfast and had no reason to sit at my lonely table for one, other than to tease Tristen. Which, as tempting as it was, I didn’t want to look so obvious. When I stood, I made sure to face Tristen as I brushed off some invisible lint over the fly of my shorts. He smiled and shook his head as I collected my sketchbook and pencil bag. I went outside to sit by the pool and sketch until my first appointment at 10:00.

9

CASH

My 10:00 appointment was a couple of guys, Corbin and Brent, by the pool. They told me they’d been together for decades but openly played at these parties. They wanted a sketch of them sitting on the side of the pool, dicks out, while watching other guys in the pool. It was an easy enough sketch, and the only color they wanted in the picture were their swim trunks. I saved adding the color to the sketches until the end and added royal blue to Corbin’s trunks, and a deep red to Brent’s. When I showed it to them, they were really excited and said they loved it.

I had lunch with Owen by the pool. He said Nolan was getting a massage. I enjoyed the company of Owen, but I was also distracted thinking about Tristen and Joel. There was something about those guys that obviously drove me wild.

“So, are you coming to the party next month?” Owen asked as he popped the last piece of melon into his mouth.

“I think so,” I said. I fucking hoped so. “I want to come; I just need to have the bloodwork done. Joel told me yesterday that he’d make sure it was arranged, so I should have that done in time.”

“You’ll love it. Assuming you like this kind of atmosphere.”

“This is my first time being in this kind of environment, and I absolutely do love it.” I looked around at people enjoying their time and friends. “These parties seem very freeing, if that makes sense,” I said to Owen.

“It does make sense. And on top of that, they’re a lot of fun. And you’ll totally get a ton of attention.”

“You think so?”