Little bro: with?
Me: um, so we haven’t done *insert peach emoji* stuff yet even though I’m pretty sure we both really want to
Little bro: okay, tmi, dude
Me: ugh, come on, please help me? I’ve watched porn but it’s not exactly quality learning material so I can’t go off of it, and I’ve read some stuff online too and used some toys, but I just want to make sure I don’t fuck it up. I want it to be good for him, for both of us. Please? I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this stuff
Little bro: okay, fine, what do you want to know?
Me: I don’t know, what do I need to know?
Little bro: if you have used toys you probably have a pretty good handle on it already, just make sure you use lotsof lube, go slow, stretch as much as you can first, and talk to each other. And don’t freak out if it hurts, that’s normal, as long as it doesn’t hurt the whole time. Also remember that if you don’t like it, that’s okay, too
I breathe out and type, my body relaxing a bit.
Me: Okay, thanks. While we’re on the subject, is there anything we should know about, like things we may not know or things that we should try?
Little bro: Lord have mercy. Look, I’m not gonna go into detail about stuff, but I’ll give you some terms to look up. A lot of stuff, like if you guys are into the kinky shit, isn’t specific to dudes and some of it that is you are probably already doing without realizing there’s a name for it
Me: okay, thanks
Little bro: I can’t believe I’m typing these out while I wait to meet my husband
Me: I love you
Little bro: shut up, you just made it weirder
Me: lol, sorry
Little bro: okay, look up frotting, rimming, snowballing, and docking
Me: got it thank you, seriously
Little bro: I would say any time but that would be a lie
Little bro: you’re gonna be fine, just remember to communicate, gotta go, Pierre is here
When I get off the phone with Tommy I text Bentley. He’s at work so it might be a while before he responds, but I can’t go a whole day without hearing from him. I miss him like crazy when we’re not together.
Me: Miss you, my beautiful cowboy
I grin, knowing he’ll react so beautifully to my words. I fucking love that telling him he’s pretty arouses him, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. Jesus, I know I’ve turned into a fucking sap when it comes to him, but I am onehundred percent okay with it. We still text each other gifs and memes and our silly The Rock and penguin messages, but our texts in general lately have been a bit more mushy in nature, and a bit more sexual, too.
I don’t get his reply until half an hour later when I assume he’s either on lunch break or in between clients.
My Cowboy: miss you, too, we watching Supernatural tonight?
Me: i hope so, but maybe after other activities?
My Cowboy: hmmm, what did you have in mind?
Me: It involves you and me, and very little clothing
My Cowboy: very little?
Me: Okay, no clothing
My Cowboy: I like the sound of that
