“I’m not a complete moron when it comes to this stuff. “Sorry if that’s too much information, but you asked,” I said taking a swig of my beer. “Yep, that’s what that means,” I confirmed. I laughed out loud and nodded my head yes. “Yeah, I work out a lot and I’m also a bottom, so my butt gets a really good workout.” I watched as his brain quickly worked out exactly what that meant. “Your ass is getting pretty fucking big.” “You’ve really been working out, huh Cam,” he commented. “Here you go,” I said putting the beer down in front of Truitt and then sitting down. “He’s been watching your ass the whole time you’ve been up here,” the bartender chuckled as I walked away. “That’s my brother-in-law,” I replied with a smirk. “Who is the hot guy you’re with?” He asked. I was familiar with the bartender after so many times here and he leaned in while handing me our beers. “Keep them coming,” he said with his light Southern accent. I watched as my brother-in-law’s eye went straight to the bulge in my khakis before looking up at me. “Want another beer?” I asked standing up. “The city has been good to me, so far,” I smiled. “Oh, yeah, stud?” Truitt replied with a smile as he sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed stance. “I’m getting it all, bro,” I smiled as I decided just to embrace our new relaxed relationship. We didn’t really discuss things like that, but I guess we were never in a city far from home by ourselves without my sister around. “Are you at least getting your dick sucked?” Truitt asked surprising me. “So, how is your dating life?” He asked without any realization that he was only asking after eye fucking the muscle guy. The jacked guy Truitt was unconsciously drooling over left with his buddy and my brother-in-law finally returned mentally to our table. Mississippi is a conservative place but homosexuality isn’t as taboo or hidden as it use to be.
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I’m out to my family but I also don’t shove anything in their face as we continue to learn how to navigate the subject. The bar I brought Truitt to isn’t a gay bar per se, but it’s a gathering place for a lot of the more masculine, sports-loving gay dudes in this part of town. I had seen the guy before and knew that he got around.
“That guy is fucking jacked,” he said as his mouth was open and his eyes were locked on the guys large build. I turned to see what my brother-in-law was looking at as I followed his gaze. “Damn, man,” Truitt said interrupting his own story about his son (my nephew). We got a beer and sat down at a table right across from the bar that was good for people watching as we caught up and discussed how things were back in Jackson. I quickly moved us along as we walked toward the bar I wanted to show him. My cock twitched as I smelled his cologne and heard him say this. Truitt held me tight before pulling back and telling me I smelled good. I smiled back and shook his hand as he pulled me in for a bear hug. “Holy shit, Cam!” He said with his signature smile. “What? How do you …” Truitt started to ask right before he finally saw me.
“You’re not,” I said slightly annoyed that he didn’t see me right in front of him. “Cameron, I think I’m lost,” Truitt said as he was walking down the sidewalk right toward me. He married my oldest sister and is 10 years older, but we’ve always gotten along and were even in the same frat, so we bonded over that. Besides, the amount of cock I take on a weekly basis for those married closet cases at work should be enough for me to dress how I want.Īnyway, my brother-in-law called last week to tell me that he’s coming to the city for a few days for business and wanted to hang out. I still had my Southern preppy style that the rest of the guys on the trading desk loved to make fun of, but this is the style at Ole Miss and I like it. I had just moved to NYC a few months ago and was settling in nicely to my Wall Street job.