Michael is nervous because he is bringing his boyfriend Sean to his parents’ place for the first time. Even more, Sean is a werecock and does not understand why that has to be kept a secret from Michael’s parents...
“It’s just a few meters, you’ll survive,” I say to Sean who hesitates to get out of the car.
Instead of replying, he just looks at his phone one more time. Now I realize he isn’t hesitating because of the cold.
“No answer?” I ask.
I’m not sure what to say. After years of no contact, his brother reached out to him through a mutual friend a couple weeks ago. Nothing dramatic, just a sign he was still alive, it seems. A simple ‘I was told this is your number’ was effectively all Sean got.
Sean of course was excited, but wanted to take things at his brother’s pace, so as to not overwhelm him. There was exceedingly little communication since, until Sean invited him to this year’s Christmas dinner with our parents.
“Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet?” I offer, trying to be helpful.
“It’s marked as ‘read’.” Sean was not taking his eyes off the screen, as if he could miss a potential reply.
I put a hand on his thigh. “The important thing is that he knows he’s welcome.”
“What if he doesn’t come?”
I think for a moment. “Then there is always another chance next year.”
Upon hearing this, Sean looks up from the phone and I see a hopeful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He turns around and looks through the window. “Your mom’s already waiting. Shall we?”
Eight years ago
Three men entered the dark room. They had only met each other minutes ago at the bar, giving each other looks, buying the other a drink or two, before they agreed on a threesome.
The third guy, the youngest, though not by much, got down on his knees while the other two men pulled out their cocks and started to kiss each other, leaving the man on his knees to worship their dicks.
None of the men bothered to fully undress, instead opting to simply pull their cocks through the zippers.
After some minutes of tasting both dicks, the guy on the ground showed a clear preference for one of them. This was planned so that the other man could then claim the opposite end.
Moving behind the guy on the ground, the man grabbed him by the butt and lifted his rear end up. He started to knead the buttocks, eliciting a moan around the cock in the guy’s mouth. Then the man slowly unzipped the back of the guy’s leather pants and started to feel the crack with his fingers, while lubing his own cock with his other hand.
A few minutes of foreplay passed. Then the man in the back aligned his own cock with the guy’s ass. He then entered and started with slow thrusts.
Heavy breaths and moans filled the booth, until the guy in the middle let out a confused “What the fuck?”
His hand lost grip of his cock and suddenly he was feeling blank skin on his crotch. He looked down to see a cock, with balls attached, lying on the ground. He recognized it as his own.
“What the—” He began to cry out, but was cut off, his head quickly reforming into something else, his face bulging outwards, the chin moving up, and the entire surface smoothing out, until only a giant glans remained atop his shoulders.
After seeing the transformation and the detached cock on the floor, the two men stared at each other, realization dawning, before moving their attention back to the guy on the ground.
At this point, he was falling to his knees as his arms and legs were quickly receding, while his torso became more cylindrical by the second. Additionally, he grew smaller and smaller, after only seconds later, there were two cocks, each with their own set of balls, lying on the floor, one of them inside a pile of clothes.
The two remaining men stood there, momentarily frozen by surprise.
The glans of the still stiff cock of the man who was in front formed into the head of another man.
The cockhead looked down at the floor. “Well, shit.”
I enter the guest room where I see Sean lying on the bed in half-form, his lower body a giant cock. He already went ahead and brought our luggage up, while I brought the presents from the car inside.
I close the door behind me and look at the empty suitcases and bags, the contents already moved to the cupboards for the upcoming nights.
“Already exhausted?” I ask.
“Today is going to be a long day.” He stretches. “I decided to get some rest so I can stay in human form all evening.”
I move over to the bed and join him. I prop myself up on an elbow to let my eyes wander over his body. “Looks like you’re out of shape. Maybe we should train keeping you off my crotch more often.”
“Or maybe you should start bringing me to your parents on your crotch.” He gives me a smirk.
“No. Your dads aren’t going to come as cocks either, right?”
He looks to the side, a thoughtful look on his face. “I guess not.”
There is a short break. After some seconds he turns to face me again. We both just look at each other. Sean is so different today, melancholic almost, lost in thought. He is not exactly unhappy, but he doesn’t smile either, unusual for him. Sean normally always has a mischievous thought tucked away somewhere.
“Aren’t you excited that our parents meet today?” I know he never got to introduce his dads to another boyfriend, let alone a boyfriend’s parents.
“I am.” He simply looks at me.
My eyes go to his smartphone, which is lying next to him. It never left his side today. “But your brother…”
“You shouldn’t worry.” I try to reassure him.
Finally, a smile. “I try not to.”
“Why did you pick a get together with our parents for the first time?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why not invite him to dinner with only your family, your dads and you?”
Sean’s hands involuntarily go to his phone, but he doesn’t pick it up. “He always felt like he didn’t belong. My werecock dads and I think nothing of being werecocks, but he does. I figured having humans around would make him feel less like—” I see his lips keeping in a word that would have otherwise escaped, before settling on another. “–an outcast, I guess. Like he’s less in the focus.”
“I see. Looks like you thought this through then.”
Sean looks up at me. “You think it was wrong?”
“I don’t know your brother, but your social observation skills are better than mine, so I trust you on that.”
He puts his arms around me.
“So…” I put a hand on his lower body. “Wanna have some fun, before tea?”
“I was thinking just cuddling actually.”
“Sounds fine to me.”
Sean, eight years ago
I was looking at my hands. The first thing I remembered was loud music, dim light and lying on the ground. There was a bit of a silent commotion going on around me, two men whispering logistics to each other, calling a taxi, grabbing me and another cock and hiding us somewhere in their clothes.
There was barely any talking during the ride. I couldn’t see anything, I only heard some directions given to the driver, and the rumbling of the car below.
It was a strange combination of hectic and uneventful.
Then they pulled us out of their pockets and put us on a sofa. Suddenly there were four men, the two from the club, fully dressed, and two other men who were naked. I noticed the two naked men had no cocks and balls on their crotch.
One of the naked men was talking to us. “Hey, I know this is confusing to you two, but it’s safe now. If you can, try to change into human form.”
I tried, and felt myself growing, until hands appeared in my vision. My own hands. Behind them I could see my lower body, which was a giant cock.
The same man from a few seconds ago talked to me directly this time. “Hey. I’m Rodney.” He looked at the other men and then back at me and smiled. “We… We’re your dads.”
I looked at everyone. The emotions on their faces were mixed, the other naked guy was surprised but tried to force a smile, the two clothed men looked unsure and nervous, but Rodney was emanating an aura of kindness.
I looked over to the other cock on the sofa. It wiggled a little.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“That’s… That’s your brother.”
Just then, I saw the other cock growing larger, eventually forming two arms and his glans formed into a head. Now that he had a mouth, he let out labored groans as if the transformation was difficult for him.
Once he had grown to human size, albeit with a cock shaft as a body and a set of balls at his base, he was breathing heavily. I saw sweat running down his temples.
He looked down at his body and grabbed the foreskin at his neck. “Oh god, what’s happening to me?”
“Don’t worry, nothing bad is happening.” Rodney began talking. “I can explain everything.”
The guy looked at Rodney, confused, and then at the other two clothed men in the back. “What have you done to me?!”
“Please, I will explain everything,” Rodney offered. “But calm down, okay?”
The guy didn’t say anything, but looked at Rodney, his breath slowing.
Rodney looked at the other naked man. “Are you turned or born?”
Rodney nodded in my brother’s direction. “Can you tell him everything? I guess it makes more sense if you do that, cause I’m born.”
“Of course,” the man said.
Rodney turned to me. “Do you think you can walk?”
I tried turning my lower body into a pair of legs. “Yeah, I think so.”
Rodney then led me to an adjacent room and told one of the clothed men to follow us.
Once the door was closed, Rodney and I sat down on the bed. I immediately turned my lower body back into a cock. The transformation wasn’t as exhausting as it seemed to be for my brother, but I still felt the toll.
“This is Glenn, by the way.” Rodney gestured towards the clothed man who was still standing. “He’s my boyfriend.”
Glenn gave me an awkward handwave and I waved back.
“So…” Rodney gathered his thoughts. “You’re a werecock.”
“Is my brother a werecock, too?”
“Of course.” Rodney smiled. “I’m also a werecock, and so is….” He paused. “The other man currently talking to your brother. I don’t actually know his name.” He gave Glenn a questioning glance, but he shook his head as well.
I looked at Glenn. “What about you?”
“I’m not a werecock.” Glenn forced a smile.
“Glenn and—” Rodney turned to Glenn. “Vincent was it?” Glenn nodded. “Glenn and Vincent, the two clothed guys, are not werecocks, they’re humans.”
I thought for a second. “Why did my brother act like this?”
“Because he was a human before today,” Rodney explained. “He’s a turned werecock.”
“And I am not?”
“No, you are a born werecock, just like me.” Rodney smiled.
“And you are my dads?”
Rodney looked at Glenn . “Yeah, I guess we are now. And so is Vincent and the other werecock.”
Something occurred to me. “I don’t have a name.”
“No, not yet.”
“How do I get one?”
Rodney gave me a warm smile. “You choose one.”
“Yeah, this is a great idea. These go well with carrots. What else do you have?” I hear Sean discuss garden things with my dad at the other end of the living room. After we had tea these two have been talking about seeds my dad bought, all afternoon.
However, now it’s almost time for dinner and I offered to help my mom get things ready, such as dressing the table. Sean’s dads had not arrived yet, but they would be here any minute.
“All done, I think.” I peek back to the dinner table. All that’s needed now is the food, and the people of course.
My mom takes a look as well. “Thank you.”
“Do you need any more help?” I ask.
“No, I don’t think so.” My mom looks around the kitchen. “The food’s all ready. I’ll just leave it on low heat until the guests arrive.”
“All right,” I say before turning to leave.
My mother lowers her voice a bit. “Umm, Michael?”
“About Sean’s brother, Evan?”
“Do you think he’s coming?”
I think for a second. “I don’t know him, but he hasn’t replied to Sean’s message.” I shrug. “I wouldn’t count on it, but… Maybe?”
“I set his plate just in case.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering.” My mother looks over to Sean and my dad immersed in their conversation. “Do you know what happened between them? It’s not going to cause any drama, is it?”
Again, all I can do is shrug. “Sean didn’t really talk about it a lot, but from what I gather they had a bit of a falling out. Evan… He didn’t adjust to the turning very well.”
“It was an accident if I remember correctly?”
“Yeah, that may be the reason.”
“I cannot guarantee that there will be no drama,” I admit. “But this means a lot to Sean. He hasn’t been the same since he sent his brother the text. Thank you for letting him have the opportunity.”
“Of course.” My mother smiles.
“Truth be told, even if today’s evening ends in drama, that would still be progress I feel. Evan hasn’t talked to Sean and his dads in seven years.”
My mother nods. “This wound cannot heal if they don’t talk.”
“Then let’s hope for the best.”
I smile and hug my mom. “Thank you.”
“Oh, Michael.” My hug took my mom by surprise. “If we c—”
Her words are cut short by the sound of the doorbell.
I immediately make eye contact with Sean.
My mom already makes her way to the door, with Sean following some distance behind, like a child about to meet Santa for the first time.
Finally the door opens to reveal four men standing there.
“Hello.” The man in front, Rodney, holds a wine bottle in front of him. “We are Sean’s dads.”
I smile at how easy it is to tell who is a werecock and who is a human. The werecocks are covered in layers upon layers of clothes. Rodney makes his way into the door first, while Darius is ushered in by his boyfriend Vincent, who is well aware of how werecocks react to cold temperatures.
While my mom lets them in and introduces herself, Sean dashes forward. “Dads!” He then takes turns hugging them all one by one.
“My, please don’t take this the wrong way,” my mom begins. “But I expected… someone… older…”
Glenn laughed. “Well, we were just a few years older than—” He lowers his voice. “Sean’s brother.”
“And physically they’re the same age,” Rodney added.
“Come on, take a seat.” Sean makes his way to the table. I think I see a spring in his step. “Everything’s ready. Time for dinner!”
I don’t remember Sean ever being this excited before, especially not in the past weeks after contacting his brother. I’m half worried he might spontaneously turn into cock-form then and there from all the excitement.
We met up with his fathers only weeks ago to tell them about the Christmas dinner invite, so it’s not like he hadn’t seen them lately. Instead it must be the fact that he never got to introduce his family to anyone else’s. This is a first.
And it’s a big enough deal that it seems to override his worry about his brother, at least for the time being.
Sean looks over to me with a wide smile and all I can do is smile back. His happiness and excitement is contagious.
Sean, seven years ago
“Nicely done, bro!” Evan said to me.
We were playing a game on a console in the living room. It had been months and Evan still hadn’t adjusted to being a werecock very well yet, which impacted his ability to keep his human shape. However, we did meet at Glenn and Rodney’s place every few weeks to play games. It was an activity that let Evan unwind the most and my dads were happy at us two bonding.
We just finished a campaign in a coop-game we were playing. The final boss was pretty tough and we needed several tries, but in the end we managed to defeat it.
“No boss stands a chance against the brothers in arms!” I leaned towards Evan to put an arm around his shoulder to complete the pun.
But Evan jerked back, his face frozen into a frown. “We’re not brothers, stop saying that.”
I was genuinely confused. “But you just called me ‘bro’.”
“Yes, ‘bro’ as in buddy, friend.” He clenched his jaws without taking his eyes off the TV. “You’re not my brother and you will never be.”
“But… Why not?”
Evan turned to me. “Because I have a real family. A real life.” His voice cracked. “Had a real life.”
“We’re trying to help you.” I looked down at my controller. “Why do you have to be so angry?”
“Why do I have to be so angry?!” Evan snapped. “Because I randomly turn into a cock unless I’m trying not to! Look at me, I’m growing a fucking foreskin on my neck just because we’re having an argum—” His sentence got cut off by labored groans and he threw himself back onto the couch. “No, not now!”
I looked at him and saw from the contours of his shirt that his torso had become round and cylindrical. Evan gritted his teeth trying to fight the transformation. After some seconds the torso went back to normal and the foreskin disappeared as well. Only his heavy breathing and the sweat on his forehead remained.
“I’m a fucking freak because of those two idiots!” He stood up and threw his controller onto the couch in anger, or disgust, I couldn’t tell. “You’re a fucking freak!”
I stared at him, unable to find a reply.
“I don’t need this bullshit in my life!” He cried out, seemingly more to himself than to anyone, before he stormed out the room and the apartment.
I sat there, staring at my controller, trying to process what just happened. There were footsteps behind me. It was either Glenn or Rodney. While he was normally attached to Glenn, Rodney stayed in human form whenever Evan came over.
Whoever it was put a hand on my shoulder and I heard Rodney’s voice. “Are you okay?” He must have heard the whole conversation.
I continued staring at my controller, randomly fidgeting with the buttons and sticks. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
I was not okay.
“Can you pass me the vegetables?” Glenn asks Sean, who promptly hands him the bowl.
“So, I’m curious.” My mother changes topics. She got Sean’s dads to open up quickly. It’s a bit of a superpower of hers. She makes everyone feel comfortable within minutes. “The two boys told us there’s like a system that’s a bit like genders…?”
“Mom!” I interject. I don’t want this to become awkward for our werecock guests.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Glenn assures me. “It’s fine.” He puts on a thinking face and looks at Rodney. “It is fine, right?”
Rodney laughs. “Yes.”
“It’s a whole thing!” Vincent adds, acting exhausted.
Darius rolls his eyes. “It’s not that much.”
“But it doesn’t make sense.”
“How does it not make sense?”
“Okay so,” Vincent swirls his wine glass. “If werecocks tend to be attracted to one of the four corners, how do humans factor into this?”
Darius clicks his tongue. “Well, they’re a special case. Some say they’re actually in the center.”
“Vincent is right,” Rodney chimes in. “It’s like the werecock version of a zodiac, it’s just…” He rolls his eyes. “Make-believe.”
“I dunno,” Darius counters. “I think it has some merit.”
Rodney looks at my mom and shakes his head. “Eh.”
“But what is it actually?” my mom wants to know.
“So,” Rodney chews and swallows his current bite. “Imagine a chart. Left and right is born and turned, right? Top and bottom are—” He stops and starts gesticulating with his fork and knife a turning over motion, helplessly looking at Sean. “Uh…”
“Shaft-down and shaft-up?” My mom asks.
“Yes!” Rodney breathes out a sigh of relief. “I was not sure how I was going to explain this. But yes, shaft-down and shaft-up.”
“Trees and icicles,” Glenn adds and takes a sip from his wine.
“That’s werecock slang,” Rodney clarifies. “Although it’s the other way around. Shaft-down is icicles and… yeah. Some older folk call icicles ‘snakes’, but that’s fallen out of use, because it sounds a little bit like an insult.”
“I actually heard ‘slug’ recently,” Darius puts in.
“Wait, really?!” Rodney leans down in disbelief, as if he hadn’t heard right.
“Yep.” Darius frowns and nods. “At the Halloween party. Some young tree coming up to me, like ‘Hey, are you a slug?’ and he seemed like really genuine like it wasn’t an insult and I was like ‘The fuck are you talking ab—’” He quickly realized and turned to my parents. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” My mom waves the apology off.
“We’re already talking about cocks.” My father laughs. “I think we’re well past the point of worrying about language today.”
Vincent laughs too. “I’m so sorry for us bringing this to the Christmas dinner table.”
“But anyway,” Rodney brings the conversation back on track. “You have four corners, born trees, turned trees, born icicles and turned icicles. And each corner has certain stereotypes attached to them.”
“And most werecocks are attracted to one of the four corners,” Vincent adds. “The same way most humans tend to be attracted to one gender.”
“Yeah, that’s probably the only true thing about the corners,” Rodney continues. “But of course there’s also werecocks who are attracted to multiple corners.”
Darius raises his glass. “Or their own corner.”
“Which is the werecock equivalent of being gay.”
Vincent throws up his hands in defeat. “And all of it goes out of the window when humans enter the equation.”
“So,” My mother begins. “May I ask which corners you fall into?”
“I’m a turned icicle.” Darius takes a sip.
Rodney finishes his own sip. “And I’m a born tree.”
“And he is the most born tree you will ever meet.”
Rodney rolls his eyes. “That’s not true.”
“It is very true,” Darius insists. “You are the textbook example of a born tree and—let me finish, you check all the boxes of one, like there’s no denying that.”
Before Rodney can reply, Glenn chimes in. “It’s true.”
“Excuse me?” Rodney says in mock astonishment. “Like a knife in the back.”
Glenn laughs and puts his arm around Rodney.
“So, basically,” Darius starts counting on his fingers. “Born trees are careful, accurate, reliable, they do everything properly…”
“Oh god, stop.” Rodney tries to hide behind his glass.
As Sean’s parents explain the four corners to my parents, I feel a hand brushing against mine. I take it into my own and look to my side at Sean. He’s following the conversation and smiling, genuinely, but I can tell there’s something else on his mind as well.
I lean in and whisper, so the whole table doesn’t hear. “Any reply?”
He shakes his head. “No, but the ‘last online’ resets every couple minutes.”
I realize this might be his brother opening the app several times before closing it without sending a message. As frustrating as this is for Sean, I feel like this is a good development compared to the previous years. It shows that his brother wants to communicate but doesn’t know how.
I squeeze Sean’s hand. “Are you okay?”
He smiles at me. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Sean, four years ago
Cory came out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair dry. We just had an intense jerk-off session and afterwards I detached while Cory went to take a shower.
“Going somewhere?” I asked from the bed.
“Yeah, I’m meeting with some friends for study night,” he explained. “Still need some points for this semester.”
“Oh, what subject?”
He gave me an amused smile. “Botanic taxonomy.”
“Maybe I can help.”
Cory only laughed.
I furrowed my brow. “Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t get this the wrong way,” Cory put on a pair of briefs. “It’s nice that you’re offering, but I think I’d rather get help from people who have been studying it.”
“... What makes you think I haven’t studied?”
Without getting the hint, Cory just chuckled as he continued dressing himself.
“Am I not your boyfriend?” Currently I was wondering if I was just his appendage.
“You are,” he said as warmly as his annoyance allowed. “But you’re also just a werecock.”
“Just a werecock?” I echoed.
Cory paused for a moment and rolled his eyes. “Can we not do this? You know exactly how it’s meant.” He continued dressing himself.
I didn’t say anything. This wasn’t the first time we had this kind of conversation. Part of me considered just telling him, but the other was thinking that if he didn’t even consider me a full person, that I had a life beyond just hanging off people’s crotches, then maybe this relationship was doomed from the start. I felt blocked off every time no matter what I suggested.
As I was mulling my options over, Cory finished dressing himself. Before he left he opened his zipper and grinned. “Wanna come along in my pants?”
His grin sealed the deal. I was nothing but a sex toy for him, a trophy maybe. “No thanks, I think I’ll stay here.”
“Suit yourself.” He zipped up and left.
I looked over to my stuff as I heard the front door close.
Time to pack.
I see Sean sitting on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. Dinner is finished and everyone is taking a short digestion break before we start unwrapping presents. Sean’s dads and my mom are still sitting at the table discussing werecock things while my dad put the dinnerware away.
I expect to see the phone on Sean’s lap, but instead he has his brother’s gift lying there. His phone is lying next to him on the couch.
I sit down and put an arm around Sean. “Everything okay?”
“I feel stupid for getting my hopes up,” he says.
“It’s not stupid. Give it time. Next Christmas things might look different.”
“You really think so?”
“He did initiate contact, right?” I point out. “And he keeps opening the app. I think he doesn’t yet know how to continue, but he wants to.”
Sean looks at me. “Do you think I should write another text?”
“I don’t know, honestly.”
“What would you have done in my position?”
I look at him and think for a second. “The same.”
Sean smiles, but doesn’t say anything.
I nod towards the present. “Why did you remove it from the others?”
“I’m not sure I want to see it lying around after everyone’s done,” he says. “It would just make me sad.”
“Why the ‘mmh’?” Sean knows me too well.
I smile. “Well, I would have kept it there. Let it be the hope that this isn’t the end of the story and that he’ll open it next time.” I squeeze his shoulders. “But ultimately it’s your decision.”
There’s a break before Sean continues. “You know, sometimes I’m jealous of you.”
“Of me?” I’m startled by that confession. “Why?”
“Your family is normal. I wish mine was too.”
“I disagree that my family is normal.” I chuckle. “Wanna know a secret?”
I put my head on his shoulder. “I think everyone wants their family to be normal, because everyone has this idea of the ideal family and sees all the bits and pieces how their own differs from that.”
“You know,” I continue. “I’m sometimes a bit jealous of your family myself.”
“Then you are a fool,” Sean half-jokes. His sass is returning and I couldn’t be happier about getting my Sean back.
“I mean it.” I put my head back up to look at him. “Your dads are pretty cool, probably because they’re so young.”
“Your dad is also pretty cool.”
“Don’t let him hear that,” I joke. “Or it might get to his head.”
“Also,” I add. “I never had a brother, estranged or otherwise.”
Sean looks at me for several seconds and then back down at the gift.
“I think you’re right.” He smiles. “I’ll put it back.”
Sean, two years ago
I made my way through the crowd. It was the second lap tonight. I didn’t expect to find him again this time, but you gotta keep looking right.
Some weeks ago I was here attached to some werecock’s crotch. Nothing serious. I was just cruising, enjoying the single life.
Then I met him. My host at the time had some fun with a guy who gave him oral. He had a cute face and was so adorable. I fell in love with him. Okay, maybe it was just a crush at that point. I obviously didn’t know the guy, but I wanted to meet him and see how it goes.
Unfortunately my host didn’t get a number, so I had to go to the same bar every couple days and hope he comes there too.
Then I saw him. He was sitting at the bar, all by himself, scoping out the crowd.
I approached and sat down on the stool next to him. “Hey.”
I looked at his empty glass. “May I buy you a drink?”
He checked me out, but seemed pleased with what he saw. “Sure. What are you having?”
“It’s called a Lemonado.”
“Yeah, sounds tasty.”
I made eye contact with the barkeeper and ordered another one, before I returned my attention to the guy next to me. “Excuse me for being a cliche right now, but do you come here often?” In my defense, it was relevant for me, because I was looking for him. But mainly I wanted to keep a conversation going.
“Every couple weeks.” He shrugged. “Not really looking for a boyfriend here, so I only come to this place when the mood strikes.”
I tried not to slump my shoulders in disappointment. “You’re not looking for a boyfriend?”
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend here.” He corrected. “People in bars and clubs generally just want a quick fuck, nothing longterm.” He shrugged. “In my experience.”
All right, that gave me something to work with. He was open to dating, but was also currently feeling horny. All options were on the table. Now I just had to keep the conversation going.
His drink arrived and I gave it to him, thanking the barkeeper.
“I’m sorry,” he brought the straw to his lips. “But I don’t think I caught your name.”
Suddenly I realized I hadn’t introduced myself yet. Since I already knew his name from the previous encounter, that was not on my mind. “Oh crap, I’m sorry. I’m Sean.” I was just glad I hadn’t accidentally slipped in his name earlier, which would have been a bit creepy.
“It’s okay.” He smiled at me. “I’m Michael.”
I put the present back to the place where I took it from. I turn around and smile at Michael.
The others at the dinner table are slowly getting up one by one. Looks like it’s time for the unwrapping.
Suddenly everyone freezes as the doorbell rings.
Could it be?
Everyone was accounted for.
Except for one person.
My legs walk me to the door before I realize. Once there I see someone standing behind the textured glass window in the door, casting their shadow from the porch light.
I turn the knob and open the door, letting in the cold winter air.
Before me stands Evan, looking at me with a pained expression. I briefly wonder how long he might have been standing in front of the door trying to get himself to ring the bell.
I fail to say anything.
“I’m sorry,” I hear Evan’s voice quiver.
He looks down and offers the present to me. “I didn’t really know what you like, so I just…” His voice trailed off.
I take the present and put it on the cupboard next to me.
His eyes follow the present with a confused look on his face. “Do you not like it?”
I’m starting to cry happy tears. “You!” I go in for a hug. “You are the present!”
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