Chapter 9

“Hold on. Jesus, you wanna break it?” I yelled.

When I opened the door, he was standing there, a tray with two massive coffees in one hand and a bag containing some sort of food in the other.

“Sorry ‘bout that, can you grab this? I gotta grab the samples from the car.” He handed over the drinks and food. I took them, still unsure of what was happening. It was only when he turned back and said, “You got a banana in your pocket?” that I looked down and realized my cock was rock hard and tenting the front of my sweats.

“Shit,” I mumbled, then turned back inside and hurriedly took a seat to hide my boner.

When Ned came back, he was blushing and I could tell he was suddenly uncomfortable. “So, uh, I brought some rings and some other stuff,” he said, his voice husky as sweat beaded his brow. “Anything you want, I can do. You, uh, may even wanna do something custom. I could help you sketch it, even.” He reached for his coffee, sipped, then grimaced as the hot liquid burned his mouth.