Chapter 14

I was wide-eyed and so was Gerry, we both froze when we saw the object I showed him.

"You... What the hell are you doing with that thing?" asked Gerry, looking shocked.

Gerry even covered his mouth with his hand and his face really looked like he had just seen a very scary apparition. I was doing the same thing as Gerry. I didn't realize that the object I had picked up was something so inappropriate to show.

"Okay, I know you're feeling pretty lonely," Gerry said after neutralizing his expression in front of me.

I was 1000% sure that he was actually interested in looking at it now, but he deliberately acted cool, looking at me with a judgmental and disdainful look as if I had done something very embarrassing.

"Turns out my hunch was right that--"

"That what?!" I cut Gerry off with a bang.

I screamed while glaring at Gerry who was trying to convey his thoughts. I didn't care if it made him angry, but my shame and pride were far more important now.

My face feels hot and for some reason my hands are shaking, I'm not sure if the color of my face is the same now as it was before, if only I had the courage to look at the mirror on my left side, maybe I could see what my face looks like now in the midst of my overwhelming embarrassment.

"That you have an interest in being 'stabbed' instead of 'stabbing.'"

I choked on my own saliva when I heard this answer directly from Gerry's mouth. If it was direct sarcasm, it wasn't too direct, but if it was subtle sarcasm, it was too harsh to be called subtle sarcasm.

"What the hell are you doing? What do you mean, huh? What you see right now is just a misunderstanding, how could I do such a ridiculous thing," I said defensively.

"Oh yeah? Can you explain that huge dildo in your hand? Why would you say it's under your bed if you don't want to use it and don't need it? You must use it a lot, right? It's okay, even though my orientation is straight, that doesn't mean I'm homophobic. As long as we can still work together on a plan, I don't care about your sexual orientation," Gerry said.

The signal I felt now was that when Gerry explained about sexual orientation in a loud voice, he smiled with a very handsome face. I don't know since when he has a smile mixed with a grin on his face, and now his hairstyle is not as neat as usual, but a little casual because his hairstyle is hair down.

Maybe, if I'm honest, my heartbeat, which is very fast like the footsteps of a running horse, is not because I'm embarrassed, but because of Gerry's charm, which is extraordinarily handsome at this time. Oh God, I'm going crazy.

"You're crazy, I told you this was just a misunderstanding. I didn't know that there was a strange object hidden under my bed. I swear on my answer, I'm really not the owner of this thing," I stammered.

I really want to be honest right now that I actually have a different sexual orientation, the park is not the problem because the embarrassing thing here is when I am suspected of being the owner of this very large dildo. Isn't that the most humiliating slander for a 19-year-old boy like me?

Even though I was a bad boy, my hole down there was still untouched by any man.

Wouldn't it be a stroke of luck if Gerry were the first to do "it" with me? He would be very happy and so would I. Especially if he would be mine forever.

I shook my head quickly and tried to paint over the dirty thoughts in my head. I couldn't help but accidentally glance at Gerry's midsection, hoping that it would show something prominent.

Damn, and there was indeed a pretty obvious bulge. Wait, doesn't it always stick out like that?

No, it doesn't! My mind was going wild, but on second thought, that meant Gerry had a big dragon down there. Not only me, but even women who had been repeatedly sexually active would still scream when penetrated by something of that size.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

I snapped out of my reverie as Gerry turned to me, who was indeed looking at his midsection. This was getting crazy because the situation here was getting uncomfortable. If it went on too long, I might die of embarrassment.

"Don't tell me you are tempted by mine?" he asked.

I really want to use him to the fullest after this, why does he pretend to be a straight man when he loves to flirt with gay men so much? The teasing was so pointless and tasteless.

Yes, tasteless because I couldn't taste the taste of his huge shaft.

"You're crazy!" I yelled as I stood up. "It's not what you think. Do I have to repeat myself ten times for you to understand what I'm saying? I accidentally picked this up from under my bed. And I don't know who put it there."

Gerry stifled a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, all right. I'll believe that."

I felt even more insulted by his answer. Because his answer was not a tone of approval, but a tone of sarcasm. If it continues like this, it will definitely become more and more. I'd better give in to this remorse, because whether I continue to discuss it or keep quiet, the result will still be the same.

"It's up to you! I'm tired of talking to stupid, deaf and annoying men like you!" I said with explosive emotions.

I raised both of my hands, showing him that I had given in to make him happy with the outcome of this debate. To hell with his nosy behavior in the future, the point is, I'm tired of it.

I was about to walk out of the room to leave Gerry, at least by leaving him there, it might alleviate some of my anger and embarrassment in front of him.

Unfortunately, I tripped over Gerry's overly strong leg, causing me to sway and fall onto the bed.

"Ack!" I yelled as I pulled Gerry's arm.

"Hey hey! Why all of a sudden?"

Gerry, who wasn't concentrating, also swayed as he was suddenly pulled by me.