Chapter 4 - Clay

Today started good, well beyond waking up the gay sex painting my cousin felt needed to be hung next to the bed. I’m eventually going to be desensitized to it all. Knowing my luck, by the time that happens, Makayla will decide to change the art to something else that will freak me out. Maybe I’ll find a new place before that happens, and then it won’t be an issue. 

Taking Zeus to the park was easy enough. Makayla’s place is less than two blocks from Central Park. Super convenient with a short-legged dog like Zeus. It’s so damn annoying how much of a chick magnet he is. Not that he’s a chick magnet, but I’m always happy to add some numbers to my phone. 

The problem is that even if I get these numbers, I can’t bring them home because he will fuck it up. He has fucked up every hookup since I got him. Well, every hookup that I brought home or around him. I was happy to get Missy and Sheila’s numbers and that there might be a way to parlay myself into a threesome. But I was already thinking about excuses why they couldn’t come to my place to fuck, and we needed to go to one of theirs. 

Pardon my ego, but I was smiling when my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I found that they’d texted me and were in a group chat. Now, this is very promising. 

Missy: Hey, Sexy Beefcake ;)

Sheila: We know you just talked to us…

Missy: And we don’t want to come off as too forward

Clay: Hi, ladies. :D I’m glad you texted. I was thinking of texting you too.

Clay: And nothing wrong with a woman texting first. I like when women know what they want and go for it.

Sheila: lol, good wouldn’t want to scare you off.

Missy. Are you busy tonight?

Clay: I don’t have plans yet. Is this a date just us, Missy, or…

Just as I saw the flashing dots indicating Sheila was typing, I realized the little escape artist fleabag, who doesn’t have fleas, had slipped loose from his harness and was sprinting away from me. FUCK! He blows my chances even when I’m not physically interacting with a woman. I pocketed my phone and shouted his name as I chased after him.

He has tiny legs, so how the hell is he out-running me? I’m over seven feet tall, and I hit the gym daily. So how the fuck is this possible? It’s good that no one in my family, from work or the bodybuilder circuit, can see me now. My sister would fall over and probably piss her pants laughing at the sight of me getting out-run by a fucking CORGI! 

I was so focused on getting Zeus that I didn’t notice that he was bringing company when he started running back to me. The company was a massive fluffy dog triple his size, practically dragging some behind them. I only realized it too late as the woman ran directly into me. On instinct, I grabbed her hips to try and steady her. Too bad our dogs had other plans. The big one ran circles around us until we were wrapped in a leash.

“Zeus, stop!” I  commanded. 

“Tink! No!” The woman also yelled. 

We were going down like the Titanic with a nudge from the big dog and trying to avoid my dumb tiny dog. Realizing we were going down, I did the only thing I could think of. I turned just right, so I was the one that splashed first into the pond. I groaned and coughed on some water. Good thing we fell into a shallow area. The woman tied to me yelled in surprise as she tried to wiggle free, only to knee me in the nuts. 

“Fuck…” I grunted as the pain surged from my groin. 

I was having such a good day too. Now I’m soaked in a pond, and fuck my phone! It’s wet, and I can only pray the case protected it. I do not want to deal with replacing it and explaining why I took so long to text back to the girls. Zeus is in so much trouble.

“I… I’m sorry… my dog..” The woman apologized as she pressed her hands on my chest, wiggling as she tried to get the leash to unwrap from around us.

“I’m sorry too… my dog….” I started to apologize.

My apology turned into a groan as she wiggled against me, catching my dick’s attention. Yeah, he’s been out of service too long. So long that a woman rubbing against him makes him stand at attention like I’m some teenager who can’t control his dick. I managed to grab her waist to stop that as I sat up, it was preferable to drawing in four inches of pond water. 

She gasped as I moved, looking up at me with wide blue-green eyes, genuinely surprised that I could sit up, even tied to her by a leash. Between the blue-green eyes and the freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, she’s cute. Focus, Clay, you can notice how hot she is after you’re not in a damn pond. 

“Hold on…” I instructed. 

I grimaced as she took that instruction literally and clung to my shirt, nails scraping my chest. Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t mind that, but shit is weird right now. I can do this. If I can deadlift five hundred pounds, I can get my three hundred sixty pound ass plus whatever featherweight weighs to our feet. I rocked back for a moment and then used the momentum to get to my feet.

“Holy shit…” She exclaimed, clinging tighter to my shirt. 

I glared over her shoulder at Zeus and her dog. Both seemed pretty damn happy with themselves. Of course, Zeus would, the demon dog. I rolled my eyes at him and looked down at the woman. 

“I’m not trying to get frisky, but hold still. I think I can get this leash off us.” I assured her. 

She let out a slightly disgruntled sound as my hand brushed her ass. I didn’t want her to think I was getting handsy just for fun. I’m having fun as my hands reach down her hips and thighs to try and untangle the leash. 

“Not getting frisky, my ass….” She grumbled, narrowing those expressive eyes at me. 

I held my hand up, holding the leash. “Nope, just getting this off us. So you can let my shirt and, most importantly, my nipples go now. Keeping a man hostage by tittie-twister threat isn’t cool.” I pointed out.

A subtle blush bloomed on her cheeks as she quickly withdrew her hands from my chest and took two big steps back to be on the grass. “Sorry... I…” She shook her head, turned her attention to the dogs, and narrowed her eyes at them. 

“Is that your dog?” She demanded, pointing at Zeus. 

“Tragically, yes. I’m sorry for any trouble he caused. Zeus may be small, but he is a massive pain in my ass.” I sighed, holding up my leash with his harness. “Little shit slipped out of his harness. I should name him Houdini.”

“He scared the hell out of my poor baby. She has anxiety issues, and he managed to trigger her.” She huffed, storming to me, taking her leash back before going back to her dog to clip it to her collar again.

“Ugh… I’m soaked. Tinkerbell, this was not cool. I do not want to walk two miles home soaking wet, and no cab will stop when I look like this, and I have you with me.” She sighed as she crouched next to her dog and hugged the fluffy beast.

“Tinkerbell? Like the tiny fairy that lives in Neverland?” I asked as I grabbed Zeus and, despite his wiggling, got him back into his harness.

“She was the r-u-n-t of her litter. I didn’t name her. She came with the name.” She shrugged. “I could call you out for naming your dog Zeus after the kind of the Greek Gods when he’s smaller than my thigh.”

“Same deal. I didn’t name him. My sister did.” I shrugged. 

“Do you and your dog make a habit of this? Is this how you pick up girls?” She demanded, standing up with her hands on her hips and giving me a full blast of sass.

“This isn’t the way I generally get a woman wet.” I was unable to resist the pick-up line.

“That’s what she said.” She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile. 

Well, fuck me, maybe the little ankle-biter did something right today. I smiled, knowing my dimple was out in full force now.

“Now I think I owe you dinner or at least the use of my laundry unit.” I offered, gesturing to her wet running clothes, taking my sweet time to admire how the wet tank top clung to her tits. 

I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was inviting a stranger to my temporary apartment or the artistic erotic gay art on the walls. I wasn’t even thinking about how many ways Zeus could fuck this up for me. I had forgotten my phone being wet in my pocket and the missed texts from Missy and Sheila, who seemed very down for a threesome. My only focus was on the petite Puerto Rican with her blue-green eyes, freckles, and duo-toned braided hair.