Free Open Seating by Mickie B. Ashling Page A

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    The remorse hit hard and fast as he thought of Mark. Barely two weeks gone and Seth was already curious about another man’s cock. His growing erection deflated instantly, and he could feel the heat staining his cheeks as guilt coalesced with shame.
    Bryce ended the call, turned around, and caught Seth staring. He grinned. “See something you like, roomie?”
    “Stop acting like a frat boy,” Seth snapped.
    “You’re the one looking at me like I just popped out of a cake.”
    “I am not!”
    Bryce continued to appraise Seth with a smirk on his face. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by Seth’s adamant protest. Instead, he put his hands on his hips to give Seth a better view of the sculptured perfection of his massive and richly furred chest. Apparently Bryce was experienced enough to know when someone was interested and lying about it. His confident attitude was a sharp contrast to Seth’s blustering, especially since Seth’s gaze had drifted down to Bryce’s nipples that were standing out like rosy gumdrops amidst dark swirls of hair. The temptation to step forward and suck on them was so strong Seth had to say something.
    “Will you get dressed?” he implored. “I need to shower, or we’re going to be late.”
    “Sure,” Bryce said, moving toward his suitcase. He pulled out a pair of briefs, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a fresh pair of jeans. Without preamble, he dropped the towel.
    Seth gasped, and Bryce’s eyes flashed, probably enjoying the shock and awe. He stepped into his briefs and dragged them up his long legs, taking his time to adjust his package, which seemed far too large for the tight fit. Finally satisfied, Bryce pulled up the faded jeans.
    Seth didn’t say another word. What was the point? Bryce could obviously see right through him, and the impromptu striptease had done the job. He was hard again. Crossing the room in a few swift strides, he entered the bathroom, locked the door, and stripped. It had been a long time since he’d experienced overwhelming lust. Too long in fact. He was on fire, craving the touch of a man he didn’t even like.
    Scratch that. He did like Bryce, but he didn’t love him, and Seth had never been with anyone he didn’t care for in a romantic sense. Sadly, his body didn’t give a shit about that missing ingredient, and his dick was in dire need of release. He turned the faucet and let the warm water beat down on his chest. He leaned against the tiled wall, took his cock in hand, and jacked himself into momentary oblivion.
    Approximately one hour later, they were on a comfortable bus on the road to the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, Whitehall’s Mounted Horse Guards, the prime minister’s Downing Street office, Piccadilly Circus, and Buckingham Palace. The highlight of the day was the ceremonial pageantry of the Changing of the Guard. By the time they stopped for lunch, it was close to two in the afternoon, and Seth and Bryce were both starving.
    “Are you sure you can eat regular food?” Bryce asked. “We don’t want a repeat of the other day.”
    “I took another pill this morning and my stomach feels fine,” Seth replied. “I have to eat something more substantial than soup and crackers.”
    “Agreed. What did you have in mind?” Bryce asked.
    “Fish and chips sounds good, but anything fried seems risky.”
    “You’re right. Why not have some pasta with a mild sauce?”
    “Do they have Italian close by?”
    “Ask the guide,” Bryce suggested.
    They’d been given one hour to eat, so time was a factor. Fortunately, there was a restaurant around the corner that served a variety of different foods, and spaghetti was on the menu. Their tour guide warned them to be back by three sharp or they’d be left behind.
    “We’ll be here,” Bryce said confidently.
    The restaurant was a five-minute walk, and they were seated and served within twenty minutes. Seth ordered a bowl of spaghetti with meatballs, and