Read Online Ruthlessly His by Walker Cole - Free Book Online Page B

real slow, and it’s beautiful. If these photos leak, I’ll probably get some media attention as well. It feels selfish to think about myself, and besides, I’m very open about my sexuality—if only it were acceptable for Colt to be the same.
    Colt stretches but keeps his eyes closed. “How long have you been watching me?” he asks.
    I laugh, “Not long, I promise.” I spot something on my computer’s newsfeed. How could I forget, there’s a big pride parade today. “How did you sleep?”
    “Good,” he says. “My ass feels a little sore.”
    “You’ll get used to it,” I say.
    Colt gets out of bed and makes himself a coffee. “Do you know how quickly this shit is going to spread on social media?”
    “Colt, we don’t even know if it will leak. We’re just having the same conversation over and over."
    “Look, let’s be serious about this. There’s a strong chance they will leak. In fact, a similar thing happened this year. Do you remember that celebrity, the one in the indie action movies? One of his cameras got stolen and a whole bunch of photos spread across the internet.”
    “I don’t remember that one,” I lie. “This type of thing barely happens. There’s an equal chance that a good Samaritan will find it and return it to us.”
    Colt scoffs and rolls his eyes.
    I walk over to the window and look down at the street. I don’t know how to help him, but I’ve got to try something. He’s relying on me. “There’s a pride parade today,” I say.
    “Oh yeah?” he says, not really listening.
    “I think we should go.”
    Colt turns around. “Are you kidding me?”
    “Look, if the photos are going to get out, you might as well start being you.”
    “You’re joking,” he says and turns back around.
    “Colt, I’m serious.”
    “I can’t go to a pride parade. What if someone sees me?” he asks.
    “That doesn’t matter anymore.”
    Colt laughs. “You seriously want me to go?”
    “Get dressed. Now,” I say, and go to brush my teeth.
     
    Colt is standing there in a nice blue button-up shirt and shorts. “You ready?” I ask.
    “Not even a little bit,” he says. “And this is a bad idea.”
    The pride parade is just a few blocks from my house. I’ve only been to two before; both were pretty wild. We can hear the music and the cheering before we get too close. “You nervous? I ask.
    “Yeah,” Colt says.
    “It wouldn’t be any fun otherwise,” I say, and poke him in the ribs. I reach out and hold his hand. He jerks it away instinctively. “Colt, you’re going to hold my hand. Stop being afraid. Or at least stop giving into your fear.” He squeezes it hard and then holds it. We start to become part of a crowd, and there’s bumpy pop music coming out of a few scattered speakers.
    The parade is a fenced off street with colorful floats coming down it. Everyone is cheering and shouting. Everyone is dressed crazy or slutty. There are so many bright banners and signs. I look over at Colt occasionally, and he looks bewildered. Welcome to the total opposite of Cold Spring, dude.
    A guy in a tank top comes by with a whole bunch of rainbow pride bracelets. He’s giving them out for free. I take one and cheer on the floats. In the corner of my eye, I see Colt take one and put it in his pocket. I know he doesn’t hate who he is, or anyone else for that matter. He’s just a big shy guy, really.
    There’s an American football float coming down the procession now. The guys are dressed like slutty football players. One of the banners says that they’re supporting LGBT players who are currently in the closet. Colt cheers for the first time. He’s never been this hot to me before. I give his butt a squeeze. Sometimes, he likes to tense his butt as I’m touching it. It seems like he has control over every muscle in his body. I don’t even know if I can tense my pecs. His musculature gives his lower abs these two lines that point down towards his cock, as if to say, follow me.
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