Oliver's Online by Stephani Hecht, Amber Kell Page A

so close to the edge, but because this really was one of his fantasies come to life. He just hoped that he didn’t disappoint Lane by coming too soon.
    Sure enough, after only a few moments, Oliver could feel himself cresting. He tried biting on his bottom lip to hold it back, but this time there was no controlling it. His cock twitched then shot off, spurts of cum covering both he and Lane.
    “Sorry,” Oliver said.
    But no sooner did he get his apology out than Lane stiffened and let out a groan as he came too. Oliver let out a breathy laugh, relieved that the porn star hadn’t outlasted him after all. Go him!
    “Are you laughing at me,” Lane asked.
    “No, I’m just happy that I didn’t blow my load way ahead of you,” Oliver admitted.
    “Well, I’m glad I could accommodate you.”
    Lane kissed him on the tip of the nose then pulled out. He went into the tiny adjoined bathroom to get rid of the condom. Oliver sat up and then realized what a mess he’d made on his shirt. Great, how was he supposed to go home with spunk all over him?
    When Lane came out, Oliver noted that his shirt was in no better condition. He cringed as a warm heat came over his face. Why didn’t they ever show this part of the scenario in those porno flicks?
    “What are we going to do about our shirts?” Oliver asked as he buried his face in his hands.
    “I always keep an extra dress shirt for me here,” Lane replied.
    “Well, that helps you, but what about me?”
    Lane went to a closet and rustled through some boxes, before pulling out a t-shirt and tossing it to Oliver. “Here, you can wear this. I got them for promotional events.”
    Oliver unrolled the shirt, which read I’m a Horney Boy! “Gee, thanks.”
    Lane cocked a brow. “Well, you are.”
    “Yeah, but now the whole world is going to know it.”
    “Like they don’t already with the way you were screaming earlier,” Lane teased.
    Oliver tried hard to think of a witty comeback to that one but came up short. “Okay, you have a point there.”
    He took off his soiled shirt and put on the fresh one, while Lane got changed as well. Then it was time to go out and face the people in the outer office. Oliver had to give them credit, none of them acted like they had heard a peep when he knew they had to have overheard at least a little bit of his and Lane’s encounter.
    “They’re being awful polite,” Oliver whispered.
    “No, they just want to keep their jobs,” Lane replied.
    They went out to Lane’s car and drove back to Oliver’s apartment. The driveway was full, showing that everybody was home. Even Vance’s car was there. Which really wasn’t surprising since it was Friday, and Vance and Becca usually came over to hang out on weekends.
    Oliver had almost forgotten the t-shirt he had on until they walked inside. Every gaze honed in on him, there was a long pause, and then they all broke out into laughter. Oliver could feel himself blushing from head to toe.
    “It’s not that funny,” he said.
    “Oh, but it is,” Becca replied as she wiped away tears from her eyes.
    “What happened to your other shirt?” Patrick asked.
    When Oliver ducked his head and didn’t say anything, the laughter just grew louder.
    “I spilled something on it, okay,” he said.
    “And what was that?” Becca inquired.
    “It wasn’t something sticky, was it?” Vance added.
    “You guys all suck,” Oliver said.
    Patrick came up and gave him a hug. “You know we only tease you because we love you.”
    “Yeah, I would hate to see how you treated somebody you didn’t like,” Oliver said as he gave Patrick a playful tap on the shoulder.
    “So, what are we doing tonight? Other than torturing poor Oliver,” Lane asked as he grabbed Oliver and pulled him to his chest.
    “I don’t know yet, but we have to see what’s up with Ronnie and his cousin,” Patrick said.
    “Where are they?” Oliver looked around the small apartment, but didn’t see any sign of them.
    “They’ve