The Size of Texas – Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

The morning light cut through the blinds like it was out for blood.

I groaned and rolled over, hard as fuck.

“Seriously?” Ashlee said without looking up from her phone. “Again?”

“What, I can’t help it?”

She glanced down. “That. It’s kinda nasty, babe. Go take care of it in the bathroom or something. Don’t do it next to me like a sex maniac, I still have a headache.”

I sighed and climbed out of bed, still hard and fully annoyed.

The bathroom was cooler. Quiet. I closed the door, sat on the toilet lid, and did what I had to do.

I didn’t want to think about Ayden. But I did.

His voice. His mouth. That look he gave me right before—

I aimed and then I came with a low grunt and wiped off fast, like that made it better. I stared at the floor and breathed through the shame.

Just as I turned the corner, the doorbell rang.

A loud, dramatic melody echoed through the house.

🎶Texas, Our Texas🎶

Of course.

Because nothing screams “welcome home” like a state anthem as your ringtone for strangers.

I pulled on my shorts, still a bit sticky, and headed downstairs.

Voices. Laughter.

Antonia’s. Austin’s. And—

Oh, fuck no.

I stepped into the front hall and froze.

Ayden was there, wearing sunglasses indoors and holding a small designer duffel bag like it was a pet. Troy stood beside him shirtless, of course, with two backpacks and an iced coffee.

Antonia looked impressed. Austin looked freaking enthralled.

Ayden pulled off his glasses with a grin.

“Surprise,” he said. “Miss me?”

I stood frozen in the doorway, heart still pounding from… everything.

Ayden looked fresh. Smirking. His mesh tank top clung to his chest, subtle enough to pass but slutty enough to haunt me. Troy stood behind him, sipping his iced coffee like he wasn’t the human embodiment of a gym playlist.

Antonia gestured at them like she was showing off a prize. “Well, well. We didn’t expect guests, but damn if they didn’t come prepared.”

Austin laughed. “I was gonna say no more strays, but these two? Keep ‘em.”

Ayden turned to me, eyes full of mischief. “Hey, straight boy. Missed you.”

Troy waved with two fingers. “What’s up, Dallas? Cool place.”

I swallowed and tried to play it off. “What… are you doing here?”

“Vacation,” Ayden said. “Heard it was a full house and figured, what’s one more room?”

“You weren’t invited.”

“Antonia and Austin did invite us,” he said, pulling off his sunglasses.

Antonia smirked. “Gotta say, he makes a strong case.”

“Also,” Ayden added, “Troy drove from the airport. So really, blame the himbo.”

Troy grinned like a golden retriever. “I brought sunscreen! Like, a lot. But I still get tan fast.”

Just then, Ashlee appeared at the top of the stairs, tying her cover-up at the waist.

“Oh my god. You did come.”

She skipped down barefoot and hugged Ayden. Then gave Troy a once-over that was basically a full scan.

“You didn’t say you were bringing him.”

Ayden shrugged. “Needed a driver.”

Ashlee turned to me. “Babe, can you grab their bags? I don’t want Troy carrying heavy stuff. Look at those arms. We should protect them.”

I stared at her, then at Ayden, then back again.

Ayden winked.

And all I could think was: This summer was not going to be relaxing.

Antonia looked at Austin. “We’re making breakfast, so Dallas can show them to the guest house.”

“Wait—Ashlee can do it,” I said.

Ashlee was already halfway up the stairs. “Nope. I have to put on sunscreen. I don’t wanna look like an old raiseen.”

“It’s raisin, but I—”

She was gone.

Antonia and Austin disappeared into the kitchen. Laughing.

So I had no choice. “Alright. This way.”

I led Ayden and Troy out back, across the patio, and toward the guest house.

Troy looked like he was arriving at Disneyland. “This is sick. Do we get, like, a gym? Is there a pull-up bar?”

“You have arms. You’ll figure it out,” Ayden said.

Troy immediately dropped his bag and started doing push-ups in the doorway.

Ayden turned to me. “Bathroom?”

“Yeah.” I opened the door and pointed inside. “Through there.”

He walked in, looked around, then turned.

“How’s the sink work?”

“It’s touch-free—just—”

I stepped toward him.

He reached back and locked the door.

Then turned and casually started peeing. Loud. Direct. No shame.

I stared at the wall.

Ayden looked over his shoulder.

“I know how a touch-free sink works. I just wanted to know how you’ve been.”

I swallowed. “Fine.”

He zipped up, then moved to wash his hands. Quiet. Casual.

Then his hand slid forward.

Fingers brushed inside my shorts.

His index caught the tip of my cock through the fabric—light pressure. One small smear of leftover wetness.

He raised it to his lips and tasted.

He smiled.

“Doesn’t taste like pussy,” he said. “And I’ve blown enough straight guys to know.”

I didn’t say anything.

He stepped back, drying his hands on a towel, all grace and nerve.

“Sis not taking care of you?” he asked.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. He just turned to the door and unlocked it.

“Let me know if you need assistance,” he said, smirking. “I feel like I owe you one.”

Then he opened the door wide and called out:

“Thanks for showing me how the sink works, Dallas. Come on, Troy—let’s see if we can get Antonia into you before Ashlee start humping you.”