P.A. and Helen of Troy (Part 2)

241 15 0
                                    

Last Year...

P.A. took to the timid little guy on sight.

Jessup did his usual meet and greet, but it did little to ease the new guy's nerves.

"'Sup, dude?" P.A. grinned, extending his hand. "I'm P.A. Cassel."

"Archie Cook," he said with a shy grin. Then, "What does P.A. stand for?"

Jessup snorted, "Here we go."

"Prince Albert," P.A. said smoothly, returning to his bunk. "You can set up on any of the free beds."

Archie's brows furrowed, "Prince? Are you related to the Alpha King?"

P.A. laughed, "You don't know what a Prince Albert is?"

Archie shook his head.

P.A. shrugged, "It's a dick piercing. I got the first one in high school, and it's been my nickname ever since."

Archie's mouth fell open, "A WHAT?!"

"A dick piercing."

"Why would you do that to yourself?"

Jessup nodded, tossing a ball in the air, "That's what I wanted to know."

"Makes everything more intense," P.A. explained. "For me and the girls."

"Girls?" Archie's eyes lit up. He quickly walked over to the bed across from P.A.. "You have sex with girls?"

This time P.A. was the one that snorted, "Well I don't have sex with guys."

"Can you teach me?" Archie implored. "I've never...I wasn't allowed to date."

The eyes killed him. They looked so much like hers--

"Yeah, no problem. From here on out, you're my wingman."

"Wingman?"

Jessup laughed, "Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you, P.A."

"Nah, I'm sure the kid'll be a natural. Stick with me, and I'll show you the world of women."

Archie nodded eagerly.

***

He was a natural, all the way up to sealing the deal. For some reason the kid always pulled back or went into a nervous self-destructive, cock-blocking monologue about something random. Tonight was no different.

"You okay?" P.A. asked him after watching another pair of girls walk away from them.

"I messed up again, didn't I?" he asked morosely.

"You'll get it," P.A. reassured him. He hoped. It'd been months.

"Maybe you should show me how it's done," Archie suggested. "I'll just people watch."

P.A. studied the young guy nursing his fake-ID beer, loyalty and horniess fighting inside him. "I don't want to be a douche to my buddy."

Archie shook his head, "You're not. Go get 'em, man."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Then watch and learn."

He quickly scanned the room for a girl that might be interested in a quick ride. It didn't take him long to spot her. It would have been difficult to miss the way she was eye-fucking him.

"I'm P.A.," he said, sliding into the chair across from her.

Her eyebrows knit, "P.A.?"

"Prince Albert," he said, taking a swig of his drink and giving her a sly smile. "Wanna see?"

The Reluctant Cougar (Rise of the Alpha King's Heir)Where stories live. Discover now