Sam smirked. He took his time answering the question as he lifted his glass and took a drink. Really, he had to think if him and Oliver had plans. No, he had mad a point to tell Oliver tonight that he couldn't see him because of plans. "Evan, you are my friend and you are the closest thing that I have to a brother. You can stay at my apartment tonight and I will make your breakfast with orange juice tomorrow and I promise, you do not have to swallow my load. You don't even need to cuddle me."
"You know Evan when you're in an awkward position, you don't want cum to get in your hair and shit. My hair is amazing," he said as he reached up and run his hand through it. "And it's hard to explain. I think it's the fact that I have some guys balls and dick in my hand and I could give him pain or pleasure. It's my choice and I like that. I usually choose pleasure by the way. I'm sure girls that give you blow jobs even feel it sometimes."
He went quiet a little bit as Evan pushed to learn more about this guy that he had seemed to imply that he was seeing on a regular basis. "You know I don't stick around for just sex, Evan. That gets boring."