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“Fancy a drink?” he asked, coming back to me.I nodded, hating his guts for cutting me off like that. But he wasn’t done with his joke. He put the cold bottle against the back of my shaft and moved it up and down until I wriggled to get my cock away from that freezing shit. Then, he rested the cold butt on my navel and guided it slowly up my belly to my pecs, where he made it circle them before finally taking the bottle to my lips. I’d hardly sipped the beer when his spare hand closed around my nuts again, renewing the oil covering them.I gasped at his touch and choked on the beer. He removed the bottle with another mocking chuckle and took it to his own mouth. He took a long sip while his hand fondled my nuts like they were a sleeping cat.I dropped my head back and forgot about the beer, because his fondling caught all of my attention. He’d brought me down alright, and now he would keep teasing me for as long as he felt like it, so I did the equivalent to sit back and grab the popc
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“Breakfast?”I nodded without opening my eyes and rolled over to lie flat on my back. I found his body halfway, laying on his side behind me, so I rested against his chest. His hand guided my leg up to bend over his hip, exposing my crotch, where it landed a moment later. I didn’t hold back the muffled groan he pulled out of my lips as his fingers wrapped around my morning wood, wet in oil.My head felt like filled with wet cotton, my limbs felt like sacks of rocks. I was numb and weary and I would’ve liked to go back to sleep and not wake up for a couple of weeks. Maybe by then my muscles would have some tone back and I would be able to have two straight thoughts.He didn’t take as long as the thousand times he’d edged me the night before, all night, nonstop, until the day broke. But it was anyway long for a morning wood. Later on I would pause to wonder how on earth could my spoiled cock still get hard after what it’d been put through only hours earlier. Right then, I just let him d
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All those weeks of questioning and torturing myself, struggling to deny that he gave me all I needed. Well, not all. I would’ve liked to have some flesh to fuck other than his hand. But all things considered, even that way I felt so much more satisfied than I’d ever been with a woman.That noon I had no idea what came next. Yeah, lunch. With him. But my mind was still too hangovered in oil to look any further. Later. There would be time to see my options and make up my mind.Coming out of the bathroom, I noticed the whole house was completely quiet. Weird. Maybe he’d gone to the West Wing to get something? I put on clean sweatpants and tee, looking out the window. It was a warm bright noon out there.I understood the silence as soon as I went downstairs: he wasn’t around. I didn’t find any trace of lunch, either. Not even the smell of food.I dialed him, checking the microwaves again. “Where the fuck’s lunch?” I grunted when he picked up.The son of a bitch laughed out loud.“What?” I
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He settled the pizza on a wooden plate on the table and nodded for me to sit down. I did, frowning to shield my eyes from the glare. Everything felt so utterly surreal, I couldn’t help even begin to question what the hell I was doing there. I’d never been in such a luxurious place, and I didn’t know what to do or say. He grabbed a couple of dishes and glasses from a shelf against the wall by the sliding door, opened two beers and put the rest of the six-pack in a minibar by the shelf. He was dressed pretty much like the night we’d had dinner there a week before, with his loose tee and his worn sneakers. The only difference was that he was wearing swimming trunks instead of short sweatpants. And he behaved in such an ordinary, simple way, it helped me to overcome my inhibitions.He was right, and the pizza was a finger-licking piece of culinary art. I tried a bite and realized I was starving, so I put to wolf down slice after slice, only pausing to sip my beer now and then. We didn’t t
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Big Ellie checked the time on his phone and stood up, swallowing to speak. “Shit! Sorry! You leaving already?”“Yeah, I wanna be there for dinner.” The man stopped right in front of me and smiled wider, stretching out his hand. “You must be Dean. I’m Lou, nice to meet you.”I would’ve jumped past the pool and off the building when I realized he was Mr. All Fours. I shook his hand wishing I wasn’t blushing too bad. Looks like I was, because he chuckled softly and turned to Big Ellie.“What did you tell him to make him feel so embarrassed, Sal?”Big Ellie threw up his hands. “Search me. You’re taking Mark with you?”“Yeah. Don’t stay up late, ‘cause Seth’s coming in the morning, about ten.”“I know, I know.”Mr. Lou All Fours met my eyes. “Take care of him, Dean,” he said, like he was talking about his cat. “I’m taking a couple of weeks off and he’s a mess when he’s alone.”“Fuck you,” grumbled Big Ellie, sitting back down and grabbing his beer.“O-okay,” I was able to mutter.Lou chuck
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It wasn’t the alarm that woke me up, nor the bright summer sun touching my window, but Steph stirring by my side. Like my body still needed to make up for the long separation, that was enough of a trigger and I found myself squinting in the light that flooded our bedroom, my hand cupping that gorgeous buttocks of hers. It took me about two seconds to roll over and stick to her back. A muffled sigh escaped her lips against the pillow when my morning wood brushed her panties. Why did she have to sleep with her clothes on?I bit her shoulder softly, my fingers pulling her panties down and out of the way. One of my legs covered hers, bringing my cock to brush her inner thighs. A delicious jerk made it wag, eager to dive into the warm gap that lay just inches away. I didn’t need my hand to guide it. The first trace of moisture seemed to pull from my hips, that launched my cock to brush her groin and find its way in on its own.Her flesh welcomed me and my breath grew heavier, pushing all t
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The van drove past the tall gates of the fence, that slid open to let us into the campus.It was another world in there, where the pandemic had no room and everybody followed the safety rules more out of excess of caution than real necessity.Pretty lanes wound about, connecting the Square with the smaller buildings of the campus. Our ride drove on to leave us right at the Square main gates, behind one of the vans waiting to take the night shift home.I glided down the hall to the east side, where the IT department was. The other three sides of the ground floor were the main department of the company: Operations.It’d been such a lucky strike, finding that job six months earlier, just arrived in the city. Steph had gotten there a few weeks before me, in time to find us a place to live and a job for herself.She’d insisted I didn’t need to work, because she would make enough money for both of us, but I’d refused to become a secluded househusband. I’d always been kind of a computer geek
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The receptionist at the second floor was surprised to see me. Looked like nobody had reported that they needed an IT in person. When I repeated what Aisha had just told me, she turned to her computer.“Let me check,” she murmured.She went over a couple of lists and typed something. Her mild frown made me frown too, but I waited in silence. It wouldn’t be a first if they’d forgotten to let her know.“They’re waiting for you upstairs,” she said, puzzled.My eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “You sure?”She shrugged. “That’s what my sup says.” She looked up at me and winked. “Must’ve done something good to be requested from up there.”“Don’t say,” I murmured, feeling a prink in my belly. “Thanks.”So I went on to the next flight of stairs, that would take me to the third floor for the first time ever. It was odd. Only the heads of department had their offices at the top of the Square, with their personal aids that included a small IT team, apart from the rest of the company. Regular morta
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