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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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I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
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I could only stare blankly at him while my heart sank, my belly felt about to turn and the air felt too thin in my lungs.My lack of answer brought the man from the window to the table.“Remove your mask,” he said, calm and imposing, a deep voice meant to boss the whole world around.I did, so full of a sudden, choking fear I couldn’t think straight.The man took a hand out of his pocket and grabbed the tablet. He seemed to compare something on it with me before showing it to me. My knees threatened to buckle when I saw my own mugshot on screen.“This is you,” he said, far from asking.There was no way to deny it. Even with my hair dyed dark, it was plain to see that was my own bloody face, only four years younger.He stared at me as to drill a hole through my skull. I tried to hold his dark eyes while the other man read from his computer.“You were arrested in Buffalo, New York, back in 2019, charged with possession of narcotics with intent to sell. Sentenced to ten years, you were p
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“Stop,” he said.And I stopped as I was, with my hips upfront. The way he fondled my crotch pulled gasps from my parted lips, and my eyes fluttered closed. I hated him and I hated myself, but I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a ram. If he kept going, he’d make me come in my khakis within a couple of minutes, and there was nothing I could do to help it. Maybe because being a guy himself, he knew damn well what worked best to push me to the edge.And then he stopped, moving his hand away from me.I didn’t dare to open my eyes, frozen like the statue to the boner of the year, fists clenched against my sides, sweat drops trickling down my temples, my chest pumping.“Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway. I faced his burning dark eyes and his smirk, trying in vain not to pant softly.His hands came up to the waist of my khakis and I felt him unbutton it and pull the zip down. A heartbeat later, his fingers sneaked inside the slacks to grab my junk over the underwear.“That’s b
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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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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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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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“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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“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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It felt different. No ripples, but a warm tinkling spreading down from my nipples, that needed more rubbing as it grew stronger, reaching my navel in no time. When he pinched my nipples, it was like an electric jolt running down my body all the way to my groin. I pushed my chest up, and like replying to what I didn’t dare to ask, he replaced one of his hands with his tongue. The fingers still wet in oil brushed the tip of my cock, making me stir and groan.He took his sweet time teasing me like that, while I shivered and moaned, my hips trying to push my throbbing cock into his hand that stayed out of reach, his fingertips tight together to open over my tip every time I pushed, never going further than my head.Suddenly, he moved back to watch me like that for a moment, spread legs with my knees up, panting, blurry eyes on him, hard as a ram, at his mercy past any attempt of denying it. He bent over me and his mouth rested between my pecs, from where it slid down my belly up to my nav
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A shaky grunt escaped my lips when his mouth landed on my pecs, to doodle on it with the tip of his tongue before focusing on one of my nipples, while his hand pinched the other.“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, letting my eyes close.His other hand closed on my crotch and I was getting hard again in under a minute, lost to his licking and teasing and fondling. Shit, I’d missed this, especially because he still played the game of imposing himself onto me, depriving me of any other option but letting him do whatever he wanted with me.It was that night that I got the first glimpse of real understanding as to why I didn’t fight him. It was that pretension of helplessness, the fantasy that I was absolutely powerless and all I could do was close my eyes and let him do. He’d get me hard and high, he’d give me all I liked and more, he’d drive me crazy, he’d provide all the pleasure I needed. And all I had to do was exactly what I was doing: close my eyes and let him do. That was it. I didn’t need to
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“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.”“What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut?He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.He let go of my nipple for a moment, only to bring one of my hands down to my crotch, while his other hand closed my fingers around my own cock before slipping under it to grab my nuts.“There, all yours,” he whispered.I just did what he wanted, for a change. What I also wanted. My mind only had room for what he’d just said, the keyword being later. Okay, yeah. If I knew him a little, he’d brought some oil, and I intended to make him spend it all on me before he left.He held me tight for a moment after
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He rang me the moment the quarter was over, to let me know he was coming and I didn’t need to get the door. Sure, of course his thumb opened every damn door in the whole campus. I heard the cart stopping outside as the second quarter started, and he showed up in the kitchen a heartbeat later.“What did I miss?” he asked.“Nothing,” I replied from the table.He left two six-packs and the family pack of ice cream he’d brought in the fridge and came to sit down at the round table with me. I was still eating, and we didn’t waste our breath in further greetings, too focused on the game. We only exchanged casual comments or exclamations until the halftime. Then I picked up my things, took everything to the kitchen and opened the faucets to do the dishes.“Are you staying the weekend?” he asked, turning in his chair to look at me.“Nah. I’m leaving in the morning,” I said, keeping my back turned to him. “Where?” I glanced back from over my shoulder and saw him raise his eyebrows. “Brokers d
