I knew I needed to cool down, else I’d go off the moment my cock touched her ass, but I didn’t want to let her come down and stop me. So I used one of the last small beads to butter her hole and rub it. The way she shivered and moaned made my cock nod in sympathy once more. I teased her a little longer with my fingers, as to make sure she was okay with it, because she usually didn’t like me fucking her behind twice in a row.Rather than okay, she seemed eager. Just in case, I rimmed her. And her reaction told me that here too, adding saliva to the oil worked as an explosive cocktail. Soon she was trembling and begging like she hadn’t just come and I was teasing her clit, not her ass.The pull from my groin told me clearly it was time to join her fun. So I grabbed a fat bead and literally shoved it up her ass, betting she would tighten her muscles and crack it open. I was right. A moment later, while I kneeled behind her again and grabbed her hips, I spotted a thick drop trickling out
“Here?”“Yeah, there.”“But it’s full of people!”“ITs share toilet cubicles?”“I mean the restroom! There’s a dozen guys right outside this door!”“Then you better keep it down, right?”“Please!”Big Ellie raised his eyebrows at the same time the ring’s pad started vibrating behind my nuts. My eyes fluttered closed, anticipating what was coming, no pun intended. Knowing he wouldn’t stop, I felt for the toilet lid and closed it to sit down on it.Like back on Monday, he made me rest the phone on my knee, my legs spread apart to grant him a clear view of my crotch, and he wouldn’t let me touch it. So I tried to relax and let him have his way as usual. He changed the vibrating pattern until my boner made a notorious bulge in my slacks. Then I felt the first tiny drops of oil cover the ring pad. I let my head fall back with a shaky sigh, the changing patterns working to rub my skin and spread the oil, gravity making it trickle down to my butthole. It wasn’t easy to control the impulse of
I couldn’t sleep, either. So I waited until I was sure Steph wouldn’t wake up if I got out of bed. At the kitchen, I retrieved the ring from my bag and plugged it to my phone charger. I had no bead for it, but maybe it had a little oil left inside. I grabbed a beer and went to sit on the windowsill, waiting for the ring’s battery to get a little charge.I found Big Ellie’s text from a couple of hours later. The son of a bitch had recorded the call from the restroom and made one of his funny GIFs. It showed me sitting on the toilet, my slacks still buttoned up and my hand squeezing my outstanding boner at the exact moment when a wet dot spread over the light fabric.My own face caught my attention, the way my head had dropped back, my eyes closed and my mouth open in a silent moan. It felt weird, seeing myself at such a moment. The GIF triggered a flashback that made my lazy cock nod. There it was, the spoiled thing. Now it asked for action? Nah, I thought, leaning back and bringing on
It took me a moment to register the trace of moisture the pad was leaving on my skin, and I only did because the echo of a ripple caught me by surprise.“Fuck yeah,” I muttered, getting mentally ready for the kind of climax I hadn’t reached with Steph over the last two nights.It was just a small, pale fraction of what it could’ve felt, but it was the best I could get at that moment, and I took it. A while later, back in bed, I was as relaxed and contented as I would’ve been only two months earlier after one of what Steph and I used to call epic fucks.I fell asleep right away. A deep, restoring sleep I sorely needed, without any dreams.But those were my last moments of content.Thursday turned out to be a dull, gloomy day. Especially because after checking my locker was as empty as the day before, I had the great idea of checking my texts. Only then I found what Big Ellie had written with the last GIF he’d sent me.“That was nice. Have a good weekend.”“What?”I realized I’d cried i
I rushed across the inner garden to the opposite side of the building and got to the conference room right when Bill was about to close the door.“Hey! What’re you doing here?” I asked him, puzzled.“Giving the seminar?” he replied, chuckling. “Go grab a sit, we’re about to get started.”“Yessir!”A dozen techs from the other shifts were spread all over the room, leaving empty seats between them and the next person in every direction. I was thrilled to spot Tom, waving at me and pointing at a vacant seat to his left.“Dean! It’s been a while!” he said happily as we bumped fists.“Hell yeah! How are you? I didn’t expect to find you here.”“Bill Turner was my senior when I started here. I wouldn’t miss his seminars for the world.”“Seminars, plural?”“Oh, right, you’re pretty new in the company. He gives them every semester.”We kept talking as I sat by the windows, leaving an empty seat between us, but we both shut up when Bill pulled up a whiteboard and placed it by the big flat scree
“One week is a short time for a single person to reach a development point that would allow others to appreciate the reach and scope of your project,” Bill said, catching our attention. “That’s why I want you to pair up for this. Let’s take a fifteen-minute break now. Go find your project soulmate, grab your legal brain boost of choice, breathe some fresh air and come back ready to start working.”He was still talking when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. Looked like the motivating geek had already switched back to stalker. I ignored it completely, because Bill waved me and Tom over.“You two should work together,” he told us. “You used to be into databases optimization, right, Tom?”“Yeah,” Tom turned to me. “You’re interested in databases too?”“Sure. I love data mining.”Bill nodded, smiling behind his mask as he motioned for us to walk out with him. “That’s what I call a match. Make me proud.”We grabbed sodas from the vending machine and went out to the inner garden, to spe
I strolled around the room, thinking hard. By the second lap around the long table, I noticed the side door had been left ajar. That stopped me short. Maybe he was waiting for me at the next room? I approached the door and tried to see what was on the other side without touching it. It looked like a small waiting room, and it was completely quiet.Right across that waiting room, I saw a couch against a glass wall by a closed door. Massive blinds covered the glass wall, but they weren’t closed. My eyes needed a minute to grasp the scene unfolding in the large office behind the blinds.I froze, then stepped back so fast I almost tripped on my own feet. The glimpse I’d just had made me blush hard. Two men were in the office, Big Ellie one of them. He was resting against a big wealthy desk, hands grasping the edge, his head back, closed eyes, parted lips. The other guy was sitting right before him, head down on Big Ellie’s crotch, clearly giving him a blowjob.The idea made me frown. Was
Cold water felt great on my burning face. I rested my forearms at each side of the basin, letting my head hang between my burdened shoulders, eyes closed.Shit! How come two dudes fucking had almost turned me on? What on earth had I found arousing about it? Was it knowing what banging an oiled ass felt like?The faucet timer cut the water off, so I moved my hand under the sensor to make it run again and keep washing my face. It was better than musing, so I did it every time the water stopped.That definitely didn’t look like a random fuck. The way they’d kissed spoke volumes. And Big Ellie’s face, showing he was as lost as the other guy to the sensations of the moment, was— Was that what he was grooming me for? To take Mr. All Fours’ place as his office toy boy?Like hell! I would’ve stuck my whole head under the running water to escape those upsetting thoughts, especially when the ring popped up among them, with its pretty pad that teased and oiled my ass. Or those GIFs and pics of m
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
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