‘Bloody workmen. You just can’t rely on them.’

Emma cringed as Matt slammed the phone down. ‘They were supposed to be here at seven. I wanted to brief them about the layout.’ She knew what was coming next. ‘Can you sort this out, Emma, love?’ he wheedled, giving her a boyish grin that had once charmed her into agreeing to most of his requests, reasonable or otherwise.

‘You know I have to go to the office. I’m late as it is.’
Before she could answer, he’d grabbed the car keys and was already on his way out.

‘Of course, Matt. No problem, Matt,’ she muttered irritably to the empty kitchen.

She’d planned to spend the day working on an essay for her counselling course.

Sighing, she made herself a strong black coffee. She needed caffeine. It wasn’t that she minded sorting out the builders. It was the assumption that she would, without question. Being taken for granted. She tried the number again, but there was no reply. The builders were probably on their way over. She glanced at the clock – eight fifteen. She was sure they’d be here soon. They weren’t unreliable – just a bit lax when it came to timekeeping. But they did a good job, took pride in their work. Nice couple of blokes, really – brothers Steve, who was twenty-five and Gus, eighteen. She knew their ages because after they’d finished work on Friday night and joked over tea and biscuits Gus had mentioned his recent birthday party and complained that his brother was getting ‘past it’ at twenty-five, which made her laugh. Then he’d tried to guess her age.

‘Twenty-one at most,’ he’d suggested.

‘And the rest,’ she’d replied, blushing. She was already thirty-three when she’d met Matt and they’d been living together for nearly ten years. She sometimes wondered where the time had gone. Still, it was flattering in a way, even though she knew Gus probably played the same game with all his female clients. He was quite good-looking too, in a rugged sort of way. Muscular, strong, well-built. It came with the territory, she supposed. All that lifting and carrying and hammering and screwing.

There was a knock on the door.

‘Where’s Steve?’ she asked, surprised to see only Gus unloading tools from the battered Escort van.

‘Hangover,’ Gus replied. ‘We went to a night-club last night. Poor old sod, I told you he can’t keep up the pace. Don’t worry, he’ll be here later. It’s okay, we won’t let you down.’

As Gus disappeared up the ladder into the new loft conversion, Emma hoped he was right. They’d agreed to get the job finished by six-thirty, on the dot. It was to be a surprise for Matt, who wasn’t expecting the work to be completed for another two days. The old loft, over a period of weeks, had been slowly transformed into a spacious extra room. There had been problems with the structure, delays in getting the right materials, but soon it would be ready. A new office space for Matt, with a computer, fax and modem, and big oak desk that Matt had already ordered from a catalogue he had brought home from work. The walls had been painted white-with-a-hint-of-plum, contrasting with a subtle shade of chalk blue for the ceiling. Pine bookshelves and a luxurious swivel chair, black leather and chrome, were stored in the garage, protected by plastic sheeting, awaiting their unveiling.

Hopefully, with such a great space, Matt would work from home more often and they would get to see more of each other. He always put work first, but at least this way he would be home for dinner more often, although she sometimes wondered if it was really work that kept him out so late. They both knew that their relationship was hanging by a thread – a flimsy one at that.

‘Some people have children to cement a relationship – we convert the loft,’ she had joked bitterly to Steve over tea one morning.

He’d smiled and she wasn’t certain whether it was sympathy or pity.

‘So, what is it today – custard creams or bourbons?’

Gus had come back downstairs quietly, without her hearing and was standing behind her, close enough to feel his breath on her neck.

‘Chocolate hobnobs,’ she replied, without moving away. ‘Your hair smells good,’ he said suddenly and for a moment she felt her heart racing. Quickly, she moved away and clattered mugs and plates, tearing the biscuit wrapper with shaking fingers. Pull yourself together, Emma, she told herself fiercely. You’re acting like a silly teenager.

‘How’s it going?’ she asked briskly. ‘Think it will be finished on time?’

Gus nodded. ‘Trust me.’ He took a swig of tea. ‘That’s a nice blouse you’re wearing this morning.’

‘I bet you say that to all the girls,’ she replied.

‘Only the pretty ones,’ he laughed.

Emma groaned. ‘I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.’ ‘Worth a try,’ he retorted. He glanced at the clock.

‘Where’s that delinquent brother of mine? I’d better give him a call.’ He had just started to key a number on his mobile when Steve arrived.

‘The back door’s open,’ Emma shouted through the window and Steve came in through the patio, carefully wiping his boots on the mat.

‘Just in time for tea break,’ he said, heading purposefully for the hobnobs. ‘I hope you’ve saved something for me,’ and Emma thought that he winked at Gus.

Despite being unable to get on the computer, Emma spent a productive afternoon, writing notes for her essay, with the background sounds of Radio One punctuated by
drilling and hammering from above the ceiling. By six fifteen, chicken was roasting in the oven, the wine was chilled and the strawberry trifle had been spooned into a cut glass bowl. She had prepared a special meal for a special night. In twenty minutes Matt would be home. She just had time to change.

‘Ready for your inspection, madam,’ announced Steve, peering into the kitchen at six forty, then added, ‘Wow!’

Emma didn’t often dress up – there never seemed to be the opportunity and suddenly she felt self-conscious in a clingy lycra dress, stockings and high heels.

Ignoring his gaze and feeling flustered, she said swiftly, ‘Is it finished?’

‘Come upstairs and see,’ he responded, gesturing her to follow.

It wasn’t easy ascending the loft ladder with stilettos but the struggle was worth it. When she saw the room, Emma felt quite emotional. It was a dream of a room.

‘It’s perfect,’ she breathed.

‘Glad you like it,’ replied Steve. ‘Now, before we go, is there anything else you need us to do?’

She hesitated. ‘There is something. I hope you won’t feel I’m taking advantage by asking.’

‘If you don’t ask, you won’t get,’ joked Gus.

‘Well, could you possibly bring up the bookshelves and leather chair from the garage?’

‘No problem.’

‘Thanks, I do appreciate this. It really is a lovely room.

Thank you.’

‘Don’t mention it. Oh, and payment in cash of our outstanding fee would be nice.’

‘Yes, of course.’

Back downstairs, fumbling in her purse for the right cash, Emma felt a warm glow. The meal was going to be perfect. The room was perfect. She even felt good about herself. It was going to be a perfect evening.

Then the phone rang. It was Matt. ‘Sorry, love – I really hate to do this to you, but we have a major problem at work, need to meet an important deadline. Have to stay late and I have an early start tomorrow, so I’m going to book into a hotel.’

Feeling crushed, Emma put the phone down.

‘Anything wrong?’ asked Steve, who was hovering in the doorway.

‘Nothing I’m not used to,’ she muttered quietly. ‘Hey, are you sure you’re alright?’

‘No. I’m not, actually. But it’s my problem. I’ll get your money, if you can just hang on a minute.’

Staring at herself in the bedroom mirror, feeling ridiculous in her black fuck me dress, Emma visualised her relationship with Matt spiralling down into a vortex, taking all the anger and upset with it. To her surprise she began to laugh. How ironic – their relationship was finished at the same time as the completion of the loft room. It was both funny and pathetic. Why was she wasting her energy and emotions on someone who clearly didn’t feel she was worth the effort? Emma took a deep breath and went back into the kitchen, where Steve and Gus waited awkwardly.

‘Would you like to stay for supper?’ she heard herself say. ‘I mean, it seems a shame to waste all this food. Anyway, I hate eating alone.’

Gus opened the wine and they polished off the chicken in double quick time before starting on the dessert.

‘This is delicious,’ commented Gus. ‘Terrific,’ agreed Steve.

‘You’re right,’ said Emma, spooning the creamy substance between her lips and licking the spoon provocatively.

‘Here, you’ve missed a bit.’ Steve leant across and wiped cream from the corners of her mouth, his fingers lingering. Gus watched with interest.

‘Actually, I hadn’t realised just how hungry I am.’ And with that, she took hold of his finger and began to nibble.

‘You’re tipsy,’ laughed Gus.

‘Not tipsy enough,’ she replied, pouring more wine. ‘Hey, steady on,’ said Steve.

‘Bloody men,’ she complained. ‘All the same.’ ‘No we’re not,’ protested Gus.

‘Show me, then.’

Gus leaned across the table and gently kissed her on the mouth. Responding instantly, Emma pulled him towards her and their tongues entwined. Simultaneously she felt Steve’s hands around her waist. He had got up from the table and was standing behind her, kissing her neck. She groaned and his hands slipped between her legs, feeling her wetness. Her head was spinning.

‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she gasped. ‘I want to christen the loft room.’

On the newly polished wooden floor, Emma lay spread- eagled, her dress indecently hitched up around her waist with Steve between her legs, tonguing and licking her, while Gus peeled off her stockings. She came quickly, her eyes swimming, while she was sucking Gus’s delicious cock, and while she was still recovering, he thrust his throbbing hardness into her. She heard a woman’s voice scream – ‘Screw me to the floor, you fuckster!’ and realised it was her own. She was amazed at Gus’s stamina and he kept going until she came again, which wasn’t difficult when Steve was pinching and sucking her breasts while simultaneously caressing her clitoris. While Gus was getting his breath back, Steve slid into her welcoming pussy and she came again in waves, melting into what she imagined she could describe as a state of fuckstasy. They did it on the floor, against the wall, on the rug, twice on Matt’s new desk, and on the leather chair. Emma hadn’t realised it was possible for one woman to enjoy so much pleasure and attention. Finally, exhausted, they slept.

They awoke in the early hours, limbs entwined. Emma stretched languorously and went down to the kitchen, naked except for her high heels, and made them coffee. Soon after, Gus and Steve packed their tools away and kissed her goodbye and she thanked them for all they had done.

When they had left, Emma gradually returned to earth with a thud. She couldn’t quite believe what had happened, that she had behaved so wantonly. She told herself it wasn’t her fault, that it was a combination of frustration, neglect, a need for attention – perhaps even revenge on Matt for making her feel invisible.

As soon as he arrived home from work that night, Matt knew something had changed. He couldn’t articulate what it was, but for some reason, Emma seemed different. When she said, ‘I have a surprise for you,’ he wondered what to expect. Taking him by the hand she led him upstairs and asked him to follow her up the loft ladder. Then he saw the completed loft room and he was quite overwhelmed.

‘God, Emma, I don’t know what to say. I love it. It’s wonderful.’

He kissed her lightly on the cheek. ‘I feel dreadful now about last night, for spoiling everything you planned for me.’ Suddenly he put his arms around her waist and
pulled her towards him, holding her close so she could feel his hardness pressed against her. ‘I know you think I’m work obsessed, but I really missed you last
night. I hardly slept at all.’

‘Neither did I, darling,’ she replied, her clit still tingling from the night before. ‘Shall we christen our new loft room?’

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He was gorgeous. I first noticed him with wealthy widow number one at the buffet breakfast. His hand was resting on her ring-encrusted fingers. The same evening he was in the cocktail bar with bejewelled matron number two, sipping champagne cocktails. I was surprised when he targeted me in the ship’s casino the following evening, since I’m hardly of the blue-rinse generation, but it soon became clear that it wasn’t my jewellery he was interested in.

I’d just let a hundred bucks ride on red. ‘Risky.’
I looked up at the curly black hair, bright blue eyes, immaculate tuxedo and red bow tie.
‘What?’
‘Letting it ride. Too risky.’ The croupier’s voice rang out. ‘Twenty-three, red!’
‘I like risks.’
I let the bet ride again.
‘So I see. My name’s Peter.’ ‘Five, red!’

‘Lucky girl, er…’ ‘Suzanne.’ I stood up.
‘This is a lucky seat. Want it?’ ‘No thanks, I’m not a gambler.’ ‘Prefer a sure thing, do you?’

He stayed by my side as I moved away from the table. ‘What’s a sure thing, Suzanne?’

I decided to have some fun with him.

I’d been without for too long. There’d been no time since the last job. In any case, I wanted to be sure my instincts about him were right. And he was gorgeous.
‘How about we have dinner? You might find out. The bar at eight?’

Two hours later, we were sitting in a quiet corner of the dining room. The food and wine were exquisite.

Peter was an extremely entertaining companion. He regaled me with risqué stories of his experiences in the Far East.

He claimed to be a jeweller, travelling in search of gemstones for his London business.

The ship was docking in Singapore next morning and he asked me if I was going ashore.

‘No, Peter, I’m having a day in the beauty parlour.’ Was there a flicker of relief on his face?
‘The beauty parlour? You’re beautiful already.’
‘Very gallant. Do you think flattery might get you somewhere?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Fancy a stroll on deck?’

I steered us to a dark area by the lifeboats, looped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.

The kiss was long, slow and deep. Our tongues played together and there was a familiar tingling between my thighs.

I felt his hand on the front of my dress, and my nipples hardened as he fondled my breasts through the silk.

I dropped my hand down between his legs and heard him gasp as I ran my fingers up and down his erection.

I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear. ‘Nice cock, Peter.’

He started to speak, but I closed his mouth with mine, while I unbuttoned his black, formal trousers, pushed them down and wriggled my fingers under the waistband of his underpants.

His cock was rock hard and he groaned as I wrapped my fingers around it and eased it free.

‘Your place, Peter?’ ‘Yes!’
‘Okay, tell me the way and I’ll lead you there.’

I started to move, pulling gently on the hot pole of flesh. ‘What, like this?’

‘Yes, Peter.’
‘I…we…can’t!’
‘Don’t you want to make love to me, Peter?’
‘Of course I do, but…ahhh…’ His voice faltered as I ran my hand up and down the length of his cock.
‘Come along then, there’s a good boy. Pull your trousers up.’

We saw no one until we reached the elevator, where we found one of his companions of the previous day. Peter edged into a corner and pulled me in front of him.

‘Peter,’ the elderly lady said, reproachfully. ‘After this afternoon I was hoping you’d come back to my cabin, but I see you have a new friend.’

I squeezed hard and he groaned, deep in his throat.

She peered closely at us and I stepped to one side. Her eyes widened as she saw what I held in my hand.

‘Disgusting!’ she hissed, and pushed past as the doors opened.
‘Whatever were you doing in her cabin, Peter?’ ‘Oh, just evaluating some jewellery for her.’

I stepped out of the elevator and tugged his rigid cock. ‘Funny, I thought she recognized this guy. Right, which is your cabin?’

Once we were inside the cabin I released him and stood back. His face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat stood out on his forehead. He let his trousers fall to his ankles and grinned.

‘You’re a wicked bitch.’ His voice was hoarse.
‘That’s probably a good description. Stand still.’

He stood while I stripped him of his jacket, unclipped the red bow tie and placed it, with his gold cuff links, on a table by the bed. I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled it away. His upper body was hard and muscular and I ran my hand down his flat stomach and tickled the red, swollen head of his cock, which was poking out above the elastic band of his pants.

‘He looks uncomfortable.’

I hooked my thumbs in his pants and pushed them down to join his trousers. He kicked the garments away, lifted each leg in turn and pulled off his shoes and socks.

I stepped back and looked him up and down. ‘Very nice, Peter. Just one thing.’

I retrieved the bow tie and fastened it back around his neck.

‘Perfect.’

I turned my back.

‘Unhook my dress, and unzip me.’

I let the dress fall to the floor and turned back to him. You like?’

He nodded, wordlessly.

I unhooked my bra and let it fall away and watched his eyes lock on to my breasts.
‘Come on.’

I took his cock back in my hand and led him to the bed. ‘Lie back.’

I stretched myself alongside him and played with the swollen head of his cock, slippery with pre-come.

‘Suck my nipples, Peter.’

He lowered his head to my breasts. He sucked first one nipple and then the other until they were hard and swollen.
His hand moved down and stroked the front of my panties. He was gentle as he shifted the silk aside and played with my pussy. I groaned as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside me.

‘Take my panties off, sweetheart.’

He knelt between my legs and peeled the wet silk away, placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and eased them apart.

His head came down and I squirmed as the tip of his tongue parted my pussy lips. His fingers found the hood of flesh guarding my clit and rolled it back.

My breasts were tingling and I could feel the throbbing between my legs.
His tongue slipped in and out of my vagina and a fingertip traced a circle around my clit, never quite touching it. His tongue began a leisurely journey upwards, and I arched upwards off the sheets when the tip touched the swollen button. He sucked it between his lips, rolling his tongue around it until my whole body was quivering.

I could feel my orgasm beginning. As it built he began flicking his tongue across my clit, faster and faster.

I felt like a tensed-up spring. He slid his fingers inside me again and began thrusting them in and out until I came suddenly, in wave after wave of pleasure. I heard myself scream as I clamped my thighs on his head, and collapsed back on the sheets. I felt him moving over me, and his tongue probed at my lips. It was slick with my juice and I sucked it into my mouth. The head of his cock touched the entrance to my vagina and I thrust up to meet it and groaned again as he slid it in with one hard thrust. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his waist and tightened my arms around him.

‘That was gorgeous. Do it to me again with your cock.’

He started with long, slow strokes, filling me and withdrawing almost completely, trying to tease me. I let him play for a while, then waited until he was fully immersed and gripped him with my internal muscles. He groaned and I laughed softly.

‘Faster now, sweetheart, or I’ll snap it off.’

He began to fuck me hard, moving faster and faster until once again the hot tingling began and the muscles around my vagina bunched tight.

I was gasping and I could feel Peter’s hot breath on my face as we bucked frantically together on the squealing bedsprings.

His voice rasped in my ear. ‘Oh Christ baby, I’m going to come, oh yeah, yeah…fuck!’

I could feel his cock swelling inside me as I ripped my fingernails down his back and came, in a series of long, delicious shudders. He let out a long rasping groan, and his seed spurted as his cock pumped furiously inside me.

We talked for a while afterwards, and drank cold white wine from the refrigerator. He told me some more stories, much more graphic this time, of his experiences with Asian women.

‘But Asian girls are usually servile,’ he said. ‘I really like women who go for what they want. Women like you.’

We drank some more wine and I watched his cock slowly getting hard. I played with him for a long time, using my fingers, teasing and tantalizing him until I was ready. I rode him this time, controlling him, stopping and starting until neither of us could take any more. The tiny alarm in my wristwatch woke me at six in the morning. Peter was lying on his back, his erection pointing to the ceiling.

I slipped off the bed, careful not to wake him, padded over to the refrigerator and poured a glass of orange juice. I took the little bottle from my purse, and added ten drops of its contents to the glass. I hadn’t expected to need it on this trip, but Mickey Finn has helped me out in the past.

I shook Peter and held out the glass. ‘Room service.’

He stared at me groggily for a moment, then sat up and drank it down.

Choral hydrate usually takes about forty minutes to take effect. I needed to keep him busy until then, and I thought he deserved a treat.
‘Lie back.’

I started on his balls, weighing them in my hand, and licking underneath them while I squeezed them gently. Then I went to work on his cock, holding it in the tips of my fingers and licking the full length of the shaft. I tickled the sensitive skin on the back of the head with my fingernails and with my tongue. The red-purple head was swollen and I ran my tongue round and around it, and rubbed the ball of my thumb back and forth across the slit.

He was panting hard by now, and I kissed the tip and breathed hard on it. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, which were beginning to glaze.

‘Yes?’
‘Please!’

The way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, but the way to his brain is definitely through his cock. If you want him brain dead, that is. I took it between my lips and began to suck. Twenty minutes later, he was breathing raggedly and his eyes were beginning to close. I had used my lips and fingers to bring him to the brink three times. His cock was throbbing and his eyes begged me to make him come.

‘This time, baby.’

After a couple more minutes his hips joined the rhythm of my bobbing head. I waited until the last moment to remove my lips and he moaned helplessly as hot jets of fluid splattered on to his stomach.

He flopped back and his eyes closed. He would be unconscious for about eight hours. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. Now I’d discover whether my instincts had been right. His wallet contained about U$5000 and business cards in various names, one of which was Peter Armstrong, FGA, International Jewels Ltd. The drawer in the bedside table contained three passports in three different names, a first-class air ticket from Singapore to London with today’s date, and another U$10,000 dollars in cash.

I put the cash in my purse It could join the rest of the laundered money I had placed in bank accounts at various ports of call during the voyage. Then I struck pay dirt.

In the wardrobe, I found a small jewel box containing two rings, which looked very like those that had adorned the fingers of the reproachful elderly lady.

I looked down at the naked figure on the bed. ‘Naughty,’ I murmured.

He was still wearing his black socks, and the red bow tie was still around his neck. I transferred it to his flaccid cock.

‘Oh for a camera.’

I picked up cuff links, dropped them in my purse, went out and hung the Do Not Disturb notice on the door.
Back in my stateroom I stripped, showered, put on clean clothes and packed a few essentials into a small bag. The black wig and heavy glasses, my three passports…

The U$15,000 dollars would more than cover the cost of the flight back to the States, and I could pick up a couple of new outfits in Singapore.

Then I had the bank accounts, and those rings. And the cuff links.

The boom of the ship’s siren announced our arrival in port and I laughed out loud at the thought of Peter confronting his lady friend.
He’d survive, after all he was gorgeous. It takes one to spot one…

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It’s been five months since dad left with another woman. He doesn’t even call to see if we’re doing ok. But It’s fine. At least now we know the true colors of that piece of shit. But still, it’s almost unbelievable how 21 years of my life were spent with someone who couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about us.

And since he’s proven he’s no longer a man and jumped ship, I had to move back with mom to help her make ends meet. But I guess that’s one of the few silver linings of all of this. I get to see her more and help her out both financially and emotionally. And that’s what’s most important. Especially since I have a sneaking suspicion that she’s still being affected. Not as severely as when it initially happened, but it’s still clear that she needs me.

“Mom, I’m home,” I call out as I walk into the house with groceries in my hands, “They didn’t have pineapples so I got you some mangos. I didn’t wanna come back without some vitamins so I grabbed the next best thing.”

No response. Weird. I walk out of the foyer into the living room and there she is, on the couch in her pajamas staring into the TV. She was always known to be too infatuated with her shows. I walk over to her and kiss her on her head, grabbing her attention.

“Mail’s here,” I say before walking in the kitchen to put everything up,

“Funny,” she responds, “You forget my pineapples?”

“Nope. In fact, they’re so offended that you thought I did, they turned into mangoes.”

“Aww. Well in that case, I apologize.”

“Nope. Deed’s been done. Plus, I have a feeling they’re into the mango life.”

“Well bully for them.”

I finish putting up the food and head back into the living room.

“So whatcha watchin’ anyway?” I question,

“Eh, just something that came up when I turned it on. It looked boring at first, but when I was about to turn it, it got interesting. So now I’m hooked.”

“Mind if I join?”

“Not at all, but there’s a few minutes left. Not sure what’s coming on after this.”

“That’s fine.”

I take a seat beside her, watching the last bit of whatever this is. But even with the snippet, I get what she means. This is interesting. I’ve gotta see if this comes on again.

But it ends and the next show comes up. As it goes on, I find that it really isn’t offering much.

Stale jokes, unnecessary laugh track, boring characters and plot, kinda disappointing. But as I’m stomaching the garbage before me, I feel some weight being applied to my shoulder. I look out of the corner of my eye to see that it’s mom’s head. She’s leaned against me and bunched up. Aww. It’s insane to think that just two decades ago, the tables were turned.

I subconsciously bring my arm behind her back, embracing her more and she accepts my embrace, wrapping her arm around me in response. She looks so comfortable. And she’s so warm and soft. I guess that should be expected from a mother, but this is different. I turn my attention back to the “show” and start blankly as the unamusing banters and dry plot. That is until mom starts giggling. Really? She actually finds this funny? But then she says,

“Havin’ fun there?”

I turn to ask what she means, only to discover that I’ve been rubbing her stomach this whole time. I immediately pull my hand away before saying,

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t me-”

She interrupts me by grabbing my hand and placing it back where it was.

“It’s fine,” she assures, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It’s actually nice.”

Odd. But ok. As long as she enjoys it. I start rubbing her stomach once again and she settles herself in the couch. This actually is kinda nice. I mean, removing the obvious weirdness of the gravity here, it is a bit soothing.

After a while, the show’s over. Thank God. And another show comes up. A few moments into it, I’m thoroughly confused. I guess it’s one of those shows where everything only makes sense if you watch the whole thing. It seems so convoluted. I have no idea what direction it’s going. Is there a war? Are these people oppressed? Why’s that kid crying? And why does everyone in the radius care? What’s with that door? Wha- waaait a minute, what’s happening?

“Well, well, well,” the man says after placing a finger under a frightened woman’s chin, “Would you look at what we have here? It would seem that the rebels have come to play. Interesting.”

She jerks her head away and says,

“Just shut up so we can get this over with.”

He pins her to the wall before saying,

“Fine. Just take all the fun out of it, why don’t you?”

He then gives her a deep kiss, groping and fondling her breasts in the process. Ok, yeah.

Thanks but no thanks. I refuse to have this in the same vicinity as my mother. I grab the remote to change before she says,

“Wait, hang on. I think I’ve seen this before. I don’t think anything happens. I think someone bursts in before he gets the chance to do anything.”

Um…Alright. The scene then transitions to her bent over a table as the man thrusts himself in and out of her. He groans out in pleasure as she grips onto the table, trying to hide her signs of enjoying it. Alright, something’s happening, no one’s showed up, what the hell? I turn to mom and she shrugs before saying,

“I can be wrong.”

Ok, she clearly enjoys this, so who am I to deprive her of her entertainment? So I tough it through. But I direct my attention above the TV. I just can’t look at this with my mom right here. But the sounds are just a little bit more difficult to ignore. After a few uncomfortable moments, the scene ends. Ok. That wasn’t too bad.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” mom says,

Yes. Yes it was.

“I guess not,” I reply,

“Exactly. It’s just a little bit of human body. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Especially since yours is showing to not be shy at all.”

You know what? She’s right. The human anatomy is a wonderful specimen and I shouldn’t be so- what the fuck did she just say?

“What do you mean?” I question.

She points to my crotch and my heart drops in my stomach. Before me is my raging erection trying to burst out of my pants. Oh, fuck. She giggles before saying,

“Now, now, what did we just discuss? There’s no shame in the human body. That’s just how it works. We laugh when we’re amused, we pee when we drink, we show our arousal when we’re…you know…aroused. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“I mean, sure,” I respond, “But you’re my mom.”

“Yes. I’m your mom. Meaning I’ve seen it way before you did. And possibly more than you did in your diaper days. It wasn’t weird then. The only difference now is you have two digits in your age. You’re still my bouncing baby boy.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. I’m a mom. It’s what we do. Now don’t think about it too much.”

Ok. She just made this way less uncomfortable. She’s right. I’m just overthinking this. It’s just an organ that she’s seen years before I did. So what’s the point in making a fuss about it? I continue watching the show, piecing together some of the questions I had a few minutes ago in the process. Now I’m hooked.

Eventually, another sex scene appears. It’s a little different from the last one. This woman seems more into it. This gets me going again and I accept it. It’s natural. But this is somewhat worse than last time. This time, I’m physically uncomfortable. There’s only so much room in my underwear, let alone my pants, to contain me. I guess mom takes notice of this because as she maintains her focus on the TV, she says,

“You know, if it’s that bothersome, I wouldn’t mind if you just whipped it out.”

Hm. Odd request. Watching soft-core porn is one thing, getting a rager is pushing it, but this is exposing myself. Wait, wait, just remember what we just talked about. She’s seen it before. The only difference is my age. It’s fine.

“Alright,” I reply.

I unbutton and unzip my pants before sliding them off along with my underwear, freeing my erect member.

“Wow,” she says, “You’ve really grown, haven’t you? How can you not have a date yet?”

Oh, mom, so naïve about how girls only want guys who are good at something.

“Well,” she continues, “Since you’re committing, it’s only fair that I commit, too.”

She leans up before removing her shirt and pajama bottoms along with her panties. Again, odd request, but again, human anatomy. And oh my God, her anatomy is just outstanding. Her breasts, her body, her- what the fuck am I thinking? That’s my mother!

“Hey,” she says, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Can you hear me? I want the remote. This show’s boring and I wanna see what else is on.”

“Oh,” I say as I re-enter my state of mind, “Right. Right, uh, here you go.”

I hand her the remote before she gives me a grin and says,

“Thank you.”

She returns to her position, leaning on me as she scrolls through the different channels. My hand returns to her now exposed stomach, but I don’t move it. Mostly because now I might risk touching something and I’m just gonna stop thinking about that for the rest of my natural life.

She picks a channel to watch and sets down the remote. Now, it’s at this point I need to know, HOW HORNY IS THIS WOMAN?!? Why is she on the most adult heavy channel we have? Why does she know about this? Alright, calm down. Maybe this is just to drive the point home that she’s comfortable with this type of stuff around me. So maybe I should show her the same courtesy. Plus, she’s been so alone for so long. She’s bound to search for this kind of stuff in her free time. Yeah, the internet’s a bit of a better option, but maybe she’s like me and finds there’s something slightly more euphoric about finding it on national television.

I relax a bit, accepting mom’s choice, and watch as I’m greeted with two heroines in a run down amusement park being hypnotized by a villain. Of course, the acting is atrocious, but the scene afterwards is the real source of entertainment. It starts with him forcing the two girls to make out. It then transitions to one girl on her hands and knees with the guy pumping in and out of her as she licks the other girl’s center. With every moment this goes on, I’m just getting more and more turned on. I almost wanna stroke it right here and now, but that just crosses the line. I’m not jerking off in front of my own mom.

But as I say that, I get an intense jolt of pleasure throughout my body, starting from my penis. What the hell? My right arm is hanging on the back of the couch and my left is around mom’s torso. I look down and my mind just factory resets itself. Before me is the imagery of my mom with her hand wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it up and down.

“Mom, wha-” I start, but I’m interrupted with her other hand covering my mouth as she continues stroking,

“Shhhh,” she starts before saying in a sultry tone, “Let mommy take care of this, ok? Sitting in discomfort isn’t good for you. You need release. And I’m more than happy to give it to you, ok?”

Ok, this is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. But before I can object any more, she takes the head of my cock inside of her mouth, gently sucking on it as she continues stroking me. I let out a light moan as she sucks on it more and more. Eventually, she takes more of me inside of her mouth, getting all the way to the base after a few attempts. She then starts bobbing up and down my shaft, earning more and more moans.

As this goes on, my cares and worries dwindle more and more. Why is this even a problem? She likes it. I like it. Why question it? You know what? There’s no point in questioning it. I might as well embrace it.

I bring a hand to the back of her head, guiding her up and down my cock, as I bring my other hand to her soaking wet pussy, rubbing It with two of my fingers, earning moans from her. I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick her juices off of them. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I stick my fingers in my mouth, coating them in my saliva before bringing them back to mom’s pussy and driving them inside of her before thrusting in and out of her, causing her to moan even louder.

She starts sucking a bit faster and I follow suit, matching her rhythm. Fuck, her mouth feels so good. But this isn’t enough. I want more. I need more. And I guess she wants the same thing because after a few moments, she takes me out of her mouth before giving a devious grin and says,

“You know, after your father left, I got sterilized.”

She then leans up and straddles me.

“I didn’t want you to have any brothers or sisters.”

She slowly starts grinding on me.

“You know why?”

I shake my head. She giggles before saying,

“Because you’re my special boy. You’re the only one I need.”

She then leans in my ear and whispers in a seductive tone,

“And I’m not one to share what’s mine. So use me to your heart’s content.”

She then lifts her hips and lowers onto my cock, letting out a moan in the process. I then grant her wish, grabbing onto her hips before lifting and lowering her on my shaft, causing her to let out louder moans. She then wraps her arms around my neck and elevates the pleasure for us both by rolling her hips with every decent.

“How’s it feel, baby?” she questions through moans, “You like how your mommy’s pussy feels around your dick? Hm? You like how she’s sliding up and down? I bet you really love how these tits are bouncing for you, huh? Yes. For you. All of this is for you. Now claim it. Claim me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me.”

I speed up my pace, thrusting into her in the process. She moans even louder as she tightens her grip and I tighten mine in response.

“Yes,” she moans out, “Just like that. Give it to me. Drive it into me. Fuck me until you fill me. You want that, don’t you? You wanna fill mommy up? You wanna give her your milk? Do it. Use me. Use me like a little fuck toy. I’ll be your toy whenever you want. I’ll take it like a good girl.”

Everything she’s saying is turning me on even more. How could anyone walk away from this? Thank God I inherited her brains. She brings her face closer to mine and whispers,

“Tell me you love me. Say it. Say you love me. Say you love this. Tell me how much you love mommy’s pussy.”

“I love you so much,” I respond, “I love fucking your little pussy. I can’t get enough of it.”

“Fuck! I love you, too, baby. Now show me. Show me how much you love me. Cum for me. Cum inside of me to show me. Do it. Give me your cum.”

After a few minutes, I feel myself getting closer and closer to fulfilling her desires. So I switch our positions so that she’s laying on the couch. I give her a passionate kiss as I thrust in and out of her as hard and as fast as I possibly can. She wraps her legs around my hips and I embrace her tighter.

Then, I moan into the kiss as I spill my seed in my mother’s insides, filling her up just as she wanted. And being the overachiever I am, I release so much, it starts leaking out onto the couch. When I finally stop, we take a moment to catch our breaths, staring into each other’s eyes. I then break the silence and say between breaths,

“So…how’s about I get started on dinner?”

She nods before saying,

“Yeah. That sounds good.”

I give her another kiss and she reciprocates, cupping my face in the process. Afterwards, she looks me in the eye and says,

“Please don’t leave me.”

I hug her tight before saying,

“That thought would never even cross my mind.”

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Swimming always gets me going. Blood pumping through these sluggish old veins after being holed up in the holiday cottage with a load of rutting couples. I love it when the water’s cold and rough. Far out there a couple of surfers are wrestling with the waves. Here the beach is deserted.

And now I’ve earned a kip. The sun’s really warm after the cold water. I whip my bathing suit off and flop down onto my towel but my heart’s still drumming, my body still buzzing. I turn on my back, stretch my legs out, point my toes to make them look longer. Hmm, still pretty good.

A breath of air tickles my slightly parted fanny. I open my legs a little more. I grope about in the sand to find my oil, but I can’t find it. My hand flops back onto my bare stomach and the touch electrifies me. I move my fingertips down to the hairless groove running along the top of my thigh and that makes me jump, too. The skin is the largest organ of the human body, and boy is it the most sensitive.

There’s another place, though. So sensitive it could make me come with a butterfly kiss. My hand wanders back up to my breast, just brushes the top, avoiding the nipples. They swell out luxuriantly. My stomach flutters.

I drop my hands. Is it possible to tease yourself? The sun rests on my eyelids while my hand drags back to my stomach. I move it in circles, frantic messages puckering up my nipples. My stomach tightens. My thighs fidget on the towel, open up wider. I fan my fingers, catching at a hardening nipple, and sidle the other hand downwards to the warm nest of hair. My fingers tangle in the wet curls, pulling strands, feeling each hair tug on the tender skin.

My middle finger extends down the crack and I half gasp, half giggle at the moist blood-heat warmth just inside the lips. That’s not just damp from the sea although I wonder what it would taste like now. I wiggle my finger, feeling the sliver of sensitive flesh. I shock it into tingling response. I moan softly, sure that the sound is only in my ears.

A shadow crosses my face and I swear, thinking a cloud is obscuring the sun. But it’s too solid for that. There’s a tall shape a couple of feet away. Surely not the others, come to spy on me from the cottage? I raise myself up on my elbow, ready to give them hell. My breast bounces against my arm. I raise one knee to get myself upright and a droplet of juice runs out of my crack and across my thigh.

It’s not my friends. It’s one of the surfers. His short wetsuit is rolled down his torso and he has his back to the sea. He can see me clearly, but I’m half blinded by the glare. I raise one hand to shield my eyes and take a good look at him. Sex on legs. Like something out of a beer advert. He’s lithe and tanned. His face is young. So young. Tiny gold prickles of barely shaved stubble speckle his brown cheeks. Hectic flushes of blood are just visible under the skin. Is he blushing?

I try to remember myself at his age. It wasn’t so long ago, for God’s sake. He’s seventeen, eighteen. Maybe nineteen. Definitely a boy and yet his body has been worked on. Hard. No ounce of puppy fat. His arms are big with muscle.
I let my eyes flutter back to his face. I open my mouth to speak, but he’s not about to make small talk. His bright blue eyes are fixed on my big breasts, hanging there in the sunshine. I must look like some kind of nude sculpture there on the towel. I suppose I could always pretend I’m one of those naturists.

But the naturists always claim there’s nothing sexual about nakedness, don’t they? What bollocks. I reckon this boy’s nakedness would be a blatant invitation to a shag-fest. His eyes are burning on me and my nipples harden as if agreeing with my assessment. They shrink into tight little arrowheads. Pointing directly at my young stranger.

The young man/boy swallows, getting the message. He scuffles his bare feet in the sand. Shit. He’s trying to get away. I want to stretch out and stop him. But no. He’s just planting them more firmly in that kind of swaggering stance young men have. Through his tight wet suit I can see his groin bulging against the black cloth. I want to rip it off here and now. I want to know what’s going on underneath.

‘Surf up today?’ I suddenly ask into the sizzling silence. I can imagine my mates up at the cottage giggling at my lousy attempt at surf-speak. ‘I thought there were two of you out there.’

He nods, and tosses his head back towards the waves. His hair is beginning to dry into bleached strands.

‘My brother’s still out there. I got a cramp.’ ‘I can see that.’

The fluttering in my stomach is back with a vengeance. No, forget fluttering. Nothing lady-like about this sensation. It’s twisting and tightening with total lust. I can’t believe I’m still sprawled here like some kind of centrefold. Usually I would have lifted the towel by now to cover myself up. I’d have made some shy, dismissive remark to send him on his way, but right now his glowing stare and his unmistakeable hard-on are just too good to waste. I’m not letting this opportunity pass. Apart from anything else, I intend to dine out on it tonight. The others will never believe me.

‘Want some lemonade?’ God, I sound like his aunt.

‘My dad says you should never accept drinks from strangers,’ he croaks with a lopsided grin, and I laugh. How sexy is that grin? How sexy is it that we’re strangers? I take the bottle from the cool bag and wave it at him.

‘I say you’re big enough to look after yourself.’ I’m still laughing. I pat the towel beside me. He steps closer. I’m making him feel safe. He leans across me, and swigs from the bottle. ‘So,’ I go on, my voice husky with laughter and desire. ‘Do you know this part of Devon?’

‘No. It’s my first time.’

Colour floods his cheeks even more as he says it, and this time I rein in my dirty chuckle. I quietly take the lemonade from him, keeping my green eyes calmly on his burning blue ones, and without wiping his spittle off the neck of the bottle I flick my tongue round the wet rim before tilting my head back to take a deep swallow. Now his eyes are on my throat as the cold liquid swishes down. This is like something out of a movie.

‘I mean, it’s the first time we’ve been down to this coast,’ he stammers. ‘Dad’s rented a place for the summer. He insisted we come here this year. Normally we go to Constantine Bay, in Cornwall. The surf’s miles better over there. So’s the surfing crowd. I mean, it’s just dead round here, isn’t it?’

‘That depends what you’re after,’ I remark lazily. The bottle is still hovering above my open mouth as if I’m about to give it head. I lick it again, turning myself on with the suggestive swipe of my tongue. Then I wrap my lips round the long cool shape and swallow a little more. His Adam’s apple jumps. I screw the top back on. On an impulse I put the bottle not back in the cool bag but between my legs, resting it up against my pussy. I can’t stifle a gasp as the cold plastic meets the sensitive, warm flesh. I lean back, letting it rest there, restraining myself from grabbing it and rubbing it up and down my hot slit like a sex toy. The urge won’t go away. But then, nor will the boy. My voice comes out in a low moan. ‘There’s plenty to entertain you if you know where to look.’

‘I’m beginning to realise that–’ Without the bottle the boy doesn’t know what to do with his hands. So he starts rolling the wetsuit back up his stomach.

‘It’s too nice out here today to cover yourself up. It may not be the Med, but this lovely weather has got to be a record for Devon. Sit down for a moment. Like you said, there’s nothing to do round here. So there’s no rush, is there?’

‘No rush,’ he echoes, and his young voice dips violently into a deep manly timbre, at odds with his adolescent face. My cunt gives a couple of uncontrollably cheeky twitches, practically nudging the bottle away as I watch him wrestle with the twin urges to come and sit near me or to stand there and remain cool.

Time to be a little less obvious. I relent and draw my legs up, so that my pussy is temporarily hidden from his confused, hungry gaze, but the movement brings the bottle harder against me, its long shape pushing between my sex lips and nudging the tiny bud of my clit. I grip it with my legs and feel the droplets of condensation mingling with my own sweat and moisture.

I’m getting breathless again, as if I was still swimming. I want to show the boy what I can do with the bottle, but it’s too soon. I hitch myself up the towel, pulling my shoulders back in an effort to look more sophisticated, but that just thrusts my breasts out so that his baby-blue eyes, which are still struggling to remain politely focused on my face, swivel back to watch the tightening of my red nipples.

‘It may be a bit quiet, but where else can you get quite so close to nature, after the city smoke? I expect that’s what your dad was after,’ I whisper, trying not to giggle out loud with delight. Something is still warning me to act very calm, sit very still so as not to alarm him. ‘That’s why I’m stretched out here, starkers. Never do that in London, do you? Hope you don’t mind me being topless like this?’

He shakes his head violently, like a little boy trying not to tell a lie, and at last, like an animal tempted in from the wild, he squats down, just by my feet. He rubs the salty strands of yellow hair off his hot face.

‘So. You here on holiday, or what?’

He’s giving in. He can’t take his eyes off my tits, even though he’s attempting to make conversation. I know my nipples are harder and darker now and impossible to ignore. Neither of us really wants to talk, do we? It’s as if he’s in a sweet shop with no pocket money. His tongue slides across his white teeth and he gulps. I keep my smile faint but encouraging.

‘It’s a mixture,’ I answer. ‘Work, and play.’ ‘So which is this bit? Work, or play?’

A soft wind comes off the sea and ruffles his hair. He swipes it impatiently out of his eyes. My own hair tickles my face, and the wind caresses my bare skin like delicate fingers.

‘Oh, that’s easy. Play,’ I whisper, not sure if he can hear. ‘This bit is definitely play.’

I tilt forwards on to my knees, the bottle still clamped there. I pause for a moment as he blinks, focusing on the big tits bouncing right there in front of him as if they were ice creams on offer. Then I pick up one of his large hands from where it’s digging frantically about in the sand. I lift it like it’s a warm animal and place it on one swollen breast. My nipple spikes against his palm. His mouth drops open. My head falls back as his fingers close harder, making it ache. I spread my knees a little to balance more comfortably in front of him, dislodging the bottle. I lean back on the towel so that my spine is arched and my breasts are pushing at him, jumping up with each heartbeat.

The dry grass rustles in the slight breeze, and far away the waves curl with a collective sigh onto the beach. Both the boy and me are panting. My tits disappear into his hesitant fingers. His blue eyes blaze with a crazy request. Christ, it’s enough to make me melt. Of course you have permission, my precious. I’m practically begging you!

My head feels heavy. The only energy is fizzing between my legs. I’m ready to let him take and thrust and pummel. I want to make him into a man. I have privacy, sunshine, a boy with the body of a god waiting for me to show him the way. And all the time in the world.

Lust is eating me up. His fingers dig into my breasts, wander across them and squeeze them, push them together, letting them fall, playing with them, staring at the rigid raspberry nipples. Then I kneel up and place my hands on his shoulders and push my tits into his eager face. I want him to nuzzle in, I want him to lick, suck, bite. Yes. I can tell he’s never seen anyone as luscious as me. A real woman. I want this to be what he’ll write home about, remember for ever. I want to smother him. He buries his face between my breasts, pressing them into his cheeks. Then he draws back. I cup one breast and offer it. I rub its taut dark nipple across his mouth. His tongue flicks out tentatively. My knees wobble and I clutch more firmly to his shoulders. My tit is angled right into his mouth.

He licks the nipple again, and his hands squeeze my breasts until they sing with delicious pain. Hands that a few minutes ago had been wrestling with a surfboard. Then his soft lips nibble up the little nub of the nipple, the tongue laps round it. He draws the burning bud into his mouth, pulling hard on it, and begins to suck. I cradle his bleached blond head, the salt water dried in granules and flecked white across his cheek bones. I could stay like this forever. His sucking makes my whole body ripple with desire.

I look away over his head, across the dunes and over the ocean, distancing myself, seeing us like a movie or a photograph, but his mouth, his teeth, keep pulling at the aching nipple and pulling me back. Electrical currents streak from my nipples to my empty, waiting cunt.

He has the other breast up by his face now. He’s turning from one to the other, lapping and sucking, snuffling through his nose to breathe, groaning, biting and kneading harder and harder as if he owns my breasts. It’s never enough to suck just one. They both have to be stimulated, and, boy, is he getting the hang of it. God, it’s going to be earth-shattering when I get him inside me.

He’s rougher, more ferocious, already more confident. I grind against him, daring him, searching for more pain to communicate more pleasure. I plant my knees on either side of his so that I’m straddling him, and still have his head crushed between my tits. I push him backwards so that, still sucking on my nipples, he’s lowered onto the sand. Now I’m on top of him, my tits dangling down like heavy fruit dented by his brown fingers. I tilt my pussy towards his groin and rub against his wet suit. The rough material is glorious, grating on my skin.

And I can feel the length of his dick. Still pushing my tits in his face, don’t ever want him to stop, I grab at the wet suit and start to roll it off him like a second skin. He raises his hips obligingly. So sweet. He does that so eagerly and readily. Does he realise how big his fucking gorgeous erection is? I yank everything down and his cock thumps free, juddering out from the rough tangle of blond curls, pulsating golden brown like the rest of him. God, it’s a work of art. Its surface is smooth like velvet, the mauve plum emerging from the soft foreskin which wrinkles back to show itself all gleaming. This gorgeous cock thumps into my hand. Now it’s my turn to fold my fingers round something, and as I do it he bites my nipple so hard that I scream out with delight. I lean over him.

‘Just take a little break. Try something new,’ I whisper, both to myself and to him. I start to wriggle back down his body so that his head follows for a moment, still attached to my nipples. Then he falls back as I slither down towards his groin and he can only grab at my wet hair. I reach his dick, standing up like a beacon. The tip is already beading in anticipation. A fresh stick of rock.

I open my mouth and draw his cock into it, using my teeth as well as my tongue, draw it all in until the boy’s knob knocks at the back of my throat.

He makes a sound, exquisitely shocked. His buttocks clench as I suck on him, nibbling down to the base of his shaft and licking and sucking the sweet length of it. He starts to buck about, groaning in amazement. I wonder if any of his pert little girlfriends give head like this. I doubt it. After all, I didn’t have much of a clue at this age. I want him to think he’s died and gone to heaven. Any minute now I’m going to heaven, too.

As I suck, I rub my tits and pussy up and down his legs. He pulls at my hair. I have to slow myself down, because we’ll both come too soon. I don’t want to waste this golden moment by coming all over his shinbone. My pussy is clenching frantically now. I’m leaving slicks of juice all over him.

I give his dick one last, long suck, pulling it towards my throat and nipping it with my teeth, then I let it slide along my tongue, out through my nipping teeth. Greedily I clamber back on top of him as he struggles up, seeking out my tits. I press him down on his back, tilting myself over him. We’ve moved some way from the towel now.

‘See how beautiful it is,’ I croon at him, showing him the length of his shaft encircled by my fingers. ‘See how well it’s going to fit.’

I smile as I raise myself on my knees and aim the tip of his cock towards the warm hole hidden in my soft bush. I let it rest there, at the opening, just like I did with the lemonade bottle, just nudging it past my wet sex lips. I wait. I smile again, lowering myself a little more, gasping as each inch goes in. I reach under him to cup his balls in one hand and he groans again.

This tension is ecstasy, but I can’t hold on to it for much longer, and slowly, luxuriously, I let the boy’s knob slide up inside, all the way to the hilt. It’s so tempting to ram it, let our hips start jerking, but once it’s right in I force myself to pull away again. He frowns, perhaps thinking I’m rejecting him, but I just ease myself down again, moaning and tossing my head back, and the next time I do that he’s with me, learning fast, pulling his own hips back, waiting when I wait.

I sigh out with the joy of being fucked by something so big and hard after months of sitting on the sidelines. As I bend over to let my tits swing across his mouth again, his eyes flip sideways and his face freezes. His hands jam onto my hips and hold me still. I don’t move. I don’t want to. But I see another shadow falling across his face.

‘Oh, piss off, guys!’ I shout, without looking round. ‘Go back to your poker game!’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it! This looks like a hell of a lot more fun than poker!’

A male voice, very similar to my boy’s, speaks from somewhere above and behind us. I go hot and cold. I try to read the boy’s expression. Then there’s the unzipping sound of another wet suit, and the boy’s eyes widen. First he shakes his head furiously, and then a filthy grin spreads across his face. Not a grin I’ve seen before. He looks at me in a different way. Kind of domineering. I’m thrown off balance. Already he’s learning. Glancing at the newcomer, the boy knocks my breasts from side to side.

‘My older brother,’ he croaks. ‘Back from the surf.’

He pulls me forwards, jamming my tits into his mouth again, and now my backside is up in the air. I want to protest but I can’t move. My butt is all exposed, bouncing in front of his brother, but so gorgeous is the feel of my boy’s almost aggressive mouth sucking on my sore nipples that I can’t stop him. As first one nipple then the other grinds into his mouth I automatically start up the rhythm again. I’m acutely aware of my new audience. It’s unutterably sexy to be watched.

I slide up and down his cock, showing off now. My muscles tighten each time to grab hold and keep him inside, and his cock is hardening even more with each thrust.

I’m just poised to ram down onto him harder than ever when my butt cheeks are pulled apart and another male body presses up against my back.

‘Can’t let you have all the fun, bruv,’ says the voice. ‘Reckon I want a go.’

‘You’ve got some catching up to do, mate. Bloody well wait your turn.’

The first boy pulls me harder down on top of him, ramming me right up inside.

‘You don’t mind me watching, do you?’ his brother murmurs in my ear, still fondling my buttocks.

‘No,’ I puff, barely able to speak. ‘Don’t mind.’

There’s something else going on here, too. I can recognize sibling rivalry when I see it, or rather sense it. It’s not that different from the ‘friendly’ rivalry between me and my mates up at the cottage. Our parlour games are never going to be the same after this.

I’m dizzy now, knowing I’m being watched. Who knows? Maybe the crowd up at the cottage will be down any minute, join the audience. See me in a whole new light. I gyrate as if dancing on the boy’s pole, flinging myself wildly about. The urge for satisfaction and the loss of control starts to overwhelm me.

The invisible brother is right behind me, touching me everywhere. I fall onto the rigid cock inside me and the orgasm is gathering. My moans are snatched into the sea air as I rock frantically. My boy can’t hold back and it’s spurting out of him and I’m bucking in my own orgasm.

‘Can’t let you corrupt my little brother and get away with it,’ the older brother says, pulling us apart. ‘Reckon you need teaching, too.’

He parts my legs, gets his own cock out. I try not to smile too greedily as we all lie on the sand while the tide encroaches up the beach and the seagulls wonder what the fuck these tourists are up to.

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Oddly enough, defrocking a priest never really appealed to me. I always imagined them as anally retentive, grey old men, terrified of the opposite sex, so hiding behind celibacy. Or gay and hiding behind celibacy. Or just hiding behind celibacy because they hadn’t had any decent offers. Not even Richard Chamberlain in The Thorn Birds tempted me. Scrub that. Especially not Richard Chamberlain in The Thorn Birds tempted me. I must admit to quite liking the younger Gene Hackman as the tortured ex-priest in The Poseidon Adventure. Now me, him, upside down in a ship, with only a tub of Muller Fruit Corner to keep us occupied I could imagine.

Anyway, I digress. Not too much as it turns out. It all began with Ben. Gorgeous, virile, can go at it all night, Ben Brannigan. Or rather he would go at it all night when we finally got the chance. His family were religious, you see, and he believed in saving himself for marriage. Trouble is, he somehow got the impression that I was too. No, I didn’t lie. Not really. I just mumbled something when he asked if I was still a virgin and he took it for demure embarrassment.

I got my chance to try his wares when his family invited us for the weekend. We were to go to his uncle’s house in the country.

‘What does your uncle do?’ I asked Ben, as we drove to Oxfordshire. ‘He’s in the Church.’ My heart sank. No way would we be allowed to share a bedroom in a priest’s house. ‘I hope we get a chance to be alone, darling,’ I said, stroking Ben’s thigh. He nearly crashed when I squeezed his crotch.

‘Charity! Stop that. Do you want us both to go to hell?’ ‘No, but a nice little hotel in Woodstock would be lovely.’

‘I see what you’re doing. You’re testing me to see if I can keep my hands off you. Stop it, you little minx.’

God, I wanted him there and then, but something about his expression told me that he wasn’t very pleased with me. I sulked for the rest of the journey.

We arrived just before dinner. The house was wonderful.

The sort of Georgian pile I’d always dreamed of living in. ‘Charity, this is my mother, my father, and this is my uncle Jack. Everyone, this is Charity.’ I could tell from his mother’s shocked glance at me in my short skirt that things were not going to go according to plan.

Uncle Jack, who stood in front of the mantelpiece of his magnificent drawing room, wasn’t what I was expecting. For a start he was dressed in black chinos and a black turtle- neck sweater. He was also quite young. Not our age (Ben and I were both twenty-eight) but not much older than forty. He also eyed my mini-skirt but I couldn’t work out what he was thinking. He had one of those inscrutable faces. The type men have when they’re hanging from a big tap thingy in an upturned ship, willing to sacrifice themselves so that c- list actors can go on to star in soap operas. For some reason my panties felt a bit moist.

Ben’s friend, Vince, arrived just before dinner. They’d been at university together. He was a beautiful young man and I would have introduced him to one of my friends had he not been so moody. He didn’t seem to like me at all, only giving me a cursory nod.

Dinner was excruciating and I didn’t help. I blurted out ‘So, Uncle Jack, do you think Jesus and Mary Magdalene really got it on?’ He smiled and I almost melted. Ben glared at me and his mother looked like she was going to faint. His dad merely squeezed my knee under the table. Or he might have been trying to pat the dog. He was so drunk on Uncle Jack’s vintage wine, I wasn’t entirely sure.

‘So you’ve read The Da Vinci Code, Charity?’ asked Uncle Jack. His expression suggested he knew I only ever read Heat magazine.

‘Er…no, but everyone knows what it’s about. It’s like one of those cultural thingies…icons…that transcends boundaries. Like everyone knows that The Poseidon Adventure is about an upside down ship.’ I don’t know why I kept coming back to that!

‘Is it really, Charity?’ asked Uncle Jack.

‘Yes. For goodness’ sake, don’t you know? Gene Hackman…the tortured priest…that girl from Dynasty who fancied him…the one before Emma Samms…not that Emma Samms fancied Hackman…well she might have. I don’t really know her. I mean the one who played Fallon before Emma…’ My voice faded to nothing when I realised he was taking the piss and also changing the subject.

‘Oh I did like Dynasty,’ Mrs Brannigan said. ‘All those shoulder pads.’

‘Yes, me too, well the re-runs on digital telly,’ I nodded eagerly. Our eyes met and we smiled. For the rest of dinner, Ben’s mother and I chatted about our favourite Alexis Colby schemes. By dessert we were the best of friends.

‘I need to speak to you about something, Ben,’ said Vince. They went to the library. Uncle Jack and Mr Brannigan disappeared, and Mrs Brannigan went to powder her nose. I was left alone, the pleasure of chatting to Mrs Brannigan fading as I realised I’d been abandoned.

I wandered around the drawing room, imagining myself as some Jane Austen heroine, ‘taking a turn’. When that got boring, I slipped out into the hallway and went in search of the library, sure that Ben and Vince would be finished. As I grew nearer I could hear raised voices. One raised voice actually. Uncle Jack’s.

‘You can’t possibly marry that girl, Ben! It’s time to face up to facts. She won’t make you happy.’

Feeling like I’d been slapped, I ran out into the garden. How dare he decide what was best for Ben? The sanctimonious git! I sat outside for half an hour, not wanting to return to the house.

‘Charity?’ It was Mrs Brannigan. She found me sitting in an arbour at the bottom of the garden, looking back up towards the house. It really was beautiful. ‘Are you alright, dear?’

‘Yes, I’m fine, thanks. I think I’d like to go to bed now if that’s okay with you. It’s been a long day.’

‘Of course, I’ll show you to your room.’ She took my arm, seeming to realise I was upset. ‘I’m sorry we all left you to your own devices. Ben and his uncle had things to discuss.’

‘Yes, I know,’ I said tightly.

‘You were a bit of a surprise to us, actually.’ ‘I can imagine.’

‘But you’re a nice girl, I can tell.’ I didn’t know about that, but didn’t want to disillusion her. We carried on into the house and up the stairs.

‘Thank you, you’re very kind.’ And she was. So much so that I felt like crying. ‘Erm, Mrs Brannigan. Which is Ben’s bedroom? Just out of interest.’

She pointed to the door next to mine, smiling, but quite sadly.

‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything,’ I said. ‘I respect your house rules.’

‘Actually, Charity, it was Ben’s idea for you to have separate rooms. We’re not that stuffy, honestly.’

She left me at my door and went off to find her husband, whom we could hear singing sea shanties in the kitchen. I liked them. And what she’d said was true. They weren’t nearly as stuffy as I thought when I first arrived. But Uncle Jack. He was another matter.

Drastic action was called for. I had to convince Ben that he and I were meant for each other, but to be honest, as I took the pair of fluffy handcuffs out of my suitcase, I was beginning to wonder. He’d practically ignored me all night, huddled away with Vince. His uncle had swayed him far too easily for my liking. I decided I’d just show him what he’d be missing, then dump him.

I waited till I heard everyone come to bed, then I went downstairs to the kitchen and found a Muller Fruit Corner in the fridge. Cherry. My favourite. I crept back upstairs – yoghurt and handcuffs all ready – and went into Ben’s room.

He was lying with his back to the door, but he’d kicked off his blankets, wearing just a pair of boxers. The body I’d been longing to see and touch was mine for the taking. I slipped out of my clothes and tiptoed to the bed. Taking one of his hands, I clipped a handcuff around his wrist. He didn’t even wake up, so I rolled him gently onto his back and, throwing the yoghurt onto the bedside table, set about attaching the other cuff to the bedpost. My bare breast brushed his mouth as I stretched over him, sending a spasm of pleasure through my body. I heard him mumble ‘Oh, dear God.’

I closed my eyes, then found his mouth, thrusting my tongue between his lips. He kissed me back, bringing his own tongue up to meet mine. I trailed kisses down his chest, gently biting into one of his nipples, then downwards, to where his erection burst out of his boxers. I slid them down and took him in my mouth, completely forgetting I’d brought the yoghurt. I preferred natural, lapping up the salt taste. He groaned again, pushing my head against his cock with his free hand. My own centre throbbed and it was all I could do not to thrust straight down onto him. I wanted him – and me – to savour the moment.

I stopped and whispered, ‘You’re in my power. You have to do whatever I say.’

‘Yes,’ he replied, his voice husky. ‘Yes. Whatever you say.’ Moving back up the bed, I sat with my knees either side of his face, the bristles on his cheek tingling my inner thigh.

‘Lick me.’ His tongue darted upwards, finding my clit, swirling, probing. His hand, straining from the handcuff grasped my breast, pinching my nipples between his fingers, while his tongue drove me to madness. It was all I could do not to scream out as my groin pulsated to an early orgasm. He lapped that up hungrily, his tongue pressing against my throbbing clit, prolonging the pleasure beyond all reasonable bounds.

I needed to kiss him, to taste myself on his mouth. ‘Tell me you want me,’ I demanded, my lips pressed against his.

‘I want you.’

I slid my body down his torso, leaving a damp trail on his chest and belly, and eased myself down onto his prick. We rocked together, slowly at first, building the intensity until our bodies crashed together. I cried out as he filled me to completion, bucking against his thrusting hips. I came again, but he didn’t.

‘Come on,’ I said. ‘Give it to me.’ He was holding back, I could tell. I fucked him harder, forcing him to submission, finally feeling him explode into me.

That was when I opened my eyes, because I wanted to see the pleasure on his face. He was barely visible by the light from the moon, shining through the window, but it most certainly wasn’t Ben.

‘Jack!’ I jumped off him as though I’d been stung. He groaned, more in pain than ecstasy, clearly not expecting sudden movement. I couldn’t bring myself to call him Uncle Jack. Not then. ‘Oh my God! Why didn’t you say anything? You…you rapist!’

‘Excuse me, Charity, but you’re the one who came into my bedroom and handcuffed me to the bed, then gave me a blow job. At least that’s how the police would see it.’ There was amusement in his voice, alongside the happy exhaustion of his orgasm.

‘You can’t go the police. Oh God, I’m in such trouble.’ I threw on my nightie. ‘But you’re not Ben and you let me think you were.’ I remembered my earlier anger. ‘Oh I get it. I’m all right for a quick shag for you, to ease your celibacy for a while, but not good enough for your nephew. The Pope will probably send a hit squad to kill me for defrocking one of their priests. I’d better go quickly. Tonight.’

‘Do you think you could undo the handcuffs first?’ I blushed. I was also off my guard, because I didn’t see what was coming next. As soon as I’d detached the cuffs from the bedpost he snatched the key from my hand and clipped one cuff around my wrist, leaving us bound together.

‘What are you doing? Let me go or I’ll scream.’ It was an empty threat. I’d have been too embarrassed for anyone to find us.

‘Let’s talk,’ he said. I must admit to being disappointed. I thought he was going to pin me to the bed and ravish me. I’d have said no, of course. Except the memory of his probing tongue wouldn’t go away, so maybe I wouldn’t have. He pulled the blankets up over us. He lay on his side, I sat up until I realised that was too uncomfortable, with the handcuffs. So I reluctantly lay next to him.

‘About what?’ ‘About you and Ben.’

‘Yes, I know. You don’t think I’m good enough. I heard you.’

‘No, I said you weren’t right for him.’

‘It’s the same thing. And now, well, you probably think I’m even more of a slut.’

‘What I think about you is not up for discussion at the moment. Though I do believe that you’re a good girl who only tries very hard to be bad. You want marriage, kids, the whole kit and caboodle.’ I hated him for understanding me so well. Hated him, but desperately wanted him to kiss me again. ‘But Ben is never going to give that to you.’

‘No, because you won’t let him.’

‘I have my reasons. Actually, now I have different reasons, but we’ll discuss those later. Ben is gay, Charity. He and Vince are in love.’ I was going to argue with him, but what he said made sense in too many ways.

‘So now what are we going to do?’ I asked.

‘Me? I’m going to open that yoghurt, smear it all over your body then lick it off.’

‘Well if you insist,’ I said.

The following morning we watched Ben and Vince ride off into the sunset together. Well, it was raining and they were in Ben’s car, but you get the idea. Ben’s parents had left some time earlier, so it was just Jack and me.

‘What about us?’ I asked. He stood behind me, with his arms around my waist, making me feel very safe and protected. ‘You’ll be unfrocked and the Pope will send out a hit squad for me.’

‘The word is defrocked. The Pope doesn’t care what I do.’ I felt his mouth on my neck. ‘I’m Church of England. Now, let’s go and see if we can find any more yoghurt in the fridge.’

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I was beginning to see why no one else wanted to travel with Brett. It seemed he was not so great at planning things.

“It was supposed to be two queens,” Brett told me.

The two of us stood with our hands on our hips, glancing around at the lush hotel room. It was more spacious and accommodating than any other room I’d ever stayed in. The room smelled great, like fresh open air, which was a huge plus for a busy hotel like this. The flat screen was enormous. The mini fridge was hidden in a luxurious dresser door and was actually a decent size. A plush love seat was positioned against one wall. The sliding doors led to a balcony that overlooked a sprawling lake and rolling green countryside. It wasn’t a master suite, but it was nicer than any hotel I’d ever stayed at in my short life.

There was only a single king sized bed.

Brett shook his head, tossing up a single hand in mild frustration.

“Website said two queens, clearly,” he told me calmly. “I filtered the rooms for specifically that. I know I did.”

I glanced at him. “You… you don’t think they’d pay for another room, would they? Like, separate rooms?”

Brett shook his bald head. “Yeah, believe me, I tried that one, too. Used to be that way, but since we’ve got this new financial controller, Regina? She does everything by the books. Doesn’t let anything slide.”

I nodded. I had no idea what the next step was. We were three hundred miles from home, and it didn’t seem like we had many options. I waited for Brett to come through with an answer. He always seemed to know how to fix things.

I wondered if he was intentionally waiting for me to do that. This wasn’t some weird test, was it?

I motioned toward the balcony.

“It’s got a nice view, at least?” I said.

Brett seemed to be thinking. His face grew flat and his square jaw moved as if he were grinding his teeth. Finally, he rubbed his smooth head and stepped away from his luggage.

“Think I’m gonna have to try to talk to the front desk,” Brett said. “Maybe see if they can fix us up with the room we should have gotten. Hell, maybe I made a mistake.”

I remembered the flooded lobby downstairs. Glancing around the room, I tried to think of a way to make things go more smoothly for Brett. It’s what I was here for after all.

“It’s just for three days,” I said. “If nothing else, I have no problem crashing on that love seat over there.”

Brett gave me a polite smile.

“Look I know you’re trying to do a good job as an associate, Will,” Brett told me, “but that doesn’t mean you need to slum it on the couch. If word gets back that I had you in a room with nowhere to sleep, it’ll just make things worse. Can’t let them think I was abusing our rookie, can I?”

I stared at the bed. It was a king. Things needed to go well for the both of us. I knew a call back to the office wasn’t what Brett needed. It wasn’t likely for us to find another room at the height of the summer in one of the most popular hotels near the water.

“Well, we’re grownups aren’t we?” I offered. “Bed looks big enough. Don’t see any harm in sharing if you don’t hog the covers. Besides, it’s just a few nights, right? I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”

Brett looked at me. At first I thought he might give me a little speech about me trying to overachieve or being too accommodating. Instead he turned a glance on the bed.

“Saves us one headache at least,” Brett said.

Brett looked at me and gave me one of his perfect white smiles. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“See?” He said, “You’ll do fine with this sales thing. Just help me push the drones like that tomorrow and we’ll be in great shape.”

I grinned but looked away. The larger guy removed his hand and moved to his luggage, unzipping the travel bag.

It was already late in the day. I was pretty worn out from the drive. I was the acting chauffeur after all. The two of us settled in and unpacked our luggage. I spent a lot of the time texting my wife and letting her know that we’d made it to the hotel. It felt odd being away from her like this, especially knowing that I was on a trip with someone from work.

“Think I’m going to freshen up and pay a visit to the bar downstairs,” Brett told me as he grabbed a few items from his bag. “I think they sell food if you didn’t get enough to eat earlier. Wanna join?”

I shook my head and grinned politely.

“Nah,” I said. “I think I’m just gonna take it easy.”

Brett turned to face me. I saw his signature grin creep across his clean shaven face.

“You sure?” He said. “Prism Tech may not be buying the drinks but I sure will. I know a recipe I think you’ll love. You’re a rum guy right? Hell if the bartender can’t make it I’ll do it.”

I tried to hide my sigh behind my smile. Brett sure knew how to go on the attack, no matter the scenario. I wasn’t sure he knew how to turn it off.

“N-no, thanks,” I told him, standing firm. “I think I’m gonna call home and finish getting settled. I’m beat.”

Brett nodded. “Suit yourself, Will. Tomorrow night will be better. We’ll have to celebrate running out of business cards and pamphlets.”

I snickered, tucking away a few pairs of socks in an empty drawer. Brett gathered a few articles of clothing, then pulled his collared polo over his head.

I pretended not to notice. I saw him out of my periphery. In that moment I felt awkward, though I tried my best not to show it. Brett removed his shirt first, then tugged his trousers down his legs as though it were any other time and date. He was so carefree about it. We couldn’t have been standing just a few feet apart at the dresser.

I couldn’t help but sneak a few peeks at him. He was right there. Brett had always looked in great shape to me, but I had no idea. In an instant I felt inadequate. Brett’s body was pale, and it seemed he was hairless everywhere. He had the sort of figure I’d only seen in movies. It was so odd to be standing so closely to a guy I worked with, someone that I barely knew in any other setting.

Brett fetched what looked like a hygiene bag and turned toward the open bathroom door. He wore only boxers, and I caught myself staring at the hard curves that lined his back. He didn’t shut the bathroom door behind him.

I took the opportunity to find a pair of shorts and a tshirt I’d packed. I quickly changed into them, watching the open bathroom door as I did. The rest of my clothes I decided to hang up in the little closet across from the bathroom. I made sure not to look into the bathroom when I passed. I could hear the shower water running, and the sounds of water splashing as Brett washed himself. I thought of closing the door, but I didn’t want to send any rude impressions. I shrugged it off instead.

When I looked out at the sky through the balcony, I could see that the sun was finally setting. I decided it was a good time to sit outside with my feet up. I arranged a few more things from my luggage, then pulled my laptop from its case and began booting it up. I replied to a few more encouraging messages from my wife. I made a mental note to call her after Brett went downstairs to the bar.

I distantly heard the shower water stop, but busily tapped my fingers on the screen of my phone. When my laptop came to life, I made sure to check that it was still charged. I had a feeling it would be my new friend after a day full of seminars and meet and greets.

I glanced up when Brett reentered the room.

I froze.

Brett did not even look at me. He made his way directly to the dresser. He acted as though nothing were amiss.

Brett was completely naked.

He wore no towel, nor did he make any attempt to hide himself. Droplets of water still glistened from the hard peaks of his shoulders. I saw the way his midsection rippled as he walked. I lifted my phone a bit higher in my hands, tucking it closely to my chest and pretending to text. My eyes still darted up to peer through my eyebrows.

Brett’s dick bounced and wobbled with his every step.

I wasn’t like that. It was just so hard not to stare. The guy was in great shape. He didn’t seem to have a hair on his body. Brett’s upper body seemed to narrow right into his hips. His thighs looked like some kind of hard armor.

The thing that sent heat spreading across my skin was the dangling dick between his legs. There was no hair there either, no hiding the flaccid limb from my eyes. Once again, I felt inferior. His pale skin was reddened by the hot shower water he’d just stepped out of, and the thick drooping dick was flushed with color.

Brett seemed unfazed by his nudity and my apparent proximity. I remained still, praying that I didn’t draw his attention. It was offensive that he’d just strut out of the bathroom the way he had. He was still my boss, and I still had to spend several days with him. I acted oblivious, pecking through my phone. The flaccid thing practically flopped up as he tugged the waistband around his hips. I thought I could even hear it smack Brett’s body when it was tucked into his briefs.

I found other things to focus on as Brett got dressed. He chose a simple collared shirt, much like the one he’d taken off, and a pair of white shorts. I fiddled with my laptop, connecting it to the hotel wifi. I swiped through my phone. Not once did I dare allow my eyes to lift toward Brett. At least, not when he could notice.

“Sure you don’t want to hang out downstairs, Carl?” He offered. “It doesn’t all have to be business.”

I shook my head and offered him a grin.

“Nah, you go ahead,” I told him.

“Well, have it your way,” Brett told me. “Just don’t lock me out, you hear?”

I maintained the grin, hoping that the heat wasn’t still showing through my skin. Brett let the hotel room door shut loudly behind him and I was left in the silence of the room.

For much of the evening, I lounged on one of the chairs on the balcony. I’d called my wife, and we’d chatted for a good while. It helped ease my mind about the trip and took me away for a bit. It also made me miss home already. I was only a few hours away, but it was so strange to be staying somewhere new with someone I only knew from work.

After the call home, I browsed on my laptop, doom scrolling through and endless chain of links and online curiosities. The sun was setting far off beyond the lake, bleeding its incredible colors into the waters below. I was able to watch the sun sink behind the horizon as a chorus of nightlife erupted all around. I found a few videos to watch in the darkness of the balcony. I even thought of finding the book I’d been reading in my travel bag.

No matter what I did, my brain kept playing the images of Brett back on a loop behind my eyes.

It had been so odd. Maybe Brett was one of the guys that spent his youth in locker rooms around other guys. He certainly went to the gym a lot, that much was evident. Still, there had to be some kind of common boundaries, right? It made me feel more nervous about the trip. The sensation kept gnawing at my insides. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out to travel and meet new people.

His cock kept appearing in my mind.

I couldn’t help it. His body was enough. I’d only thought of women to have curves. The lines carved in his chest and his midsection were impossible. Even thinking of them, it weirded me out realizing that I knew exactly how they’d feel if I touched them. But that thing… he was limp, and it looked like that. It hung with weight I couldn’t fathom. The textures and lines were all like his own signature fingerprint. Mine looked nothing like that, especially not when it was limp.

I tried to rub my eyes and erase the flashes of memories but they were burned into my mind by the heat of embarrassment. Brett acted like it was nothing. The more I allowed myself to even think about him, the more my mind slid down a disgusting slope of wonder. How would it look… if it were….

I closed my laptop. I was weary, and it had to be getting to me. I stretched to my full height and gave the twilight glow of the lake a final look before turning and heading into the room. I could use the sleep. The late sunsets made it feel much earlier than it was, and the morning would feel much earlier the longer I fought sleep.

I plugged my laptop back in and set it on the desk next to the dresser. Pulling back the huge covers on the bed, I pressed my hands into the mattress. I sighed with relief when I felt the soft material give beneath my fingers. At least I’d have no trouble sleeping away from my own bed.

I pulled off my shorts and set them aside with my luggage, then turned to climb into the bed before I stopped.

I’d be sharing this bed. Briefly, I considered what I was wearing. The tshirt and loose boxer shorts were what I wore at home. Brett would be right beside me. Shaking my head, I ignored the thoughts. I had to grow up. What was I going to do, wear pants to sleep?

I fell into the freshly cleaned sheets and pulled the covers up to my chest. I made sure to scoot to one side of the bed to allow room for Brett. Reaching for the light on the wall above the nightstand, I clicked it off and sank into the darkness of the room. The nervous feeling began to sink deeper and seep from my pores. The following day would be nerve racking, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

It would all have to wait until morning.

I didn’t wake when Brett climbed into bed. I never knew that he did. For several moments, I blinked my eyes in confusion, unsure if they were even open. The room was impossibly dark. I heard a rustle of the thick covers beside me. I let my mind piece together the cause, that it must have been Brett coming to bed.

I was flat on my back, but my head was tilted to one side toward the edge of the bed. I could see the dull red glow of a digital clock on the nightstand beside me. It was just after midnight. It must have been Brett returning to the room. Part of me could sense his body beside me. There was a fullness to the covers that hadn’t existed when I’d laid down. I thought I could feel the heat of his body. I could definitely hear him breathing.

I shifted my leg, bending it at the knee and lifting my heel toward my body beneath the covers. It was more comfortable, but my groggy logic told me it was a good way to check that Brett hadn’t rolled too closely to me. That would be a little weird. I felt nothing but space along the mattress. I closed my eyes and began drifting back into the comfort of nothingness, letting the moments fade away.

Something touched my leg.

At first I thought it might have been the covers settling onto my knee. The warmth that met my skin was not from the covers. My eyes fluttered open. I lay still, trying to figure out what was happening.

Fingers.

When they moved I could tell. Fingertips grazed my skin so gently that I could hardly tell if they were real. The hand seemed to glide with such careful precision. The skimming touches sent little static pulses through my body. Chills raced up my back, even buried in the warmth of the bed as I was.

Soon I felt the thumb. Then the wide palm. The hand eased its way onto my thigh like a snake sliding into water.

Brett’s hand was on my leg.

I should have jumped. I should have flung the covers into the dark and shot out of the bed. The man was in bed with me, but was violating my space, my leg! I was shocked. I wanted to react but I was just so blown away by the fact that it was actually happening that I lay there petrified.

For the longest time, the hand didn’t move. It simply rested on my open thigh. The warmth of Brett’s palm melded with the heat of my own skin. Still I didn’t move. I gave no signs that I was awake. Was Brett even aware of what he was doing? I listened to his steady breath, and I could hear the rise and fall of his chest. It was rhythmic, as though he were sleeping.

God, he was probably one of those people that did things in their sleep they were unaware of. His hand was on my inner thigh now, uncomfortably just inches from my boxer shorts. I thought of just turning over on my side. Would that draw him closer? To other parts of my body? I shuddered to think of him scooting closer to my backside in his sleep.

The hand crept forward.

I made no move. Still I heard Brett breathing. His longest fingers had inched forward though, I knew it. I had to do something. Roll over, or get up to go to the bathroom. I needed to reset this, whether Brett knew what he was doing or not.

Did he? Did he know?

The thoughts whirled in my brain. The implications should have sent me reeling from the bed, and yet I remained still. I was searching so hard for some logical explanation to this. He had to be sleeping, right? He was so used to sleeping in a bed with his wife, like me. Brett was probably somewhere in between sleep and the waking world, buzzed from one too many drinks at the bar downstairs. How awkward would it be if I lurched out of bed and made a scene of things on our first night? I still had to stay here with this guy for several more days.

Brett’s hand slid forward again. I felt his fingers give my thigh a gentle squeeze.

Afterward the hand froze. I was still frozen. This had to be intentional… but why? Was he really groping me? The idea of confronting him on something so vile was frightening.

Two fingers made their way past the end of my boxers.

Brett’s hand was so close to my crotch it made me shudder. I should have been disturbed. It felt creepy but… I still wasn’t pushing him away or freaking out. I just laid there waiting. Clearly his hand was sliding closer to my underwear. His big palm was now resting on my upper thigh. His fingers were so close.

He was awake. He had to be. Brett knew what he was doing. The realization was actually… thrilling. No human being had ever approached me in such a perverse way, let alone a guy. Yet the fingers slid closer. I felt the skin of my balls begin to writhe just from the proximity and the anticipation. Some tiny reverberation of energy shot through my shriveled dick. Brett was touching me. He was trying to do so without me knowing. A huge part of me wanted to bat him away like any sane person.

A deeper part of me wanted to wait.

This wasn’t my wife’s tiny hand. These weren’t the soft slender fingers of a woman. It was so much more forbidden. A man had his hand on me. I could feel the weight of his arm. The soft hair on his hardened leather wrist was something I’d never felt in such a private, tender area as my inner thigh. My mind coiled into itself. I wondered how much of this I’d allow.

The hard fingertips dipped toward the tender flesh where my leg met my crotch. My lips opened. I sucked in a breath before I could stop myself. I didn’t dare move. It wasn’t easy. My body felt like a white flash of lightning zapped straight through me. I was ready to bolt from the bed or flip over in protest.

Brett’s hand was still. The heavy tips of his fingers nestled into the fleshy crevice beside my crotch. His knuckles were inside my boxers now. A man’s hand was in my underwear. I wasn’t stopping him. The darkness began playing tricks on me. What if it was a dream? What if I had made too much of a mental fuss before climbing into bed that I was spinning up some strange dream where Brett was attempting to fondle me?

The darkness kept playing its games. I stared into the nothingness beside the bed, but my eyes started to see shapes take form. Brett had walked into the room naked. I could still see the swollen curves in his pale upper body. There was no way to keep myself from remembering the way his long limp dick had just dangled between his legs.

Was he that way now? Was Brett naked under the covers?

Each thought grew nastier than the last. Each one fanned heat through my veins, quickening my pulse until it beat its deafening rhythm against my eardrums.

Brett’s hand moved slightly. His fingertips grazed a fold of flesh near my testicles.

I kept thinking he wouldn’t do more. Surely he would back out, right? He had to fear waking me up! I could have stopped him. I needed to do something. I thought of the way he’d just walked into the room after his shower. He knew I’d looked. He knew I stared at his dick.

Brett slid his fingers further. They masterfully encased my balls as though he were holding a delicate flower. His thumb folded in. I tried not to react when it brushed the wrinkled skin of my dick. The man moved carefully, feeling his way over my flesh as though any of it might burst like a water balloon. Before long, my shriveled cock was resting gently in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

I did nothing.

I wasn’t even sure why. It was such a filthy act. He was technically my boss… he was a fucking guy! Yet I lay silently and maintained the facade that I was still sleeping, even with his hand in my boxers and my cock and balls in his fingers. Brett was still breathing steadily. I felt his eyes peering through the dark at my face. I imagined his unblinking gaze while he stalked me like a predator, waiting for me to show the tiniest signs of life.

I wondered how much further he would go.

Could I just lay here? See what he did to me? Why did I want to? It already felt so odd to have such a big hand encircling my dick. Wouldn’t a normal person have awoken by now? Didn’t he know that?

I repressed every reaction I had when his hand began to tighten through my flesh. I could feel energy rippling right through his big arm. It was unspent though, his palm and fingers all taking care to barely squeeze at the crotch he held. Half of my brain screamed at me to jump out of bed. The other half wanted to reach down and feel the massive knuckles through my boxers.

Brett tugged so gently at my dick. My eyelids fluttered in the dark. His thumb slid up the back of my cock and over the soft rim around the head. I realized my flaccid dick had swollen in his hand a bit. Of course it was. I was cloaked in heat. Another guy was fondling me. My heart was beating erratically. How was I to stop the blood flow? I felt my dick pulse one time in Brett’s loose grip. There was no way he didn’t feel that. In vain I wondered if a sleeping person could be given an erection.

I didn’t want to stop him. A sick little part of me wanted him to keep going. Would he… try to get me hard? What then? Was I going to get hard?

Brett gave my dick another little stroke. I tried to act dead to the world. He gave me another. Jesus, was he trying to “wake me up”? My dick was growing more. I wasn’t erect, but I could feel how bloated my shaft was in the sweaty palm of my boss. Brett slid his hand down my shaft. I felt his fingers sweep over the sensitive flesh of my sack. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

The whole situation was wrong. As I pretended to be asleep, I was able to be honest with myself inside my own head. As vile as it was, I knew I liked it. I could only imagine what Brett was thinking in that moment. My thoughts grew darker. I hoped he was naked. That would make it more perverse. Was Brett… was he hard? Was this getting him off?

I strained my ears to listen for sounds of the covers moving. I heard none. I imagined the dangling thing I’d seen earlier. What if it was inches beside me, throbbing beneath the covers? Brett stroked his clammy hand up my cock at the same moment I pictured his erection. I thought of sliding my hand out to see if I could feel it….

The tiniest moan slipped out of my lips.

The two of us froze. It was barely even a sound. In the silent darkness, it may as well have been a car horn. My thoughts became a maelstrom of alarms inside my head. I remained still. It had just happened. The little sound had just floated up to the surface like an air bubble in the ocean.

It was the first time I’d heard a change in Brett’s breathing. His hand remained encircled around my cock. The strangeness of his hand inside the leg of my boxers returned. My heightened alertness made it feel even more obtrusive.

An hour seemed to pass. I knew better. The warm heavy hand just rested over my crotch. Then, I felt it gliding away. The fingers lifted away from my sack one by one. The thumb faded from beneath my swelling shaft. I felt only the slightest tug of my boxers as Brett removed his hand.

Just like that, I was alone on my side of the bed again. My thigh felt cold even under the covers. My dick was not erect, but it lay inside my boxers much fuller than before. I felt tiny twitches of energy leaving my flesh. I could still feel hard fingers grazing though my scrotum.

For a long time I just lay there staring into the dark. Perhaps I was waiting to see if Brett’s hand would return. It did not. I tried to make sense of what had happened. I thought of what I should do or say in the morning. Brett pulled his hand away after I’d made that stupid little sound. Did that mean he was scared I’d woken up?

Why did I just let him do that? I had a wife. So did he. Why wasn’t I repulsed my the thought of someone groping me in my sleep?

Why did I like it?

The following day didn’t allow for much time to dwell on the incident. Brett was awake before I was, already dressed and in full swing. I had to groggily drag myself to the hotel bathroom, shower, and make myself presentable. By the time I was ready to go, Brett already had a laptop case slung over his shoulder and a huge bag rolling behind him.

“Ready to do this, Will?” Brett asked me with a big smile.

I nodded back to him. Brett was still Brett, even though dreamy thoughts of the night before still drifted through my foggy memory. I could tell just by his demeanor that there was no way he would mention the previous night.

“I’ve got the pamphlets and the knickknacks,” Brett said nodding toward the rolling case behind me. “You just get the drone and the hardware if you don’t mind and meet me downstairs. Still got your pilot’s license, right?”

I scoffed and offered him a grin. “You bet, man.”

“Alright, don’t take too long,” Brett said. “Mingling is half the game. If there’s a Will there’s a way.”

The conference was being held in the giant venues within the hotel itself. The only thing I’d ever seen quite like it were comic book conventions. A sea of tables and vendor stations were situated in a one massive room, while just next door was a stage and viewing hall. Seeing the mass of different people chatting and milling about made my stomach turn.

I knew we’d be presenting the first day. I ate from the complimentary breakfast tables sparingly, feeling the nerves chewing at my insides. I mostly fidgeted with the drone, the remote, and the display at our table in the room filled with vendors. I wanted everything to go smoothly when it was our turn.

Close to midday, I stood silently behind a table on the stage. The transmitter in my hand became slick from my clammy palms. I tried to pay attention and listen for the cues that it was time to send up the drone. I was glad that Brett was in control of the slide show. I zoned out so many times in front of the packed room with so many dark faces expanding below. I’d have missed so many slides if I had the clicker in my hand.

I watched Brett. Maybe that was the problem. How he was able to stand in front of so many people from so many different companies and talk to them in such an inviting way was more than admirable. It made me wish I had that sort of charisma. Brett had the crowd laughing within minutes. His voice boomed through the speakers in the room. He stood so straight with his chest held high and his large hands emphasizing every word he sold to them. Everyone’s attention was on him. Including mine.

I kept thinking of those hands. I knew where at least one of them had been. I wondered if I could ever stomach going to the gym. Brett’s cleanly shaven head gleamed under the stage lights. The bulge in his shoulders could be seen from across the room. The clothes he wore were simple, professional, and fit him like they were tailor made for his masculine form.

I didn’t know if I had what it took to be the guy speaking. I’d have to eventually learn if I wanted to go further in this job. But to become someone like Brett? I knew just staring at him I wasn’t as adequate. He wove a spell over the crowd of would be buyers with not just his manly great looks, but some innate charm he commanded.

I thought of him naked.

I wondered if there were females in the crowd doing the same thing. I didn’t have to imagine. I’d seen it. Would he do the same thing again? Stroll around the room wearing nothing? I felt my pulse in places that I shouldn’t have. The thought of that thing bouncing with his every step made me warm all over again. I stared at Brett smiling and joking on the stage, but I saw the firm slopes of his chest and his thighs and–

“…And it wouldn’t be right to toss this snake oil all over you guys without a test flight, right?”

Brett turned his grinning face toward me. The warm fuzzy sensation that coated my skin vanished and goosebumps made my every hair stand. His eyes were on mine. It was irrational but I felt like he’d caught me, like the audience had caught me picturing the man naked. I shook the stupid fears away and brought the drone to life.

The blades whirred and the thing lifted off of the table. I blew out a steady breath and steered the thing right out over the people’s heads. I heard their reaction, relieved that I hadn’t driven the drone into someone’s forehead. I allowed myself to play with the device, lifting several feet to come to a dead stop, strafing the machine over rows of grinning people. The conference goers laughed and turned in their seats to follow the drone.

“Now good aerial shots are nothing without a little height, am I right?” I heard Brett say.

I took my cue, lifting the drone at lightning speed toward the high ceiling of the conference hall. I waited until the final moment to halt the machine, letting it hover just a few feet from the lights overhead. Again I played with the controls, working the device in slow circles and weaving around air ducts.

“No other bird has the range this thing has,” Brett kept saying. “I don’t care if you’re surveying, or mapping, or just wanting to catch people falling off water skis right out back here, you’re gonna wanna watch the display because you’ll lose sight of this guy quickly. The imaging it’s capable of….”

I’d grown so used to the drones that I forgot how easily impressed people were. Our presentation seemed to be going very well. Even the gruff beasts from the construction companies and the sticklers in the suits were enthralled by the circling machine in the air and the slick words of my colleague.

Much of my uneasiness dissipated after the presentation. Hopefully, the hardest part was behind us. We watched the other presenters, which admittedly were a bit lame following our act, and the day wore on.

Brett seemed enthused. For a while after the conference was officially over, I lost track of him. He was so much better at bouncing between people and chatting them up. I thought we’d never leave to grab a bite to eat, but we made a quick trip to town and back. Eventually, I allowed him to talk me into a trip to the bar down the hall from the conference room that afternoon.

“I’m telling you, a lot of these tired saps were really high on the birds,” Brett told me. “It’s not really about who’s doing the buying, it’s who’s selling.”

I nodded, sipping from the tumbler in my hand. Brett’s energy was still at its peak. I could tell he really enjoyed his job.

“I don’t know if I’ve got the way with words you do, man,” I admitted.

Brett waved a hand at me and finished his drink.

“It just takes time,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll get the chance to chat people up, get to know some of them. You just can’t be afraid to jump in there, take some chances and feel people out.”

I felt a flush of warmth through my veins.

“I think the best way to get used to anything is experience,” Brett went on. “It’ll feel new and scary at first, but you’ll ease into it. I know you’ll be a natural. If you spend as much time with people as you do with the cameras and the drones? You’ll be able to talk the clothes off of these people’s backs.”

Brett motioned for the bartender. I took the opportunity to study him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt a bit. Even his neck looked so strong. I wasn’t a small guy, but Brett exuded confidence. I saw where it came from. I would have to get in shape. Of course people wanted to talk to him. He looked great. I wasn’t too proud to admit it.

The gentle glow of the lights over the bar only deepened the buzz I felt. The alcohol was doing its job, even though I was trying to take it slow. The floaty feeling in my body wasn’t the only way I could tell. I eyed the bigger man’s hands on the bar as he joked with the bartender. I could still feel the way they had squeezed me. I still remembered the darkness of the room.

I had to get good at talking. Using the confidence instilled by the alcohol, I decided to start with Brett. I took a fleeting glance around the bar to make sure no one was close by.

“Hey, Brett,” I said as the bartender walked away. “You care if I ask you something?”

Brett turned toward me on the stool.

“Yeah, shoot,” he said.

I steeled myself.

“Do you… remember anything about uh, last night?” I said.

I forced every word forth. It took several seconds before I could lift my eyes to my boss.

Brett stared back at me. His brows furrowed in confusion, but in one flash of a moment, I saw his eyes. They didn’t match. Something flickered like a match being struck behind his gaze.

“Here at the bar?” Brett said. “C’mon, I wasn’t hammered when I came in, Will.”

I shook my head, unable to maintain firm eye contact.

“No, later,” I reiterated. “In the room.”

I tossed another glance over my shoulder. I didn’t want to be heard. I slid closer to Brett on my bar stool, though I bit back a shudder being so close to the bigger guy.

“I felt you touch… my leg,” I said as hushed as I could. “Do you remember anything like that?”

It was out there. I forced myself to watch his reaction.

Brett took a sip from his new beverage. He chewed a piece of ice from the glass and studied me. For several seconds, his eyes bored right through me. I couldn’t gauge his lips while he noisily chewed the ice. Was he grinning? Wincing? It was maddening, even more so when his eyes darted lower while he apparently sized me up.

“Sure I do,” he said.

The words hit me like a splash of cold water. I’d expected him to weave a carefully crafted excuse, or to dismiss what had happened. He was admitting it?

“I must have gotten on your side of the bed, right?” Brett said chuckling. “You made some kind of noise, woke me up.”

The tension in my body began to settle. Still, I could only watch him. I wasn’t prepared for what to say in return. Brett was always prepared it seemed.

“You… y-you were sleeping?” I asked.

Brett nodded. “For most of the night. Look, I know it’s weird, but I did sleep like a bear. Maybe the one bed was a blessing, you know? I didn’t mean to wake you up, Will, sorry. Maybe it’s better you did, I could have been all over you.”

Brett laughed as he stole the final words. I offered a smile in return, but inside a plethora of emotions were tumbling in my guts.

Turning the tumbler up and killing his drink, Brett stood up. His body was right next to mine. I started to turn but his hand was already on my shoulder. He gave me a squeezed and leaned close to the side of my face.

“Look I promise if it happens again,” he said into my ear, “I’ll at least try a little foreplay first.”

Brett was chuckling as he stood up straight. He dug in his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar. My jaw hung open while I scanned my brain for any response. None came. Brett squeezed my shoulder again. He pushed away from me playfully and tossed up a hand.

“I’m headed back up,” he said, still smiling. “Gotta grab another shower and I think I’m done. Don’t stay up too late, tonight. Got another day of this. You gotta crush em, tomorrow.”

I could only watch as he walked away. It was so easy, so casual for him. I was dumbfounded. Had he… admitted? To anything?

I couldn’t move from the bar for the longest time. I ordered two more drinks, slowly drowning myself in them. I tried to go over everything in my head, but I couldn’t decide on the answer to the riddle. The thought of returning to the room was daunting. Brett was going to shower again. How would I find him this time? People left the quiet little bar one by one. I was fixed in the same position for what seemed like hours. The warm sensation never left my skin. I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

I couldn’t get any of him out of my head.

It was late when I finally rode the elevator up to the room. A young woman about my age was on the elevator with me. I snuck a few glances at her. Aside from her polite greeting, she payed me no attention at all. I’d seen her at the conference. If she recognized me from our presentation earlier, she didn’t show it at all. I knew if Brett were in the elevator she’d notice him.

I kept my legs moving straight until I reached the door to the room. A sensation clouded my head, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. I couldn’t decide if it was dread or excitement. Maybe it was both. The card beeped and I winced as the door made a loud clunk as it unlocked. I saw the darkness in the room retreat from the hall as I opened the door. I shook my head trying to get a grip. Maybe he was asleep.

Brett was in the bed. The television was off. Everything was off. I glanced at the display on the clock. It wasn’t as late as it felt. Brett was clearly trying to get an early start in the morning. Or so it seemed. I could make out his shape beneath the covers, his huge arms bent beside his shaven head on the pillow.

He’s shirtless, something whispered in my head.

I shook the thoughts away and crept through the room. There was no way I was going to turn on a light. I had to dress down in the dark, careful not to make any sounds loud enough to stir Brett. I folded my pants, stuck the charger in my phone, and set my things aside.

I stared at the bed. All I had to do was lie down. Why did it seem so challenging? I considered the couch against the wall. The room was freezing. Maybe I could use my clothes as a cover? That was stupid. I knew it right when I thought of it. I took a breath and headed toward the balcony.

I stood looking out into the night, trying to decide what to do. Of course I was going to bed. Any other night I’d have told myself to stop being silly. The darkness in the room felt too familiar now. I could still feel Brett’s fingers squeezing around my shoulder.

And my dick.

He wouldn’t do that again. I’d said something. He knew that I knew. He was good with words, and he’d passed it off, but we both knew the truth. There was no way he’d stroked my dick in his sleep. Brett would have to be insane to try something that daring twice.

I felt insane for considering getting in the same bed again.

I had spoken to my wife on the phone in the bar. It didn’t help. I was just as glad to talk to her as always, and she was just as excited to hear about the conference. None of it matched the feeling of heading up to the room. The sensation was still there as I stood looking out at the lake. Brett was right inside. We’d be sharing the bed again. His body would be so close. I wasn’t sure if I was scared that the events of the prior night would happen again, or if I was scared because a hidden part of me wanted them to.

I stepped back in the room and slid the door shut as gently as I could manage. What light entered the room did so from the sliding balcony door. I could see Brett. His arms were still up by his head. Their meaty trunks dove toward a broad chest, barely concealed by the covers. A single leg hung wide, and Brett’s knee jutted out from the sheets.

I wondered if he was naked.

I felt crazy. It was thrilling. I couldn’t even think straight. The simple thought of getting in the bed seemed so wild now. It spread like fire through my body. I licked my lips, shocked my the very idea I considered. The worst that could happen was the awkward explanation I might have to concoct in the morning. The best case….

I didn’t let myself dwell on it. I just did it. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall away. Tugging my boxers down, I stepped out of them and approached my side of the bed before I could talk myself out of it. I felt my shriveled dick bounce with each step. I knew it wasn’t as impressive as the one I’d seen the previous day. Tiny pulses of energy shot right down toward my crotch. I gently opened the covers and slid into the cool bed. I shivered as I sunk into place.

The ceiling felt like it was miles over my head. Even fastened under the covers I felt like I was drifting. I’d drank too much. I knew that. I was naked under the sheets next to another guy. I couldn’t believe it. The decision was done. I could hop back up and get dressed again. I didn’t want to. I felt alive. It was ridiculous, the nerves kept biting at my brain, but I welcomed the pressure.

The minutes seemed to drag on. A few times I tilted my head to sneak a glance at the man beside me. Brett’s pectorals swelled and sank with his breathing. I waited for an eternity. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting. It wasn’t as if he’d immediately lunge for my privates the moment I came to bed.

I tried to close my eyes and force myself into sleep. My head didn’t stop swimming. My heart wouldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I was so eager for anything to happen. The anticipation was eating at me.

I scooted closer to Brett.

It was only a few inches, but I could feel his heat beneath the covers. The warmth made me shudder. I inched closer, daring to ignore the reasoning voices in my head. He was still a couple of feet away, but sliding closer felt like I was about to be on top of him.

Brett rolled over. His big body shifted. His torso turned toward me. I froze, frantically wondering if I should shut my eyes.

Brett’s eyes blinked open. He stared right at me. I didn’t move. He inhaled, and I watched his broad chest swell beside me. I couldn’t trace the movements of his eyes, but they were moving.

“I didn’t know if you got lost or what,” Brett said.

His voice hummed through the dark. I stared back at him, stricken with shock. The daring part of me dissolved. Brett snorted, and a little grin tugged at his lips.

He reached down under the covers and slid his hand up my thigh. I sucked in a breath. Brett’s fingers fanned out wide before his palm closed around my leg. His fingertips grazed my bare genitals.

“Is this you putting yourself out there?” Brett asked me in a low, taunting tone.

When he said it, his hand went further. A huge meaty fist closed around my shriveled dick.

I gasped. Brett smiled wider. There was no hiding. I was naked and he obviously knew it. His hand opened again and again. Brett fondled my flesh in his grip, by balls bulging between his fingers and my pulsating dick twitching in his palm. I could only stare back at him in awe of what was happening. It was really happening.

For a while I let him touch me. The two of us just stared at one another. I felt my dick growing. Brett felt it too. His fist squeezed even tighter at the firmness in my shaft. I twitched when his thumb rubbed under the head of my dick. He started to stroke me, pulling my flesh until it grew hard in his hand.

I finally found the words.

“You did this… last night?” I said.

Brett grinned. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You were awake,” I stated.

Brett scooted closer and tightened his hand like a vice on my hard cock.

“So were you,” Brett told me.

I blinked, my eyes widening from the revelations. A bulky body slid close to me. The heat of the man poured across my naked body beneath the covers. The chill had left the sheets. I could feel Brett’s heavy breaths on my face.

I licked my lips.

“Why?” I asked. “I don’t… were you not worried I’d freak?”

Brett shrugged a meaty shoulder. “You didn’t. You felt what I was doing and you let me do it. I know you wanted it.”

It was such a blunt way of putting it. It hit me squarely in the chest. I knew he was right. Brett was always right. He tugged his big hands up to my tip and played with the head of my dick. I made no move to stop him, not then or now.

“B-but, you’re married,” I stammered. “Aren’t you… doesn’t it feel wrong?”

“You tell me,” Brett replied.

He punctuated the thought by laying his heavy leg across mine and squeezing my shaft tightly. I tried to suppress the sound behind my lips. He still heard it.

“Try it,” Brett said. “See what it’s like and tell me if it feels wrong.”

For a second I just stared back at him before realizing what he was saying. I could see it in my mind. Thoughts of the world outside the room or the covers became distant. Turning onto my side to face the man, I reached beneath the covers under a huge arm. I felt his warm thigh. It was a start. At first it felt so strange to tighten my fingers into the thick hairy leg. Soon I was groping him. I explored his flesh, marveling at his body. I was surprised at how satisfying it felt to clasp my hand on such hard heavy flesh.

Brett watched me as my fingers inevitably drifted lower. When I felt it I made a sound. The cock was just sagging there on his leg. My fingers worked to fasten themselves around the soft flesh. There was a weight to Brett’s dick that I wasn’t used to. I squeezed it. The tender thing deformed in my fist. Brett grinned at me and eased his hips forward. I kept fingering and feeling my way up and down his meaty shaft. It was so smooth. Even his balls felt slick and slithery.

“Not half bad, is it?” Brett asked.

His face seemed so close. He was still pulling at my hard cock. Brett’s hands knew exactly how to stroke me, each squeeze and tug perfectly gliding right to my tip. I began to mimic the man’s motions. The dick in my hand was so much bigger. I made the familiar motion, stroking the shaft. I could feel it throb to life in my grip. It was a sensation I knew I’d never forget. I grew quickly addicted to pulling at those pulsations, and feeling the thing grow in my hand.

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

Brett chuckled, releasing my cock. He moved closer. I almost shrank from his approach, sensing the gravity of his body enveloping me.

“It’s like I said,” Brett told me. “You can’t always be afraid to take some chances and feel people out.”

Brett’s leg slid around me. His heavy body rolled onto mine. He was on top of me. He reached behind him to pull the sheets higher before sinking down onto my body. Our naked forms became one. Brett’s thick pectorals mashed into my softer chest.

The man kissed me. I kissed him back.

As if out of some learned reflex, I welcomed his face onto mine. Our mouths moved together. Both of our tongues swiped across our lips again and again. Brett pressed into me with a force I’d not ever felt. I pressed back, rolling my eyes into my head and accepting what he gave to me. My hands slid around him to search across tight sloping curves. I pulled at him, hoping to seal our bodies even closer.

It was overwhelming. Kissing another person this way with our bodies laced tightly was enough to put me in a trance. What really scrambled my brain was feeling Brett’s thick cock flat between our stomachs. My own dick strained beside his. I felt his balls draped over mine. His body writhed, and I could feel the erections glide between us.

I couldn’t press into him hard enough. He thrust his hips down and mashed his dick into me. The force was enough to make my arms and legs weak. This was nothing like Stephanie. The hulking body on mine was a far cry from my wife’s tiny body. It wasn’t just size, it was the power I felt from Brett’s every motion, an eagerness that I shared and attempted to force back into him.

Brett pulled his lips from mine. We breathed into one another’s mouth.

“You’re a natural,” Brett told me with a hint of a grin.

I shook my head, still gasping when his rolling thrusts mashed their way into my smaller form.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “I’ve never even… I’ve never done this before.”

Brett’s hand swept down my cheek firmly. He held me by the side of my jaw.

“You feel just fine to me,” Brett said.

His tongue darted at my lips. We shared a few kisses. I was still shaking my head, perhaps from disbelief. I couldn’t add it all up in my head. It just felt too good to stop.

Every time our bodies moved the slightest bit, I felt that dick climbing across my body. It throbbed against me. The smooth tip prodded at my stomach. There was so much energy in that thing. It was alive and channeling every excited heartbeat from the man on top of me.

I clutched Brett by his lower back, pulling each gentle thrust down into me. I knew how it looked. The thoughts tumbled in my head. I could feel the sweat between our bodies. Smells filled my every breath. The masculine aroma from under his arms should have repulsed me. I inhaled deeply and groped at the tight flesh beneath my hands. Being engulfed by this man in such an intimate way was intoxicating.

“I don’t even know what to do,” I said. “I don’t… know….”

Brett mouthed the words over my lips, his voice humming through my skull.

“Just let me do everything,” Brett offered.

His cock mashed across mine. The two swelled against one another.

“Do you want me to?” He asked.

I kissed him again, lost in the pit of writhing flesh I’d become a part of.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I wasn’t sure I’d even meant to say the word. Brett sealed my lips with his and wove his tongue though my mouth again. I accepted the kiss, now allowing his forceful embrace to take over. His tongue went so deep in my mouth that I thought he might lick my tonsils. I sank into the mattress and spread myself beneath his hard body.

Brett lifted his hips. I immediately missed the feeling of the thick cock on my waist. His mouth moved to my neck. He kept sinking lower. The covers rose behind him. His tongue traced circles around my naval. Tingles shot to my fingertips. His mouth kissed my skin until his cheek was right beside my nodding shaft. I could see it all. I tucked my chin low to watch the man suck the skin of my inner thigh into his mouth with enough force to curl my toes.

My cock bounced. It brushed his face. I felt a hard cheekbone against the tip of my dick. Brett turned his face. I stopped breathing. He did not, and I felt every hot breath wash over my shaft. He wasn’t watching me. His eyes were on my erection.

I felt his lips against my shaft. It jumped. He placed another kiss on the underside of my dick. It swelled again, pressing up into his face. He opened his mouth, sliding his lips closed around my hard dick just under the tip.

I felt like jerking my hair out. I clutched the sheets in my hands. Cool air tried to invade the space between us, but Brett seemed to radiate with enough energy to cloak my naked skin. His mouth kept working it’s way upward. I watched his lips purse wetly across my fattened tip.

Brett lowered his jaw and pushed his head down around my cock.

My hand shot to his shoulder. I steadied myself. I saw my tip slide back out of Brett’s lips again before it dove back into his head. I let out a moan from my gaping mouth. Fingers fastened around the root of my dick. I felt his palm on my balls. Brett’s upper body pinned my thrusting hips to the bed. My dick jutted upward, sealed firmly inside his mouth.

Brett slid his head all the way down. My legs straightened and I cried out. My other hand shot up to land on a smoothly shaven head. It was so strange. A man had my dick buried in his face. My whole cock was inside Brett’s mouth. His tightened his jaw and mouthed my firm shaft.

I cried out again when I felt his tongue. It was so huge it felt like it wrapped around my dick. Brett turned and twisted his jaw, working his lips and tongue right back up to the top of my skin. When I thought I might see my head pop free again, Brett lowered his jaw and plunged down to my balls again.

The sensation sprung me forward. I was up on my elbows. My fingers dug against the smooth bald skin on Brett’s skull. I felt his fingers cinch down tightly on my shaft. The head of my cock bulged inside his mouth, and he punished it with his tongue. Each gasp of breath I took was punctuated by a moan. Brett rocked his jaw in circles, his head working back and forth. I could feel his taste buds slithering up every vein in my dick.

My hand tightened on his shoulder. I knew it was the best blowjob I’d ever experienced. Brett had clearly done this before. I felt a deep burn in my crotch. He must have known it was there, because he applied suction and coaxed the feeling up to the tip of my dick with his tongue. If he kept this up, I knew he’d force me to cum. The very thought was absurd but I didn’t dare push at his body or his head. I wanted him to stay down there and suck the cum right out of my cock.

I stared in awe. I was actually letting a guy do this to me. My thighs hung open wide. Brett’s upper body was enough to spread me apart. His hulking shoulders loomed over my crotch while he worked his head up and down my shaft. I didn’t look away. I had to watch it all to make sure it was really happening.

Right when I thought I might explode, Brett’s lips dragged right down to my balls. I let out a groan and allowed the man to press my thighs back with his hands. His tongue swirled through my balls, leaving no sliver of flesh uncovered. My entire crotch was dripping wet, but Brett still didn’t stop. His face moved lower. My legs were pushed further back.

My eyes shot open wide.

Brett’s fat tongue slid down across my asshole. He didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t shaven down there. I felt the flat of his tongue sliding across every ripple of tight skin. The tip prodded and dug. I watched my dick jump erratically at my waist above his head. Brett allowed his face to sink between my ass cheeks. He stared up at me past my dick while he spread saliva through my crack.

The sight of it caused the tip of my cock to burn. I thought I could feel a drop of precum swell out of my slit and leak down the back of my swollen head. I didn’t necessarily derive any sort of pleasure from the ring of my ass being licked, but the act itself blew my mind. It was so dirty. I couldn’t believe Brett had gone that far. At no point would I have ever dreamed this guy would have his face buried between my ass, licking and sucking at my hole.

Brett’s face hovered above my ass. He gave me a dirty grin and rubbed at my asshole with his thumb. My vision blurred as my eyes crossed. I wanted to jerk away… but I also wanted to press forward.

“Bear with me for just….”

When he said the words I felt pressure. Something slipped into me.

“… A bit,” Brett finished.

The tip of his thumb had wiggled into my ass. My first reaction was to tense up. My thighs tightened and tried to close. Brett held at least one of them aside. The sound that came up from my body was a stammering, guttural moan.

There was no pain. It just felt odd. Maybe a bit too odd. I felt how tightly my asshole hugged Brett’s thumb. He gave it the tiniest wiggle. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control. My hips lifted, but my legs spread apart this time. My cock stood straight up toward the ceiling.

Brett pressed his thumb further. His tongue dove to lather my asshole with moisture. I couldn’t be sure how much of his thumb climbed into me, but I felt it wiggle and curl as it went.

Then, the man tilted his wrist and worked his thumb into a place I could feel deep behind the base of my dick.

“Oh… fuck!”

The words just popped free from my lips. A dull prodding sensation filled my entire lower body with a jolt of energy.

“Feel that?” Brett asked me.

I looked at him. He rose just a bit to plant a kiss on the underside of my cock. When he did, his thumb pressed inside of me and sent the blunt shockwave through my ass right to the tip of my cock again. I moaned loudly. It felt like being tickled, or massaged firmly, or violated… or all at once. My dick throbbed up at Brett’s face. He chuckled.

“Yeah, you feel it,” he said.

Brett lifted himself until he was on his knees. The covers rose like a tent behind him until they fell away into the dark. My naked body was spread open beneath him. Brett squatted between my thighs with his legs apart. I could see his long cock bobbing at his waist. Brett’s bulky naked form looked so intimidating near the end of the bed.

His thumb still writhed inside me.

“Does it feel like you might explode?” Brett asked me, his voice humming through the dark.

He pressed against the spot again. I groaned and nodded back to him, unable to even speak an intelligible word. My dick stiffened, bloated and aching.

Brett removed his thumb. Part of me felt empty. I was able to relax but in seconds wanted the sensation to return. My cock fell back to nod near my naval. The huge guy began to shift his knees, closing toward my body as he went. I felt his thighs beneath mine. His hands gently took my legs. A larger cock than mine slid across my balls and rubbed itself along my length. I watched, mesmerized by how small I looked in comparison to literally every part of Brett’s body. Then I tensed up, realizing the way Brett was positioned.

He eased his hips back and slid his big dick through my crotch again. The fat head bent and prodded against everything in its path.

“This is a tough sell,” Brett told me. “But hear me out.”

His hips pulled back once more. His heavy dick fell below my balls. When he pressed inward again, my breath hung in my throat as his tip hung in the skin just behind my balls. He kept pushing, letting me feel the force behind his thick shaft.

“Imagine if I had something that could fill you up enough,” Brett said slowly, “that it could hit that spot over and over.”

He emphasized by pressing his tip firmly against my exposed skin until it jabbed upward beside my balls.

I gasped. I knew what he meant. There was no way in my right mind I’d let anyone do that. But I hadn’t been in my right mind all night. Each time Brett pressed his cock against my flesh, jamming himself beneath my balls, I prayed he’d point the thing lower. My hole still ached from the absence of his thumb. I wanted to feel that hot spot again, and the electricity it sent through my groin.

“It may be scary at first,” Brett said grinning. “But you’ll ease into it.”

I felt his round tip sliding lower. He was guiding his erection with his fingers. The head rubbed down across the wrinkled ring of my asshole. I gawked at the man. In the darkness, time seemed to crawl in that instant. A huge, naked, marvel of a human being was poised between my open legs. I could feel him breathing from where I lay, his toned chest swelling. I couldn’t quite see Brett’s eyes, but his hulking form loomed over me and his face stared right at me.

This was impossible. His dick rubbed and pushed at my asshole. Everything else felt like a dream except for that. The touch of his hand and his cock anchored me in reality. I held my breath waiting for it to happen. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t scoot away or protest.

I didn’t know what to expect. I imagined the tip might slide in slowly. I thought it might feel like going to the bathroom, except oddly in reverse. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. The pressure built on my sensitive ring of tight skin. My ass did not ease open. It felt like nothing was going to happen. Brett held his firm cock in place, even as the force of his gradual pressure shoved back through his shaft.

Brett’s cock burst through.

My asshole dilated in an instant. A yelp shot out of my body. In less than a second it felt like several inches of the thing had rushed into me. I knew that couldn’t be right. I wriggled on the bed until I realized it made the intense pain worse. This was nothing like his thumb. Brett’s cock swelled inside me. It stretched my hole to fit tightly around his pulsating shaft.

Brett had hardly moved. He’d taken his hand off of his cock, but he now held my hands and just looked down on me. My body was clenched. My toes curled and my calves tightened into knots. The pain of being spread around this guy’s cock was unbearable. I waited for it to cease. It didn’t go away. The words Brett had said kept looping in my head. Ease into it, ease into it… god it had to get better.

I was gasping. I stared down my body in disbelief. It was done. Brett’s dick was in me. I’d made the leap. Strong hands clutched my legs and held them wide. My eyes darted up and down the naked wall of curvy flesh towering above me. I was accepting what was real. My hunky boss, with his toned body and meaty arms, had his dick inside my ass.

Brett pressed forward. I couldn’t even see him move, but I sure felt it. The dull ache in my ass spread. Brett’s cock opened me further and climbed deeper. It could have been an inch. It felt like he was splitting me in half. I cried out again. The girth sank into me. Behind the pain, the fullness in my ass made my own erection stand straight. The thing inched inward, the whole process felt like it took an hour. I felt a sack of hot flesh brush my ass cheeks. Brett squeezed my thighs as if to comfort me in some way. His dick throbbed inside of me, tickling the walls of my ass with his pulse.

Brett pushed once more. Tiny drips of warmth hit my stomach. Then my cock erupted.

I sucked in a deep breath and locked it in my lungs. I stared wide eyed and watched while the tip of my dick fired shots of cum across my stomach. It wasn’t just something I felt just in my shaft. I felt my insides tightening. My asshole was drawing in, but each time it seized it was met with the firm resistance of Brett’s thick flesh. From the slit in the head of my dick, all the way through my shaft, right to my ass I felt shockwaves of energy racking my body.

I was finally able to gasp, as though I’d nearly drowned. My naked flesh was glazed with flecks of semen. My erection lost strength with each wobble and nod. Each muscle in my body began to relax one at a time, but I trembled as I sank into the mattress.

A man hunkered at my legs with his dick buried inside of me.

I felt violated now. Embarrassment welled up through my chest and pushed at the knot in my throat. I immediately wanted to leave. I didn’t know where I’d go, I just wanted this to stop.

“Well that was wild,” Brett said.

I heard him chuckling. I stared up at the man. Shame was beginning to cloud my mind. What the fuck was I doing? I’d climbed into bed hoping something like this would happen? Was I serious?

I slid away. My asshole ached with renewed swells of pain as the huge dick was tugged from my body. I felt the tip fall away. I swung my legs aside and scooted toward the edge of the bed. Brett simply sat there. He’d made no move to stop me. He’d released my legs and said nothing.

“I… sorry, I have t-to go,” I sputtered.

I did not look back at Brett.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I blurted.

I stood. Brett said something, but I was in too much of a frenzy to pay attention. Something about “it’s fine” or whatever, I couldn’t hear him. My thoughts were a buzzing swarm. I found my boxers on the floor, snatched up my shirt, and ducked into the bathroom. It felt like a freezer in there. I didn’t care. I shut the door behind me and flipped on a light.

I stared at the frail guy in the mirror. My face was pale. My eyes were frozen and dazed. Even as they adjusted to the blinding bathroom light, they remained open and unblinking. I looked mad, or in shock. Maybe I was.

Brett’s cock was just inside of me.

I couldn’t believe it. Had I really let that happen? My eyes finally darted down my naked body in the reflection. I saw my flaccid dick. A translucent film coated the pitiful thing. The slimy tip looked so discolored and swollen. Milky drops still leaked from out of my slit to the floor.

Brett made me cum. He didn’t even touch my dick. Was that even possible?

I spun toward the toilet and lifted the lid to sit on the icy seat. My pulse beat at my temples. I stared at the door fearing that at any moment Brett might knock or call out to me. Instead I endured long moments of dead silence. The only thing I could hear was the way my breath sputtered out over my trembling jaw.

I kept trying to relieve myself. I peed, but nothing else happened. My asshole felt hollow, giving me the sense that I needed to go. Nothing happened. My hole wasn’t exactly gaped, but my insides felt so spread open. Sitting there, I was so ashamed. I couldn’t forgive myself for being seduced into something so vile.

I remained on the toilet for what had to be an hour. I refused to go back out into the room. I couldn’t face Brett. I couldn’t face what I’d done. Wearily folded up on the porcelain, I rose knowing I’d eventually have to leave the bathroom. I thought of packing my things and leaving. That was dramatic, and too cowardly. I just couldn’t think of how to move forward.

When I finally mustered the nerve to leave the bathroom, I put on my clothes, turned off the light, and pulled open the heavy door as stealthily as I could. Creeping back through the room wasn’t easy. I couldn’t see a damn thing. Maybe that was for the better. It meant Brett wasn’t sitting awake watching TV waiting on me to come back. In the dim light from the sliding balcony door, I could see that he was in fact lying in the bed. Brett was on his stomach, his head to the side on the pillow. Even if he wasn’t truly asleep, I was thankful that he didn’t stir as I snuck back across the room.

Without looking back, I pulled open the balcony door and left the room. I shut the door not caring if I woke Brett, then flopped into one of the cushioned chairs that overlooked the dark lake beyond.

I tried to let my mind go blank. That was impossible. A million thoughts hit the surface of my mind like torrential raindrops. I couldn’t process a single one. I wondered if I were still drunk. I thought of Stephanie. What I’d done was a betrayal, first and foremost. I could never tell my wife that I’d cheated on her. I certainly would never be able to admit that it was with a guy shoving his dick into my ass. It would be a horrible secret I’d never get over. I thought of how awkward work would be going forward. I shared an office with Brett. I’d never be able to look at him the same again.

I slid lower in the balcony chair. It wasn’t just an accidental touch or a quick brush of experimentation anymore. We’d kissed. We’d made out like young lovers, actually. Brett sucked my dick. He’d been inside of me. I couldn’t get over that. The most baffling thing was the way Brett made me cum. I stared out at the night, feeling the ache in my ass. I remembered the way my asshole had tightened around his dick. It felt so different to orgasm without so much as laying a finger on my cock.

The way it had shoved through me… one long push was all it had taken. A piece of his body was in me. It was alive, pressing back at my insides.

I shook my head. The regret was real. But so was the throb deep in my groin.

I felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t like there were many other choices. Right when my eyes blinked open, the soreness in my neck was evident. I rubbed the back of my neck and lifted my head. I would definitely regret this later. The balcony chair was actually very comfortable, but I’d fallen asleep slouched to one side with my head dangling low.

I looked to see if I could spot the sun peeking up over the trees yet. The sky was still a hue of navy blue.

Brett was leaning on the railing.

It caught me off guard to find him there only a few feet away. He was bent at the waist, propped up on the rail on his forearms. A small cup of coffee rested between his hands. He stared out at the lake. When I saw him, I froze. The sight of him coupled with a gentle morning wind sent goosebumps racing up my arms.

Brett was only wearing a small pair of briefs.

The man turned his head when he noticed I’d stirred. He offered me a grin.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he told me.

I blinked at him.

“What?” I asked.

Brett nodded toward me. “Sleeping in that chair. You’re probably in for a rough day.”

I didn’t respond. Brett simply sipped his coffee and stared back out at the lake and the town beyond. From my seat further back near the wall, my view consisted mostly of Brett. It was the first time I’d actually just stared at him in the light. The sun wasn’t even up, but now I could admire his body.

I told myself not to. At first I wanted to avert my eyes, remembering how out of hand things had gotten in just two nights. I just couldn’t help it. Every bulging part of Brett’s body was too enticing to look away from. I scanned every bit of smoothly toned flesh. I’d never looked at a guy’s back, or anyone’s back, and wanted to touch it that badly. Even the guy’s tight ass cheeks looked muscled and powerful. I wondered how a guy’s ass might feel if I gave it a squeeze.

“It’ll finally be your turn today, Will,” Brett told me.

I looked up at him. What… was he saying? I felt my heartbeat quicken.

Brett turned around to face me, leaning back and resting one meaty arm on the railing. I couldn’t understand how his chest and midsection could look so soft and inviting but still so firm.

“There’s usually plenty of people at the booth,” Brett said. “There will definitely be your fair share of potential clients to talk to. Time to shine, man.”

I swallowed and nodded. I did my best not to stare. I picked a spot in the trees beyond the railing, feeling the larger man’s oppressive gaze upon me.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brett said. “I know you’ll be nervous, but you’ll settle in.”

I watched Brett take a sip from his coffee. His huge arm lifting such a tiny cup looked almost comical. My eyes inevitably fell. I could see it. If I’d have worn the same pair of underwear, it would have looked like a little pouch in the front. The flesh was packed into Brett’s briefs, barely confined by the cotton fabric. I could easily trace the curve in his fleshy shaft, as well as the perfect shape of the big head.

“You kinda left me hanging, Will.”

My eyes shot up. Brett was staring at me. He knew what I was staring at.

“I… look, it’s just… really weird for me,” I managed to say. “I can’t keep–“

“It gets easier,” Brett said.

He stepped forward. I wanted to shrink back against the cushions, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to seem intimidated. The tight pair of briefs came within a foot in front of my face. When I looked up, I was staring past hills of hard flesh at the grinning face of my boss. His eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Trust me,” he said, hooking his thumb in the front of his briefs. “All it takes is a little taste.”

I held my breath. For a moment I was sure he’d tug his underwear down and let his dick flop free. I waited… eagerly. No matter what I told myself, I wanted to see it.

Brett stepped back into the room and slid the door shut.

I shook my head and exhaled, silently cursing myself. Was it that easy? Two seconds of being around Brett seemed to be enough to hypnotize me. I wanted to keep denying it. I wanted to keep telling myself that last night was a colossal mistake brought on by imbibing far too much alcohol.

Then why was I so disappointed when he didn’t pull his underwear down again?

By the time I’d calmed down enough to enter the room and get ready, Brett was yet again already dressed. He was chatting on the phone with someone from work. I tried to act as though it were any other day. As I gathered my things to shower, I could hear him bragging about the presentation and how many clients were already interested to see more of the drones. I tried to clear my head and remember that I still had a full day of work ahead.

Being among crowds of people made things a little better. I was able to mostly forget about the events of the previous nights, even if the soreness in my neck kept trying to remind me. I opted to stand at the booth just as Brett did, in front of a table and our display. Stacks of pamphlets, key chains, and business cards flooded the table. The drone was on display. Huge images of topographic maps and high definition images stood on easels behind us. Normally, I’d have been the guy behind the table, handing out the whatnots and jotting down client information.

This time I threw myself into my work. I had to focus. I looked at how Brett was standing. I held myself erect and rolled my shoulders back just like him. I was nowhere near as striking as he, but it felt good to hold myself with confidence. I watched how Brett approached people, what he said to them and how he casually smiled. I employed so many of the same techniques. I was shocked to find how many people were willing to stop and chat with me. Many of them even joked about the prior day, claiming that I was extremely good at flying the drone. I joked with people heartily and offered them my phone number as opposed to Brett’s.

At one point, Brett clapped me on the shoulder. The familiar grip of his hand was there, and I had to chase certain memories away.

Brett gave me a grin.

“I’ve got to hit the head,” he told me. “Cover the booth for a bit?”

I nodded, trying to maintain eye contact with him.

“Do what you gotta do, man,” I said.

Brett heard the volume and confidence in my voice. He smiled all the wider. No sooner than he walked away from the table, I recognized the young woman from the elevator approaching my table. We met eyes and to my surprise, I stepped forward. I held myself tall and offered my hand, and the two of us introduced ourselves. I even complimented the way she looked. Ms. Gibbons was striking after all, wearing a white blouse I could nearly see through and a black pencil skirt. She couldn’t have been no older than I, and the two of us fell into conversation about my company and hers very easily.

We chatted for quite a while. I’d forgotten about Brett. It took concentration not to get lost in the young woman’s beautiful smiling face as she listened to me talk about the capability of our drones. When I began showing her pictures from a recent surveying contract we handled, the young woman brought herself close to my side. With the way my morning started, this new charge of energy was only building on the arousal I had been trying to suppress.

A text message bubble dropped onto the screen. I saw that it was from Brett, and I swiped it away, apologizing quickly to Ms. Gibbons. We chatted for another long while until we finally exchanged business cards. Even as I said goodbye to the young woman, I had to maintain my composure. I watched her walking away, unable to keep my eyes from drifting down to the backside wrapped in the pencil skirt.

Ms. Gibbons was only about twenty feet away when she ran into Brett. I could see the two of them chatting. The young woman motioned toward our booth smiling enthusiastically. Brett dwarfed the girl, standing with his chest out and his hands on his hips. I lifted my hand to wave to them, but then tried to act like I wasn’t paying attention to the exchange.

I saw Brett’s big hand gently touch her shoulder as he leaned in smiling. He brought his face close to her ear. I noted the way the young woman bristled. Brett was whispering to Ms. Gibbons, which only set me on edge. The woman’s eyes widened the slightest bit. She turned a fleeting glance over me before smiling once more to Brett.

I had no idea what the hell the two were discussing, or why Brett was whispering to her. I told myself it was completely normal. I’d seen Brett do this all day. He had no reservations about being in a clients personal space. And why would he? Most people, especially the woman, welcomed his proximity. My skin had flushed warm, though. I’d seen her look at me. What had Brett told her? Little bursts of memories flooded my mind. There was no way in the span of a few minutes he’d told her… that. He wouldn’t.

I felt the soreness return. Only now, it was a simple dull ache. I shifted on my feet, but the motion only allowed me to feel the throb in my asshole even more. I was trying to ignore it all. One day left. That was all. Disturbing images and emotions were whirling up inside of me again. I felt like a disgusting pervert standing there in front of the booth thinking of what I’d done. I could still feel it pushing its way through me….

I remembered the text. Brett had sent it while I was showing Ms. Gibbons the aerial shots on my phone. I returned to the chair behind our table and sat. Opening the messages on my phone, I tapped the most recent message from Brett. My mouth fell open, but I snapped it shut. I tugged the phone in close, fearful that prying eyes may catch a glimpse.

Brett’s dangling cock filled the entire length of my screen.

I immediately closed the tab and locked the screen. Heat filled my face. I stuffed the phone in my pocket and vowed to not take it out again. That message had come through while I was showing pictures to Ms. Gibbons only moments ago. I trembled, relieved that the photo itself hadn’t displayed atop the screen.

I nearly jumped when Brett took a seat beside me. He didn’t notice. He was already leaning close. I held my breath, wondering what he might say.

“Just in case you haven’t noticed,” he said in a hushed tone, “we’re doing extremely well. I’ve already got a load of contacts interested in a surveying contract.”

Brett leaned away and showed me an approving smile. I could still feel the color in my cheeks. I scanned the crowd of people for Ms. Gibbons. I spotted her, but she was already in another circle of business suits chatting with other conference goers.

I looked at Brett. “W-what did you say to the woman you were just talking to?”

Brett’s smile grew into a pearly grin.

“Ashley Gibbons,” he stated. “She’s been to a couple of these before. I think she’ll be calling us.”

I licked my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was the time to bring it up. I kept picturing it all in my head. By body felt lukewarm. I could feel my palms growing clammy. Just the thought of the picture made a few parts of my body throb. The way she’d looked at me… the timing of that text… what was that about? Was Brett insane?

“I… I know, I talked to her,” I said. “I w-was wondering… what you whispered to her.”

I saw a flash in Brett’s eyes. I watched them drift up and down my face.

“You sold to her, man,” Brett told me. “I told her to make sure to specifically call you next week. That you were the guy she wanted to go through.”

I just stared at Brett. I suddenly felt silly for thinking it could have been anything else. I blinked and allowed myself to breathe. A small grin formed on my face. Inside I felt so exhausted from my mind turning flips. Part of me was glad that this was the final day.

“Look, don’t get too excited,” Brett cautioned. “I know it’s just a conference and plenty of people take the cards and the literature and say they’ll get in touch with us. But Ashley works for a government affiliated group out west. And even if no one else gets back with us, I think you’ll definitely be hearing from her. We’ll definitely have reason to celebrate tonight.”

The mental gymnastics continued in my head. The elation I felt at a job well done was quickly heightened when I heard Brett’s last sentence. I could only look back at him in disbelief. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he himself was trying to contain his excitement. But for what? When I looked at him, I wasn’t seeing my boss or a guy congratulating me for my first actual deal. I was seeing that picture I knew I now had in my phone. I was imagining the guy naked in the bed.

As if he were reading my thoughts, Brett reached over and clapped a hand high on my thigh. His fingers squeezed the same spot I’d first felt him touch two nights ago. His fingertips were so dangerously close again, but now he grabbed me and shook my thigh with a huge smile.

“Great job, Will,” Brett said. “I knew we’d get to see the real you out here.”

Brett still hadn’t come up to the room.

It was getting late. The materials we’d brought along for the display at the booth and the demonstration were packed away in the company SUV. It took several trips, but I was determined to be done with the hotel. I’d finished packing all my things and my luggage was standing upright near the dresser.

I sat on the balcony once more watching the sun fall below the horizon. I tried to clear my head but my mind kept spinning right back to the same thoughts. Texting my wife helped… and it didn’t. She was excited to see me again. I felt the same, but I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. Could I forget all that happened? Or when I kissed her would I think of….

Brett had still been mingling with several old friends in the business downstairs. He was a very social guy, and at the moment I didn’t mind. I needed to be alone. He’d mentioned celebrating. I wondered if he was at the bar downstairs yet again waiting on me to turn up.

The few days felt like a confusing blur. I was ready for them to be over. I had to get back to some kind of normalcy, to sleep in my own bed next to my wife. I knew the trip would be weird and stressful, but I’d greatly miscalculated the reasons why. I hoped that leaving the hotel behind would make it easier to forget.

Sitting on the balcony, it was impossible to forget.

I gave in to the temptation. I tapped through several screens on my phone. The picture in the message filled the screen. I blew out a slow breath. Brett had taken the picture in the bathroom earlier. His trousers were still fastened but unzipped. Hanging out of the front of his pants was his drooping cock. I remembered how it felt in my hand, how thick and firm it had grown. I shuddered remembering the thing splitting me open and burrowing deeper into my ass. The soreness was gone but I could still sense its shape pushing through me, as though I were recalling some sort of ghost limb that was no longer mine.

I locked the screen of my phone and stood. I couldn’t believe I still felt this way. I wanted to leave the hotel, sure, but I knew I was lying to myself thinking I regretted everything. One look at that picture was proof enough.

I stood and stepped back inside. Shutting the sliding door, I found my charger on the desk and plugged in my phone. I made a mental note to not forget to grab the charger in the morning. I’d taken two more steps across the floor when I heard the loud beep and the clunk of the hotel room door.

Brett entered the room and walked right over to the dresser. He nodded to me a offered me a grin. I stopped in my tracks and watched him.

“Hey, Will,” he said. “Sorry, I got caught up with a guy I used to work with downstairs. You didn’t have to load all that stuff yourself.”

I waved my hand, trying to look anywhere but in Brett’s direction.

“Uh, no big deal,” I said. “Just ready to be gone I guess.”

Brett emptied his pockets and turned to face me with a single eyebrow raised.

“All work and no play, huh?” Brett asked.

I tensed up.

“Hell, I started to suggest we find a local dive and stay out all night,” Brett said. “Of course I know we got a long drive ahead of us, though.”

“Yeah, I could use the sleep,” I told him quickly.

“If you say so, man,” he replied.

Brett shrugged his big shoulders. Then he casually began unfastening the buttons down the front of his shirt. He wasn’t looking at me. Behind the fabric, I could see the thick slabs on his chest. I should have turned away and went about my business. I couldn’t. I just kept staring.

The man glanced up, and I felt like a spotlight had been cast over my body. I licked my lips and scanned my brain for a way to act casually.

“You excited about going home?” I asked him. “To your wife?”

Brett grinned and let his shirt hang open while he unfastened and removed his belt.

“Sure,” he told me. “But we’re together almost every waking minute. Not sure she’s excited to get me back. That means she has to put up with me.”

Brett just let his trousers fall. He stepped free of them, picking them up to fold them neatly. I let my eyes travel up his strong curvy legs. When he turned, I didn’t look away. I stared right at the bulk of flesh packed snugly into the front of his underwear.

The man had stopped and was looking back at me. I saw something familiar in his face. Brett leaned back against the dresser. His shirt drifted open near his midsection, exposing his tight stomach.

“Are you and her… okay?” I dared to ask.

Brett smiled. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. It still ached from sleeping in the balcony chair.

“Does she know about… things like last night?” I asked.

I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it. I felt like diving off of the balcony. I stood my ground, bearing the weight of the bigger man’s gaze.

“Be less fun if she did, I guess,” Brett said.

Hearing his words made my groin ache. His wife didn’t know. Neither did mine. Nor would she ever. I expected it to make me feel worse. It didn’t. I stared at the bulging flesh behind his open shirt. Brett stood there waiting. I chewed the inside of my cheek. I knew if I walked over there he wouldn’t stop me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I needed to walk away if I wanted to keep my sanity. I wasn’t gay, no matter if I’d given in to curiosity the night before.

It would be the last chance I’d have.

The thought struck me like a knife in the chest. Brett stood there patiently. He knew. If I let the night pass by, I’d leave the hotel and perhaps never have another moment like this one again. Whether I wanted to face it or not, my dick was getting hard just standing there a few feet from the man. The outside world was gone. I didn’t have to put on a face or pretend like I hadn’t thought of Brett’s dick all day.

I walked over to him. My hands slid inside his open shirt and around the bulk of his midsection. Brett let me do it. Immediately I lost myself. My hands squeezed at his tight skin, never satisfied with just one spot. Before I knew what I was doing, the man’s tight ass was in my hands. We were so close together now.

I looked up into his face. Brett was wearing a knowing little smile.

“I told you,” Brett said. “All it takes is a taste.”

I shuddered. Feeling the bulk of his ass cheeks through the underwear wasn’t good enough. I slid my fingers through his underwear and tugged the mounds of thick flesh into my palms. I stared into Brett’s eyes as I did. There was no way I’d leave the hotel without doing this.

“I don’t get it,” I said to him in a hushed tone. “I… I’m not gay or… I’m married and I’ve never once thought of….”

“You want what you want, Will,” Brett told me. His hand slid around my shoulder up to the back of my head. “It doesn’t really have to make any more sense than that.”

Brett was better with words. He told me exactly what I needed to hear. I wanted him. To my shock, I let myself go. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. Arousal bloomed within me like a mushroom cloud. My whole body trembled and grew weak. I gripped the firm ass in my hands so that I wouldn’t fall. Brett’s big arms welcomed me in. His mouth opened and our tongues found one another yet again.

I’d never kissed anyone that way. Just the action itself was raw and desperate. Brett and I wove our tongues and our lips together slowly, but with an eagerness that drew our bodies tighter. I had to taste more. If I was all in, I wanted to go the distance. Soon I was kissing his hard cheek and sucking on the thick trunk of his neck. A huge hand held my head and guided me along.

I sank lower. I was amazed at how satisfying it was to tear my mouth across the expanse of a single pectoral muscle. This was not the soft doughy flesh of a woman. The skin was stretched so tightly here. Eventually I planted my head near the rounded base of the single muscle and found Brett’s stiff nipple. I sucked it into my mouth as hard as I could. I heard the breath rushing into my nose. Brett was letting the shirt fall away from his shoulders. I saw the crease of flesh where his bulging arm met his body. His hands were in my hair. Spiced aromas from his underarms filled my nose. It was intoxicating. That was a man’s smell, one I was familiar with. I crammed my face into Brett’s chest and whirled my tongue over his nipple.

It still wasn’t enough. I was hungrier. I was on a single knee now, mouthing the guy’s abdomen. His stomach was so hard. My hands were diving lower. The waistband of Brett’s underwear was tugged further down his ass by my wrists. The fabric stretched, sliding down the man’s waist. I saw it happening. I saw the skin below his navel appear. The maddening sensations within me only grew exponentially. I jammed my hands deeper into his underwear behind him until the base of Brett’s cock was visible in the front.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was already down here. I was already kissing and groping the guy like a pent up virgin. I needed to see it. I dug my fingers behind the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down his big thighs. I kept pulling and pulling, desperate to reveal the full thing.

The cock still sagged low but wagged free of the underwear. Not even the bulk of Brett’s huge thighs could make it look less impressive. Shades of pink and red stretched down its length. A swollen vein curled down around one entire side of Brett’s dick. I could smell him. I thought of how Stephanie smelled when I put my head between her legs. This was nothing like that. The scent was musky and overpowering. I thought I could feel the heat on my face. I watched his dick lifting with each beat of his pulse.

I didn’t wait for him to get hard. I didn’t look up at Brett. What I wanted was right there. I took the thing in my fingers and pointed it into my open mouth. My lips stretched wide and the shaft filled their shape. A fat cock head slid through my taste buds. I bobbed my head and felt the massive tip peel through my lips. I shoved it back in and watched the shaft enter my mouth.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. The living thing responded to everything I did. I swiped my tongue around the head and felt it swell back into my mouth. I dragged my tongue across the bulbous vein and the shaft stiffened in my fingers. A heavy pair of hands rested on my head. I was aware of every labored breath above me, and the huge chest that swelled forth. I could hear tiny moans from Brett. It made me greedier for more.

I leaned away to catch my breath. It hadn’t even been a minute and I was gasping through wet lips. I stared at the glistening dick that twitched in my hand. I tilted it up. I tightened my fingers around it. I was in awe of the thing I held and the power it held over me. I could think of nothing else. I didn’t care what anyone might think in that moment. Raw sexual energy coursed through my veins. I could feel the same energy filling the piece of meat in my hand.

I shoved the cock back into my mouth. I sank to both knees and let my hands fall to Brett’s big thighs. I still felt the soreness in my neck as I worked my head back and forth. Each time the shaft plunged toward my throat, it pushed my jaw open wide. The motions were so fluid, but every jab of the cock beat at my throat forcefully. I realized Brett’s hips were moving. I watched the abs above my eyes writhing and rolling.

I don’t know how long Brett fucked my face. I was content to let him shove the thing into my mouth as long as he wanted. There was a moment where I felt like I was watching myself sucking dick. The awareness that I was on my knees in front of a muscled guy letting him do this to me should have disgusted me. My eyes crossed and rolled toward my forehead. I began to moan each time the fat cock head rammed my neck.

I gulped the dick up from my lips again. I had to breathe. When I did, I felt fingers tugging at the shirt I wore. In an instant it was pulled over my head and tossed away. Brett’s big hands took me by the arms and lifted me to my feet with ease. My wet lips gasped right in front of his face.

The look he gave me was intimidating, but set my insides ablaze. The man’s eyes were almost glazed and yet a fiery focus burned right through me. Before I even realized what was happening, Brett was shoving my pants to my feet. He advanced, and I had to move back quickly to not trip over my own clothes.

I fell to the bed. I sat upright, suddenly aware that Brett was now completely naked. We’d moved so fast. I saw flesh bounce with the man’s heavy steps. He was on me in seconds. Our faces met. He didn’t seem to care about the saliva smeared on my chin. Brett wound his tongue through my mouth and crept over me. I sank further under his weight. My legs opened out of some innate reflex. Brett lay between them. His huge chest settled upon me.

Brett pinned me to the mattress and kissed me. There was no darkness to hide what we were doing. Lamplight gleamed from the man’s head and his mountainous shoulders. My eyes shot open wide when I felt his erect cock prodding across my cotton underwear. I dug my fingers down the skin of his back.

Brett pulled away. His face was right in front of mine.

“I think we need to finish what we started, don’t you?” He said, bringing his lips down to brush across mine as he spoke the words.

A dull throb filled my entire groin. I remembered the pain of the previous night. It should have been enough to dissuade me. I remembered the fullness, the way he felt deep inside me. I might never get to feel that again.

I nodded. “Do it.”

Brett cocked an eyebrow at me and thrust his lower body up across mine. I felt the impossibly stiff thing digging and straining.

“You sure?” Brett said. “I don’t even have to give you a pitch?”

I shook my head. “Just do it.”

Brett mashed his lips to mine once more and pushed himself away. I was left cold on the mattress while he turned and stomped back across the room. I stared at the ceiling dazed. I wondered if I really meant it. I glanced down to see Brett fiddling with his luggage. I had no idea what he was doing. When he stood and stepped back between my legs, I was able to marvel at his naked body in the full light of the room. I scanned his toned upper body, down his tight abs to the bouncing erect cock jutting up from between his thighs.

I still didn’t think I was gay. If I was, I’d picked a hell of a guy to be gay for.

Brett was rubbing his hands. I blinked, realizing they were glistening and oily. Just when I understood what he was doing, his hands clutched my underwear by the waistband and pulled. In one swift motion, Brett jerked my boxers free and tossed them aside. One of his hands slid down my inner thigh beside my balls and went right for my ass. The other wrapped around my nodding dick.

I groaned loudly. Fingers slid deftly across my asshole. A few times they pressed so firmly I thought one of them might slip inside of me. I braced for the penetration that never came. The length of my cock was assaulted by a tight oily palm. My entire shaft felt like it was being hit with tiny electric shocks.

Brett stood up and slid both of his hands around his cock. I watched him. The moment began to sink in. The muscles in his forearms and biceps rolled and contracted. The fat head of his dick malformed in his grasp again and again. I stared at him. It was like watching someone load a gun or sharpen a knife. The hairs on my body stood on end.

Brett smiled down at me. That predatory look still sharpened his gaze.

“Think you can stay put this time?” His hands slid off the end of his dick to let it stand on its own. “Or should I hold you down?”

I was speechless. I watched Brett gently lift both of my legs. He climbed into the bed below me on his knees. I swallowed, but the knot in my throat didn’t go down. My thoughts swarmed through my head like flies. In a single instant, I thought of backing out, rolling from the bed, calling my wife, grabbing the thick chunk of flesh and stabbing it in, flipping on my stomach so as not to watch, begging him to put it in….

I lay petrified with my legs open wide and my groin exposed to a huge naked man. I said nothing. I held my breath.

A velvety head rubbed at the tight wrinkles of my asshole. I stared up at Brett. He stared back into my eyes. His body eased forward. I felt the contraction building like a coiled spring in the man’s cock.

My asshole spread around the head and sucked it inside.

I finally exhaled. As I did, I let out a loud broken moan. The pain returned. Now I was more focused on the feeling of the twitching bulb inside of me. It climbed deeper. I spread my thighs wider. Brett sank closer over my body. I thought I could feel the vein on his dick slide through me. The man was close enough that I could grab him. I did. To my surprise, I clutched his sides near his waist and pulled at him.

Brett obliged. My ass opened further deep within.

My own cock was jumping. I only noticed it when a hard body lowered itself against it. My balls spread in their sack and bore the weight of the man on top of me. The dick inside of me tugged back. It was easier than before. The pain was not as intense. The fullness was just as satisfying.

My eyes bulged from their sockets when Brett pressed into me again. The huge cock plunged deeper. It touched places I’d never consciously felt before. I thought it could go no further. It did. My head fell back and I cried out. There was no pain this deep inside me. Only the twitching of a live cock.

I finally felt the man’s balls flatten against my ass cheeks. Brett wiggled his hips and settled himself against my crotch. His arms encircled my upper body. His broad chest smothered mine. Once again, I was staring into Brett’s face, breathing each breath he took.

“Oh my god,” I heard myself say. “Oh my fucking god!”

Brett chuckled. “Don’t worry, I promised to take good care of you.”

Brett fastened his lips over mine. We kissed, much more slowly than before. I worked my tongue across his and basked in the sensation of being smothered by a man. His body was bigger than mine. I probably couldn’t wiggle free if I wanted to. I didn’t. The engorged thing inside of me twitched with life and held the walls of my flesh apart.

The hips that pinned mine lifted. Air rushed into my nose. The cock inside of me drew back. It might have been an inch or two. It felt like it was a mile. Then, I felt the fat head fighting its way back through my body. I let out a loud moan into the mouth that sealed mine.

Our bodies locked again. The cock was firmly seated into its place in my ass. I writhed beneath Brett, realizing that I could feel the thing shift and twist with every move I made.

Brett tugged it back and eased it forward again. I could feel it climbing through my ass each fraction of a second. His hips lifted and he did it again.

He was fucking me. Brett made sure to move slowly, but the man was fucking me.

Why was such an obvious fact was such a revelation to me? Of course he was. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it though. Two nights ago he’d touched me in my sleep. Last night I’d cum from the mere penetration of his cock. Now I was pinned beneath Brett feeling him pump his dick into my ass.

It was incredible.

Our lips never fully parted. Every now and again, our tongues would dart at the other. The heat of our bodies was sweltering. I felt Brett’s hard torso grow slick as it slid back and forth on my body.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brett gasped into my mouth. “If… if I go any faster, I’m going to bust.”

The force of the words reverberated through my entire body. Against my own will, my asshole seized around the shaft locked inside of it. I stared at Brett dumbfounded. Again, it should have been obvious. How else did I expect this to end? Part of me wanted him to do it. I wanted to know what that felt like.

But I didn’t want it to end.

“Then keep… going slow,” I told him.

I saw the corner of his mouth tug up into a grin.

“I take it you like it better tonight?” Brett asked me. “We gotta plan these trips more often.”

The cock continued to push through me. Our bodies slowly rocked on the mattress. I thought of the bed, and the way Brett had touched me the first night. He’d grabbed my dick. He’d stroked me. Then I remembered the picture.

“You planned all this,” I said. “You… knew what you were doing?”

Brett stared at me. He never stopped grinning. For a while I thought he wouldn’t say anything. He just kept rocking his hips slowly. I hooked my legs behind him, welcoming the cock deeper. I felt no pain.

“I booked one king,” Brett told me.

My jaw fell open when the cock shoved through me with more force than before.

“I slept ass naked the first night.”

Another powerful thrust jabbed the stiff dick deep.

“I was ready to get fired if it meant I could sleep with my dick against your tight little ass.”

The moan I let out turned to a stuttering gasp when Brett’s body clapped into mine. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Just when I tried to settle on one, the meaty cock drew back and rammed through my asshole. Brett knew all along what he’d do. It felt dirtier now that I’d given in. He wanted me, and he was getting what he wanted.

“Is this why you… p-picked me for the trip?” I stammered.

Brett’s hips rolled in gentle circles. His dick twisted and slid in and out of me.

“Doesn’t have to be complicated,” Brett told me. He kissed at my lips. “I wanted this, and I knew you’d be great for the job. It can be both. I just… wanted to see if you were up for some fun, too.”

I kissed him back, amazed at how I felt no more pain. Brett’s cock was exploring every inch of my insides, and it felt incredible.

“Does this… mean that you’re gay?” I asked timidly.

Brett pressed his hips in slow. The length of his dick filled my ass. It kept burrowing until I felt his balls against my cheeks down below. He watched as I sucked in a deep gasp that didn’t seem to end.

“Does that feel good?” He asked me.

I nodded. My eyes whirled in their sockets.

Brett chuckled. “Then what does it matter?”

I reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. I pulled him into my face. His hard jaw opened against mine and our tongues writhed wildly. My other hand sank until I was able to clutch a handful of his ass. I couldn’t pull him in enough. He was right. What did it matter? We were two adults having a good time.

Brett’s body eased off of me a few inches. His waist began to roll. The long dick in my ass tugged back so far I thought it might fall free. It didn’t. The sounds I made I couldn’t control. Brett’s entire cock pumped in and out of me. His ass cheek clenched and released in my fingers. The speed of his hips built. His body clapped against mine. A huge pair of balls slapped at my skin.

I still clutched the man even as his muscles began to tense. Lines formed in his neck. His jaw grew firm and square. The entire bed rocked. My fingers fought for a grip on his sweaty skin. I clawed at him, begging to draw him close again. His rigid body had found its pace, though. The oily friction in my ass began to build heat. So many inches of girth beat its way in and out of me with alarming ease.

“W-Will?” Brett gasped.

I looked into his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Brett licked his lips before I saw his pearly teeth.

“God… I’m about to….”

I hooked my legs in tighter. I needed it. The simple tug gave Brett his answer and spurred his motions.

A sharp pain dug into my stomach when Brett’s hips slammed into me. His jaw fell open. He made no sound. I felt how locked his entire body was. I knew it was happening. Brett pulled back slightly and slammed into me again. I accepted the assault. The huge dick in my ass had somehow bulged and stiffened even more. The man pulled back again and again, throwing himself against me in an attempt to bury his erection as far as he could.

I felt the warmth seep into me. Brett’s cock felt so slick now. I blinked, watching as he finally let forth a series of moans. His arm buckled. Brett’s heavy body collapsed on top of me. His chest pressed me into the mattress with his every erratic breath. I could feel the base of his cock twitching in the ring of my asshole. Even that felt slimy. I couldn’t tell if it was from the oil or….

I squeezed the man’s ass. His body was now draped across mine. My thighs ached from being spread wide. I ignored the feeling. Instead I focused on the dick that throbbed inside of me. I imagined that it was still dribbling cum. I gently whirled my hips, feeling how slick everything felt… even inside.

Brett turned his face toward mine. For a while we just stared at one another gasping for air. I still wiggled beneath him, feeling his cock lose a bit of strength inside of me. When I couldn’t resist anymore, I pressed my lips to his. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling. Whatever it was, or why, I didn’t care. It felt dirty and devious. I loved it.

When our lips finally parted, Brett lifted himself on his hands and pulled away.

“Jesus Christ,” he said looking down at me. “That was amazing.”

I smiled wearily. Brett stared at me a few seconds longer, then I felt his hips drawing away from my body. A fleshy dick started to slither from my ass.

“Consider your debt paid, Will,” Brett chuckled.

I tightened my ankles behind him. With both hands, I clutched the tops of his ass and tugged his hips closer. It was an odd sensation. I’d only felt the intense stiffness inside of me. The long cock slid back in all the same. I locked my legs in deep and held Brett there.

He looked at me. I saw his grin.

I nodded up at him. “You ever go for two?”

Brett held himself over me for a few seconds. Then, he sank back onto my body. I welcomed the wet heat and squeezed his ass back into place.

“Never have,” Brett said, bringing his lips close to mine.

I spread my thighs open.

“Never know until you put yourself out there,” I said.

“Baby I think your ride is here!”

I set my coffee cup in the sink and finished the last bit of eggs on my plate. Wiping my hands on a towel, I adjusted my shirt and headed into the living room. I wasn’t late. I knew we’d be waiting at the airport for another hour and a half. Still, I hurried through the house trying to calm my breathing as I went. It was no use.

I lifted the handle on my luggage and wheeled it toward the front door. Stephanie emerged from the hallway just to my left. She was still working an eating into place. Her makeup was done. She was beautiful. Even in a simple blouse and skirt, her figure brought the outfit to life. She lit up when she saw me. Stephanie hugged me, and I squeezed her in my arms.

When we pulled away, we held each other by the arms. Stephanie gave me an exaggerated pouty expression.

“Aw, I’m gonna miss you, though,” My wife told me.

“It’s just for the week,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back by Friday night and we can stay up late watching movies.”

Stephanie cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, there bud,” She scolded me.

I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips and her face felt so soft against mine. Our faces parted and we shared a few seconds that seemed to drift. Her eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I wish I got to travel,” Stephanie said. “Seems like you’re always going somewhere fun.”

I rolled my eyes and reached for my luggage again, slinging my laptop bag over my shoulder.

“Yeah, trust me,” I said, “you aren’t missing out on anything. I promise you by the second day I’ll be dying of boredom.”

“Well, please be careful,” Stephanie reminded me. “Call me when you guys land?”

“You know I will,” I replied.

I gave Stephanie a final peck on the lips before dragging my luggage out the front door and down my front steps.

“Love you!” She called to me.

“Love you, too!”

The SUV was still running. I opened the hatch and stuffed my luggage and laptop bag in the back with the rest of the bags. I waved once more toward my front door before I climbed in the passenger seat.

I buckled myself in. Brett pulled the shifter down and eased away down the road.

“Hey, man,” I said casually. “Got our tickets right?”

Brett smiled and looked over at me. “You know my plans always come through.”

I scoffed and grinned out the window.

“Right,” I said. “I’m expecting a heart shaped hot tub at the condo.”

Brett laughed. “That might be outside of our travel expenses, Will. Do you know who you work for?”

“Well, lead the way boss,” I told him.

Brett’s smile only grew. He shook his head and stared out the windshield through his sunglasses.

I leaned into his peripheral vision.

“What?” I asked.

I saw the way the man shifted in the seat. His hand squeezed at the steering wheel.

Brett shrugged. “Actually, I was hoping to let you take lead this time. You know… let you get used to throwing the pitches for a change.”

I stared at him. Brett turned a familiar grin toward me.

“I think you’ll like it.”

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