The Viet Bull Next Door

Normal disclaimers: if it is illegal for you to read this then don't read it. This story is about sex between two men and involves power dynamics.

I've been jerking off the same fantasy for a few days now, so I decided to explore it deeper and write it down. Hope you like it! As always, please let me know what you think in the comments or by sending me an email at [email protected]. I love our feedback.

This first chapter doesn't have a ton of sex, but I promise this series will be as horny as everything else I write in the coming chapters.

If you haven't already checked out My Life In Submission to an Asian Man, I'd love to know what you think about that, too. I'm nowhere near done with that story.

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Chapter 1

Moving Day

I’ve been happily married for two years now. My husband, William (don’t call him Willy, he hates that) and I have a beautiful open marriage which really means, even though William was the one who wanted it, I can go out and fuck with other guys but William doesn’t. I don’t know why he doesn’t take advantage of the agreement. He was so nervous about brining it up and so excited when I said yes. He just doesn’t go out and hook up. He used to say it was because he realized sex with me was all he needed. Now, he’s not quite sure what to say.

I’m a 24-year-old top, he’s 22-year-old bottom. We’d been dating for three years before we got married. We have a nearly perfect relationship. The only problem – and it’s really only a problem for him – is our sex life with each other. It used to be fantastic. Now it’s nonexistent.

The problem with our sex life started about two months ago. We live in a nice apartment in uptown. William and I were bringing in groceries when we saw the new neighbor moving in. Both of us were stopped cold in our tracks. He was 6 feet 2 inches, about, and lean, mean muscle. Asian, I guessed Vietnamese, with a few tattoos on his right arm and the right side of his chest. I could tell all of that because he’d taken off his shirt to move boxes into the apartment. William and I aren’t especially feminine, but we also don’t do anything to hide the fact that we’re gay. We just act our normal, sometimes slightly feminine, sometimes slightly masculine selves. But when this man looked up at us, the smile on his face shouted that he knew what we are.

I was stunned. He was beyond gorgeous. The English language fails to provide the appropriate words to describe his beauty. Nothing short of a model.

“Hey,” he said with a warm smile. “I’m Loc.”

Loc extended his hand and William took it first, introducing himself. Then I did the same. 

This man was intoxicating and my dick immediately grew hard as stone. I didn’t even care if he saw it, I was so drunk on his sexiness. I was captivated by his eyes as we shook hands. They were a beautiful light brown, and they were locked on my own blue eyes. His cheekbones were high, his lips full, his brows meticulously shaped, his teeth a dazzling wight, his nose like that of a model and his hair messy by design. I was soaking him in when I realized how long we’d been shaking hands. I was looking up slightly, he was a little taller than me. I could feel my husband’s inquisitive eyes on me but didn’t care.

Suddenly Loc had an expectant, inquisitive look on his face.

“What’s your name?” Loc asked with a little chuckle. His soft laugh was more beautiful than any symphony.

“Oh,” I said, stuttering a little and suddenly hot in my face with embarrassment. “I’m Austin.”

When Loc let go of my hand, he pulled it back so his middle finger caressed my palm, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being. I watched his hand withdraw and noticed the veins visible there. I looked over his upper body, knowing I should be ashamed of so blatantly checking this man out but not giving a fuck. His pecs were large and beautiful on his broad chest. His arms large but not grotesque. His abs shredded. So much muscle, but at the same time incredibly slim. I could easily my hands around his sides. It all tapered down into hips narrower than his chest, accentuated by cum gutters. The shorts he was wearing were a little looser than I would have liked in this moment, but I could still see a bump from his cock there, held in place by the Aussiebum underwear that was intentionally worn so that the branded waistband was peeking over the top of his shorts.

His skin, a tan darkening his natural Asian complexion and blemish free, was glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the work of moving in.

“Cute name,” he said finally. “For a cute guy.”

The compliment stopped my breathing like a sucker punch to the gut. I couldn’t respond, a consequence of the lightheadedness, breathlessness and mental sputtering. I managed to eek out a “Thank you, sir,” then almost recoiled at the fact that I’d called him ‘sir’ and hoped it sounded like a casual cultural thing. An “I call everyone sir” sort of response.

He chucked at it, then leaned in close.

“I prefer ‘daddy,” he whispered.

My eyes went wide and I was suddenly extremely overheated. My breath came back to me but it was shallow. I glanced over at William as Loc stood back up straight to see my husband’s brows raised and an amused, inquisitive smile on his face. Looking back now, he wouldn’t have been so amused had he known the way Loc would change the trajectory of our relationship, permanently. 

William took over all the talking because it was obvious to him I couldn’t say a single word, even if I could think of something to say. He and Loc chatted, but Loc’s eyes kept coming back to me. He flashed me a knowing and devilish smile every time he caught my eyes drinking in his beauty.

Loc told us he’d just moved here from San Francisco, where he went to college, for a new job, but he was originally from Hue, Vietnam. Hearing his accent as he talked about himself to William gave me butterflies. He was 24, worked in finance, liked understated movies and going clubbing and was an only child. 

I finally started getting my composure back just before he started asking about us. William told him we’d been married for two years, started dating when I was in college and he was in his senior year of high school and that we’d lived here together for three years.

I found my voice, to my immense relief, and chimed in, admittedly still nervously, that I loved understated movies, too, and William tolerated them for me. He preferred romantic comedies, which I liked well enough. We loved going clubbing and would go down to Cedar Springs about every other weekend. 

Then he caught us both off guard.

“So which of you is the bottom?” he asked.

I did a double take, looking back and forth from William to Loc, then all three of us laughed.

“I am,” William answered.

I swear Loc was briefly disappointed and then suddenly excited, by the look on his face, and couldn’t help but wonder what that little mood swing was about. 

“Austin must have a nice cock, huh?” Loc said with a laugh that said he was joking. It earned a laugh from William and me before my husband answered.

“More than big enough for me,” William answered with a proud grin. “So you’re gay, too?”

“Yep,” Loc answered. “One of the reasons I took this job out here is because I broke up with my boyfriend a couple months ago and since I was changing things up in my life I figured it would be a good excuse to change my scenery, too.”

We talked a little more about non-sexual topics before deciding it was time to go in. William walked through the front door to our apartment first, and as I was about to step in Loc called out to me.

“Austin, gimme your number real quick. I’ll text you.”

I did, acting like a sputtering idiot and even having to correct myself once when I switched from my number with the last four digits to William’s. When the door closed behind me, I saw William staring at me from the living room with a shit-eating grin.

“I swear to fucking god, you were like a middle school boy being flirted with for the first time out there,” William said before breaking down into uncontrollable laughter.

I’d just recovered from my embarrassment. Now William was laughing (not cruelly, mind you, just amused) at my sudden loss of communication and flirting abilities, bringing that warm blush back to my face.

“I’m sorry, I’m not actually making fun of you. I swear,” William managed to say through his laughter. “Honestly it was cute. I haven’t seen you that excited about a cute guy since you had all that trouble asking me out for our first date.”

“Jesus,” I said, laughing a little now as I headed to sit down on the couch. “I can’t believe I was like that.”

“Well,” William responded. “He was hot. Honestly I kinda felt a little something for a guy other than you for the first time since our first time making love. And by the way, if the way you were acting didn’t make it clear that you wanted to fuck that guy’s ass, that cockprint in your pants did.”

That night, I pounded William’s ass like I hadn’t in months. I was so overhyped on horny hormones that for 30 minutes straight I drilled his hole. I even played a more dominant role, something I didn’t done in almost a year, choking him, calling him my bitch, pinning down his wrists so he couldn’t jack himself off while I fucked him. It ended with him cumming hands free and me dumping a load deep inside him. William told me he missed that side of me and was glad I was bringing some power dynamics back to bed.

But when I pulled out and we finished cleaning up and laid down, even with William laying his head on my chest and running his fingers over my chest and abs, when I closed my eyes the images that flashed through my mind were of Loc standing there, so confident and casual with his shirt off and muscled body shiny from the sweat. I dreamed about him and woke up excited. I ended up fucking William’s throat before we each got ready for work.

Loc didn’t text me that day first, leaving me anxiously checking my phone every 30 seconds except while I was balls deep in my husband. William didn’t notice, or at least he didn’t say anything if he did. The next day, at work, I was distracted waiting for Loc to message me. Every time my phone buzzed I picked it up in a panic just to find that the notification was from social media or a spam text, nothing from loc. 

It wasn’t until I got home that evening that he finally sent me a message. I felt my heart jump into my chest and unlocked my phone to check his message as quickly as my fingers would allow.

“so you never bottom?” 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Was I reading too much into the message? Was he just asking personal questions out of a curiosity not bound by personal boundaries or was this, as I hoped, a sign that he was interested in me?

“i’ve bottomed a couple times, a few years back. been a while. william doesn’t top and i don’t hook up much but when i do the guy usually ends up being a bottom. and tbh i feel more comfortable topping so yeah”

His response was almost immediate.

“you cheat on him?”

A usual response. I started typing out mine and saw the bubble that he was tying, too.

“nah we’re in an open relationship”

“ngl thats kinda hot”

His message came at the same time as I sent mine, then he quickly followed it up.

“oh. i guess that’s cool too”

I didn’t really know how to respond, so just sent him an lol.

He didn’t respond that day, but the next sent a text asking if William and I would wanna go dancing that Friday. Of course I immediately said yes. William would be down.

I didn’t see or hear from Loc again until the weekend. I wanted so bad to text him first but didn’t want to seem like I was desperate for his attention or didn’t have anything else to do. In reality, I woke up every day and checked my phone for texts from him. When I was in bed, I had to check my phone five or six times to make sure he wasn’t sending me a light night “you up?” text before I could fall asleep. William started to notice and told me that if I wanted to hook up with the neighbor I should just do it. I excused it by saying that I didn’t want to complicate our relationship by sleeping with the guy who lived next door because it would be too close to home, plus I didn’t want to ruin a potential friendship with another gay guy before it even got a chance to get started. William and I had been trying to make gay friends for a while now, but so many of them that lived close enough to us to hang out were idiots or uninteresting or too busy. 

When Friday rolled around, I was so excited about seeing Loc and going dancing with him that my boss actually asked me if everything was OK. I lied, said I was dealing with some stuff with my parents (he didn’t know that I haven’t talked to them once since they got the invitation to my wedding and my mom sent me a text saying I would be better off getting electroshock therapy than sinning against her god).

When I got home, I immediately hopped in the shower and started getting ready. When I got out of the shower and checked my phone, Loc said he would knock on our door at 9. It was only 5, but I couldn’t sit still so I went ahead and picked out my outfit, fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, put on some light makeup (not enough to actually be noticeable as makeup but enough to make my skin look extra smooth), put on deodorant, got dressed and spritzed myself with the Creed Adventus William bought me for our second anniversary. 

William got home about 20 minutes after I was finished getting ready and I updated him on the plans. He was surprised, because normally I would be the one making decisions about when and where we go, even in a group, and I had never had us leaving for the clubs before 10 p.m.

I shrugged it off, telling him and myself that I just wanted to be accommodating to our new neighbor. William took his time getting ready and at exactly 9 p.m. I heard a light tapping on the door. I almost fell back on my ass when I opened it. Loc was there, wearing a see-through button down that was short enough that if he raised his arms above his head I’d be able to see his navel, tight jeans, chelsea boots with a bit of a heel to them and makeup. Unlike me, he wore his makeup as a part of his whole outfit. He had a light dusting of blue on his eyelids, black eyeliner, a few specs of glitter on his cheeks. His hair was brushed back and had a little bit of glitter in it, too. 

I almost didn’t notice the red lipgloss because it wasn’t a massive difference from his normal lip color. I hadn’t frequently found myself attracted guys wearing a lot of makeup but it worked on him. Even though I never would have expected to find Loc wearing makeup, it didn’t look out of place on his face. He was physically masculine and his voice didn’t give away the fact that he was gay. But as I looked at him, knocked back on my heels by his beauty, I remembered the way he stood and his body language was just ever so slightly effeminate, like William and me. 

He was fucking gorgeous. In fact, I felt an immense ping of guilt when I realized I was more attracted to him in that moment than I had been to my husband in our entire relationship. That couldn’t be good.

“Where’s hubby?” Loc asked, walking through the door and brushing past me to walk and sit on the couch.

“Oh, he, uh,” I started. 

Breathe, I reminded myself.

“He’s almost done getting ready,” I finally managed to say. “Shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”

Loc nodded and leaned back on the couch, putting his arm over back of it.

“Why don’t you sit with me while we wait for him?” he asked me.

“Oh, uh, sure,” I answered, walking with shaky legs to the couch and sitting down on the opposite end. I looked over at Loc to see him staring at me and quickly looked away.

“I promise I only bite in bed,” Loc said with a laugh as he shifted to sit right next to me. His muscular arm was now resting on my shoulders and he was sitting angled to look at me. My cock was instantly steel hard. Again I found myself intoxicated by him. His strong hand slowly found its way to my upper arm and gripped me there. He was wearing Le Labo Santal 33 perfume, and I instantly decided that if there is a heaven it had to smell just like that. 

“How was your week?” Loc asked me.

I could feel his breath on my ear as he talked and smell the mintiness of his toothpaste and mouthwash. It gave me goosebumps. 

“It wasn’t too bad,” I said. “Nothing much happened after we met you.”

It was a lie. Looking back at me week, it was torture. I couldn’t honestly say if anything else interesting happened after we met him, because the only things I could remember were fucking William hard and long each night and suffering in desperate anticipation of a text from Loc.

“Yeah?” He asked, scooting even closer and simultaneously pulling me in closer to him by my shoulder. “You and your hubby must have a super healthy sex life if this week was normal. I could hear you through the wall, fucking the shit out of him every night. Last night you made it an hour.”

Oh, shit. Were we bothering him?

“Oh, sorry,” I said, blushing. “We’ll try to keep it down.”

I turned to look him in the eyes and found his face two inches from mine. 

“I didn’t mind,” he whispered, his free hand finding a place to rest on my knee. “It’s cool that the two of you have a good sex life. That was one of the problems I had with my ex.”

His breath on my face as he spoke felt amazing. 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, not sure how else to respond. 

“Nah, it’s OK,” Loc said. “He just couldn’t keep up with my needs. Not just the regularity but the sub-dom dynamics I need almost every time I have sex.”

Damn. Not what I expected.

I was quickly finding out that nothing about Loc was going to be what I expected. A guy like him who needs cock up his ass regularly and needs to be dominated is a dream. Like William, except constantly submissive in bed.

I could actually feel the precum leaking out of my rock hard cock, drop after drop pushing its way out to soak into my underwear. As I was sitting there getting totally lost in a brainfog of horniness, Loc reached up with the hand he’d moved up to my mid thigh and brushed a stray hair out of my face. We kept eye contact for a minute, me unable to speak and Loc having nothing more to say. Then he stood up from the couch, leaving me there feeling as though I’d melted into a puddle. Not at all what he would want in a dom top partner, I knew, so I tried to pull myself together. 

“How long before Willy is ready to go?” he asked me.

“He should be ready any minute now,” I told him. “And he kinda hates being called Willy, by the way. William or maybe Will.”

Loc grunted an “mm” of acknowledgement and walked toward our bedroom door.

“You ready to head out?” he called to William through the door.

“Yeah, sorry!” William answered. “I didn’t realize what time-” he opened the door “it was.”

William was unfazed and immediately went for a hug with Loc.

“You look fucking fantastic!” William said as he hugged our neighbor, before giving Loc a hello peck on the cheek.

Loc offered to drive us to the club and we walked in together. As soon as we got inside, Loc grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the dance floor. I quickly reached out and took hold of William’s wrist and pulled him along with us.

When we got to the middle of the dance floor, the three of us started by dancing together. After about five minutes, Loc slipped away and returned with three tequilas with cranberry we drank as we danced. When we finished those, he went and got another round, then another. Before long, we were all tipsy.

William eventually wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. We danced, our lips locked, but I quickly found myself worried about Loc being left to feel like a third wheel. We danced like that for about 20 minutes and then I pulled away. We brought Loc back in and the three of us danced together. When my eyes found Loc’s face with a flash of light reflecting off the light dusting of glitter on his face and a drop of sweat on his forehead, I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. When he raised his arms above his head and his shirt lifted up to his belly button, my eyes went down to soak it in for a moment before looking back up at his glorious face.

Loc caught me staring, locking eyes with mine, and I knew I should probably look away but decided not to. His eyes were smoldering, his mouth slightly open with a grin touching the corners as he looked at me. 

The liquor had given me courage. I found myself holding his eye contact, not entirely because I was hypnotized this time. In fact, it was mostly because I remembered what Loc said about needing to be dominated. Fuck the consequences of fucking my neighbor. My husband knew how I liked getting with different guys and he was OK with it, so what did it matter if it was the guy who literally lived next door? And I felt like it wouldn’t mess up the potential friendship with Loc. He didn’t seem like the kinda guy who would get attached too quickly or let lust and sex get in the way of a good friendship.

Suddenly, before I even realized what I was doing, I had my hand on the back of Loc’s neck and was pulling him in. When our lips met, I wasn’t sure I hadn’t died and found myself in an afterlife paradise. I opened my lips to run my tongue over Loc’s as a sign that I wanted to taste the inside of his mouth but before I had the chance his tongue darted into mine. His arms were wrapped around me, pulling my body into his. 

I leaned forward and put my weight on him as we continued sloppily swaying to the music and started stumbling around the dance floor. I was slightly concerned about William but knew that any time I found a guy to make out with in the club he would do the same. His intention wasn’t the same as mine; usually I was trying to get laid, he was just having fun making out. When I did peek his way through one eye, I saw him lip locked with a cute femboy and decided I had nothing to worry about.

As the music blared and I felt myself getting lightheaded from the makeout session, I took my hand that was on Loc’s upper back and slid it down to the small of his back. He did the same to me, but went a step further and grabbed ahold of my ass. I followed his lead and then decided it was my turn to take it further. I kneaded his exquisitely firm ass in my hand and doubled down on my kissing, trying to slip my tongue into his mouth but finding myself unable to get his own out of mine. 

The night ended before we knew it, and I was hit with the realization that Loc and I had been caught in an embrace, our lips and his tongue in my mouth dancing with the beat as the rest of our bodies were — sloppily — for more than two hours. I was out of breath, as was he. I looked over to see William with a devious smile swatting the hand of the femboy away from his dick and giving him a final peck on the lips before walking to us and jumping at me. I grabbed under his thighs and held him up as he immediately started kissing me. This time I did get my tongue in the mouth of the man I was kissing. 

When we left, I had my arm around William’s shoulder and Loc grabbed my hand to hold. 

Loc swore that he wasn’t drunk, and by the way he was walking and talking I believed him wholeheartedly, and drove us home. When we parted ways, he gave William a peck on the lips to say goodbye. I saw my husband blush, but didn’t have long to look before Loc grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and pulled me in for another passionate kiss. 

When we got into our apartment, I was all boned up and ready to fuck my husband as I had every night, but he was far more drunk than me and ready to pass out. So instead, I stripped, laid in the bed next to him, grabbed ahold of my hard cock and started absentmindedly jerking it while looking for porn to watch. I was searching for a vid of a white guy dominating an Asian guy when I got a text notification from Loc.

“you wanna come over? i’m horny”

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I looked at William. He was out cold and wouldn’t be waking up any time before mid-afternoon at the earliest. Sure, it was already 5 a.m., but what the fuck. I was horny, too.

“be right there,” I texted back before hastily getting dressed again and trying to fix my hair up again. Sure, this was a post-club, near sunrise booty call, but I wanted to look the best I could under the circumstances for him. My cock was throbbing at the thought of having those full lips wrapped around my cock and feeling that muscled ass every time I thrusted all the way into his hole.

I knocked on the door and Loc immediately opened it. Ass naked. His cock, sticking out fully hard, had to be more than 7.5 inches. Close to 8, maybe even a half inch longer than that. His legs were slim but pure muscle. Nothing grotesque, like some body builder or meathead. Just sexy and perfect. As I was admiring his fully naked body for the first time, Loc reached out and grabbed ahold of my shirt collar and yanked, pulling me into his apartment and slamming the door shut. Before I had a chance to react or even look around his place, Loc was pushing me down to my knees. I didn’t resist, though considering I was still fairly drunk I’m not sure I could have even if I wanted.

When he put his cock at my lips, I opened my mouth without even a hint of hesitation. Loc grabbed a fistful of my hair and started fucking my throat. I reached down and fumbled around with the front of my pants, managing with considerable difficulty to open them up and fish my cock out to jerk. I couldn’t see anything but Loc’s body. With each thrust in, my nose smashed into his pelvis. He was perfectly smooth. His pubes weren’t shaved, they were perfectly gone. His cock was harder than steel but the large mushroom head and the skin on the shaft was smooth as silk. He tasted great, and each time he pushed into my throat and pulled out until his head was about to slip out of my lips he left behind a trail of sweet, delicious precum.

I was gagging on every thrust in and sputtering for air on every pull back. It wasn’t at all what I was used to and I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was with it, but I didn’t really mind. I’d never had a bottom like him take such control during oral, but I couldn’t say I didn’t like it. I could feel tears streaking down my cheeks from the constant battery of the back of my throat and everything else that comes with the less attractive reactions to being throat fucked, but it wasn’t three minutes in before I felt my orgasm coming. I tried as best I could to hold it back, but I took my hand off my cock too late and sent cum spraying onto the hardwood floor. Loc wasn’t done, though, and I couldn’t tell him. I tried pushing back on his thighs, but Loc just brushed them off and kept going. 

Sure, I was in my post-nut period where I didn’t really want to to keep going, but I decided that if I wanted the chance to fuck Loc some other time when I didn’t nut prematurely while choking on his cock, I should keep going. It was another two minutes of constant assault on my throat before Loc put his free hand in my hair and grabbed ahold of it.

“Get ready,” he grunted softly. “I’m cumming. Swallow it.”

He pulled back so that his head was just inside my lips, the corona of his head almost slipping out, and I frantically lashed at it with my tongue to give him maximum stimulation. I knew I loved it when William did that with my cock and figured he would enjoy it, too.

The first volley of hot cum shot straight to the back of my throat and I swallowed. The second landed on my tongue and I luxuriated the slightly acidic, sweet, a little salty taste. Loc then pushed his cock all the way back to my throat and kept on shooting, moaning and grunting with each round fired into me. Every time I swallowed and my throat muscles contracted and massaged his cockhead, Loc let out a loud “unghhhh.”

He kept his cock there after he finished unloading until I couldn’t breathe anymore and tapped him on his tensed ass. I was looking up at him with that cock buried deep in my throat. He looked down at me, panting with a satisfied grin.

“Oh, yeah,” he said with a little laugh as he pulled his cock slowly back. He inhaled sharply as the overstimulated cockhead brushed over my tongue. He let go of my hair slowly and then knelt down and grabbed me under my armpits to help me up.

“Thanks,” he said breathily, smiling at me. He gave me a long, slow kiss. “I needed that.”

“For sure,” I answered shakily, my voice rough from the throat fuck. “Sorry I got cum all over your floor and finished before we could fuck.”

“No worries, I was just tryna get some head tonight anyway,” he said, walking toward his kitchen and grabbing a roll of paper towels. The way his ass flexed and dimpled as he walked was so hot. “And the cum on the floor isn’t any big deal. You can use this to wipe it up.”

Loc tossed the roll to me and I tore off a towel before kneeling down and wiping it up. It didn’t strike me until I was standing up that it was a little odd that I was kneeling down and cleaning my cum off his floor considering he’d just ravaged my throat and I was still catching my breath, but I didn’t dwell on it. When I stood up I realized I hadn’t put my own now-flaccid cock away so I did that.

Loc was walking back toward me, now wearing a Vietnamese-styled robe and carrying two glasses of water.

“Wanna chill out on the couch before you leave?” he asked, looking at my hands and seeing that I was holding the roll of paper towels in one and the cum-soaked paper towel in the other. “You can put the roll on the counter and throw the dirty one away on the way over there. But take your shoes off, first.”

Loc was back to his normal self. A little more take-charge than I was used to from my bottoms, but I kinda liked that. I did as he said and followed him to his couch, getting my first look at his apartment. It was smartly decorated. Clean, bright, lots of open space, very modern. The walls were decorated with what looked like original artwork, some of it American and some of it very clearly either from Vietnam or influenced by Vietnamese style and some framed writings in Vietnamese. 

I sat down next to him and Loc handed me a water before kissing me deeply. He held the kiss for a few seconds.

“You give some great head, cutie,” he said softly. “I hope we can do this again next time, maybe go further, too.”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, my voice still a little rough. “I’d love to fuck.”

Loc chuckled.

“I bet you would,” he said playfully with a devious grin. “But next time you think we’re gonna fuck, take the time to prep for it, please. I don’t wanna get my dick dirty when I go balls deep in your pussy.”

Wait. What?