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It’s another hot and humid morning.
I check myself before leaving the house. My grey polo shirt hugs my body in just the right way, and the dark blue pants complement it perfectly. I’m not really muscular, but I have good mass. A consequence of being very active alongside loving food. My usually short hair is longer than I’d like, though, especially in this heat. I make a mental note to visit a barber later as I try to flatten it into place.
Finding everything in order, I grab my phone, wallet, and keys, and exit the apartment. Right away, I’m hit with the overbearing heat that’s been choking the entire city for the past week like it owes it money. The sweat begins to form beneath my thin layers of clothing, and I know it won’t be long till my pits are stained. At least no one points out how sweaty or smelly you are when the whole population is being sun-dried together.
Cursing the sun in my head, I stand in front of my building, waiting for a cab, when a Honda minivan stops in front of the building.
“Morning! Want a ride?” My neighbor, Danny, rolls down the window and asks me.
“Thanks, man! It’s not too far off, no worries,” I instinctively reply.
Danny and I are good neighbors, and by good, I mean that we greet each other in the hallways when we meet and share a few words about the weather or the government, or how expensive everything is. So, I’m not super excited to get into a confined space for some time with him. Now, Angel, on the other hand…
“Where are you going? I’ll give you a ride if it’s on my way,” he repeats his offer, and the cold A/C coming from his car busts down my reservations.
"Be honest, is Calbin Blvd. on your way?”
Danny gives me a wink and nods at me to get in. I sigh and do so, glad I escaped the heat but dreading any awkward silences on the way. He gets a bit overwhelmed, trying to reorganize the mess in his car, old garbage and kid toys, to fit me in the passenger seat next to him.
“What a weather, ha?” I give him the setup, and he launches into an angry rant, locked and loaded, about how living is so hard in these trying times.
I let him go on, nodding my head every now and then to let him know I’m listening, and observing him in the process.
Danny is almost the same height as me at 6’, but almost 20 years older at 41. He does look the part of a middle-aged dad, and his bald head and small eyes contribute to the tired impression he always gives.
As my gaze wanders over his slight beer belly and steals a quick shot at his thighs and crotch, my mind wanders along in practiced routine.
I reach out and grab his dick through his jeans.
“Hahahaha, didn’t think you’d be this cock-hungry first thing in the morning. Should’ve known better,” Danny smiles at me.
I don’t say anything, I’m desperate enough as it is, and he knows it. It’s always humiliating having to initiate it, but the itch it scratches in my brain is so worth it. He himself seems pent up. Wife probably isn’t putting out.
“That’s right, bitch. Suck my cock,” he says, his forced demeaning talk kicking in the moment we start.
His eyes remain focused on the road, but they narrow in concentration as part of his brain gets occupied with the guy struggling to free his cock. It doesn’t take long for me to free his dick, all 6“ of it. It isn’t particularly thick, but it has a nice shape, just the slightest curve upwards with a smooth, pink head. Half-hard and springing out. His bush is also wild and untrimmed. I feel myself salivate a bit.
I bury my face in his crotch without hesitation, easily swallowing his entire length and feeling it poke the back of my throat. The smell is intoxicating to say the least. He smells, in a good way. The smell of manly sweat and musk. I suck eagerly, savoring the taste of warm cock in my mouth to satisfy my morning lust.
“That’s it. Fucking bitch,” he says, grabbing my head and fucking into it a bit, still trying to focus on the road and so slamming my head into his belly instead of down on his dick, “You live for this shit, don’t you? Need this big dick to fuck you?”
I give a muffled whimper as I try to breathe from his choking hold, still attempting to take as much of his dick as possible, now frantic for his load.
The car slows down to a stop in a tucked-away alley. Danny relaxes back in his seat, finally letting me go, and raises his hands behind his head, spreading his legs and acting like a king being serviced by his subject. I happily continue sucking him, now working harder, applying more pressure, and using my hands trying to milk a good load out of him.
“That’s it, that’s my bitch!” His voice grows higher as his whole body tenses up.
I recognize his movements and fully swallow his dick as it spurts in my mouth, feeding me a load I desperately need. His cum is sweet, which isn’t my favorite, but it’s still cum, so who cares. His body gives a spasm or two, but completely settles in bliss once his orgasm passes. I immediately let go, knowing he doesn’t like the feeling of over-sensitiveness on his dick.
“Get in the back. I still have half an hour before work,” he orders, and I comply, getting into the backseat of his messy minivan, throwing a dress his wife left there to the trunk as he gets behind me, forcibly pulling my pants down against my belt’s restraint. The tug hurts me, biting into my hips and uncomfortably squeezing my junk, but the pain is soon replaced with pleasure as he squirts some of the lube he started keeping hidden on him and drives inside me without so much as a rub of his fingers.
I groan, but the combination of awkward sideways position and his fat, slightly hairy body behind me works its magic on my nerves, causing me to turn into playdough in his hands. He lifts one of my legs as he drives in from behind, forgoing the sex talk as he fucks me like a man fucks a Fleshlight, selfishly going in and out of my relaxed, jittery hole. The embarrassment of the situation only works to heighten my arousal, causing me to spew precum on his seat, but I’m too turned on to care.
He gives a loud grunt as he dives in deep, then unloads a couple of weak thrusts compared to his earlier orgasm. As expected of his stamina, but still enjoyable. I clamp down on him as I jerk furiously, and I cum, from the embarrassment and outdoor nerves, rather than his fucking.
“Oh, fuck!” He says, still breathing heavy, realizing my cum was now on the back of the driver's seat.
“Sorry,” I apologize without thinking as I sit and steady my breathing.
“No worries. I have a bottle of rubbing alcohol for this.”
He puts a hand on my shoulder and reaches behind to produce said bottle, then bends down to wipe the traces of our session from his family’s car.
“I knew this was gonna happen again, so I kept one in the back, just in case,” he says, still having not recovered his breath, as he concentrates on getting everything out.
It takes him five minutes, during which I fix my clothing and check myself for leaks. I wipe my asshole for any stray cum and get a few strands. Thinking it's better than wiping it somewhere, I lick it off. He gets back into the driver’s seat next to me and gives me a look when I lick off his cum while still coming down from his sex high.
He probably thinks I’m pathetic, but I think he is too, so it’s even. Plus, it isn’t like we’re dating or anything. It’s all just physical. I let him use my holes and he quites my cock-lust. Friends with benefits, I guess the label would be.
“Anddd we have arrived,” Danny announces, looking behind me at a road sign.
Suddenly, I’m back in Danny’s real minivan. It’s cold and nice and so comfortable I lost track of my fantasy.
Blinking hard and stretching my limbs to buy myself some time to recalibrate, I adjust my half-chub and turn to Danny.
“Thanks, man. You really didn’t have to,” I say sincerely.
“Hey, don’t mention it. It was on my way anyway,” he pats my shoulder, and for a second, I could smell him for real.
I repeat my thanks as I exit the car and until Danny finally leaves earshot, taking a deep breath as I turn around and face the rest of my day.
“He smells better than I imagined,” I think to myself as I head to work.
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“You’re late!”
“I’m not. My shift starts at 8.“
“It’s 8:02.”
“Those two minutes were specifically curated for you to shove them up your ass.”
Mac fake-clutches his pearls, pretending to be offended. I laugh and ruffle his wavy hair.
At nineteen years old, Mac is the newest addition to Cozy Cabin's kitchen crew, a restaurant/ café that boasts an aesthetic interior with green scenery. The owner’s insistence on keeping the place small in scale is what allowed it to thrive. Having every little thing under control meant and tuned just right for people’s pleasure, meant more business, and before we knew it, we had a long list of reservations at any given time. It’s a pretty new place with nice pay and good hours, and I was lucky to nab the job through a friend.
Mac, a new junior chef, is fresh out of school and filled with that youth energy that makes you question whether said youth is dumb or for real. He was really clumsy when he first joined, spilling ingredients and bumping into others a lot, but he showed a real initiative to learn, and I took him under my wing, making him my unofficial little helper. I had learned ages ago not to hand out love and care willy-nilly, no matter how much I want to, but with Mac, we hit it off correctly, and I was able to trust him within the limits of our professional relationship as coworkers. As a roundsman, I help out everyone in the kitchen, but Mac had special treatment at least.
“Who’s that guy who dropped you off? A new boyfriend? You going for daddies now?” Mac smirked at me, nudging me with his elbow as I put on my kitchen clothes.
“He’s my neighbor, your horny rabbit. Not everything is about sex,” I say, realizing the irony of my statement.
It definitely helped that both Mac and I were gay, which meant more camaraderie in the hostile kitchen. You’d think there ought to be something between us, but that’s not the case, thanks to me setting the boundaries firmly. Mac is sweet, but he’s too young in mind for my tastes. Not stupid, but still has some growing up to do.
“So, anyway. Clark JUST asked me to haul the potatoes from the freezer. I TOTALLY wasn’t waiting for you or anything!” Mac lies in the most obvious way, and I roll my eyes at him.
“Alright, lead the way.”
I motion for him to move and then follow behind. It strikes me how Mac looks cute from behind, too. His golden locks shake with every step, and his white chef outfit covers him pretty nicely, showing off his slender, white arms. There’s nothing much to see from his grey, baggy jeans, but my memory fills in the gaps with how his ass fills out his tighter pants, testing my self-restraint.
We enter the freezer and are greeted by many boxes of potatoes, too many for the happy-go-lucky twink to carry alone.
“Alright, boys! Let’s get this party started!” Mac announces with a raised fist, performing to an invisible crowd.
He bends down and puts power into his legs as he lifts, like I taught him, and I can’t help but marvel at his petite figure.
Smirking to myself, I close the freezer behind me and block it with a moving stand, then turn to a busy Mac and pull my hands backward before bringing them down hard on his ass. Mac, who was bending over and trying to get a good grip on the potatoes, yells in surprise as he jumps in place.
“ASSHOLE!” he turns around and punches my shoulder playfully.
“Sorry. This asshole couldn’t resist that delicious ass,” I say with a smirk as I grab his ass and pull him towards me.
He brings his hands around my neck, the difference in our heights making itself known, and laughs.
“Woke up feeling horny today?” He asks, his voice full of signals.
“You can go ahead and cut off my dick with one of Clark’s knives if I ever stop getting rock hard for you, baby,” I fall into the roleplay we both love so much.
We kiss, hot and wet and urgent. We can’t be here for long, and I need to empty my aching balls. He knows it and is happy to oblige, turning around and undoing his pants. They fall off way too easily due to their size, and he sticks out his ass while holding on to a locked-in moving stand.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask him through gritted teeth, already undoing my own pants.
“Fuck, I need you inside me, now!” He replies, playing into the act while making sure we don’t take long.
I spit a couple of times in my hand and rub it on my cock and on his asshole, the latter quivering at my touch. He needs it as badly as I, the little sex rabbit. His big, toned ass shakes slightly, a mixture of cold and excitement, as it invites me to dive in.
I push in, finding it easy to bottom out right away. He must’ve played with himself this morning or yesterday night, I think to myself as I let my cock get used to the feeling of his tight insides squeezing me with that youthful vigor only a younger guy has. He starts pushing back on me, and I understand the message he’s trying to deliver. ‘It’s all good. Fuck me already!’
Grabbing him by the shoulder to angle him better with one hand, and furiously jerking his cock off with the other, I start fucking into him, enjoying the way his ass milks my cock, happy to be fed. Loud skin-on-skin slapping and muted sex groans fill the freezer as I turn up the pace quickly, wanting to get my morning release and give my little sex rabbit his load.
Mac’s moans start getting louder, and reach a dangerous volume when he cums, his ass grinding into me so desperately, it almost knocks us over. My own orgasm follows right after, flooding his ass with my pent-up load.
It takes me a while to finish spurting and recover, and he’s sweet enough to wait. The moment he feels me start to slide out, he calls for me.
“Clean me up! Please!” He asks, his eyes telling me I owe him as much.
“You betcha’,” I say, and drop to my knees behind him, parting his firm, taut globes, and diving into to feast on my seed.
Mac starts making other noises, lower this time, thankfully. It barely takes time for his pink, smooth asshole to relax and squirt out my load, feeding some of it to me and refusing to let go of the rest.
“Your hole’s not giving up anything else, I’m afraid,” I say, rising up with a smile and a deep breath after feasting on his tasty hole, “Remind me to get you a pregnancy test when our shift ends.”
I give a final smack to signal the end, and he turns to me with a worried expression.
“But... It’s impossible for me to get pregnant,” he says, wearing a look of hurt and dread, ”You see… I’m ALREADY pregnant! And you better take responsibility, buddy!“
“You should try auditioning for soap operas sometimes,” I laugh at his performance and bring him in for another kiss, probing his asshole with my middle finger for fun.
“And live up to the gay theatre kid stereotype? Fuck, no!” He vehemently shakes his head against my chest, and we kiss again before breaking it off to fix our clothes and clean the mess.
“Ah fuck, some of my kids got on the box,” he says, crouching down next to the stand.
“Don’t call them your kids, and I got a paper towel. Here,” I offer him the one I kept in my back pocket.
“Ohhhhhh, someone came ready to fuck!! Naughty!” He teases me, drumming on my back while I wipe any traces of our fuck left.
“Not as much as you, horny little thing,” I tease back, slapping his ass again.
I can’t help it. It’s so much to handle such a full cake!
“And that’s all!” Mac announces to the invisible crowd once again as he drops the potatoes, wiping his forehead with his forearm.
I turn around as I lay mine on the ground. At one point, I got so into the fantasy that I sported a full-on boner, and at an awkward angle to boot. Unable to fix it without making Mac notice, I hid it with the box of potatoes until we arrive. Crouching down, I fix it covertly before getting back up, matching Mac’s energy.
“Thank God I was here! Who knew what your string bean-looking ass would’ve done otherwise.”
“You talkin’ to me, punk?” Mac spins around, shadow boxing against my chest.
“Calm down, rabbit,” I say as I flick his forehead.
“Sorry for the trouble, though, for real,” he says with an unexpected normal tone.
“Hey, don’t mention it,” I assure him.
“No, it’s cause I volunteered to do this because Joe couldn’t, and didn’t realize it’s too much work until it’s too late. Thanks for your help.”
His smile is a little disarming when he says that.
“W-” I stumble over the word before finding my rhythm again, “What couldn’t Joe do it, though?”
"She had to go home for a bit to get something for her kid, or something like that.”
I flick his forehead.
“HEY! What’s that for??” He yells, rubbing the spot where I flicked him.
“Just felt like it,” I give a neutral response.
After all, I couldn’t tell him how his random acts of kindness betrayed his more genuine side. I also couldn’t tell him how that made me feel bad about holding a certain image of him in my head.
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Work passes by fast thanks to Mac’s endless chattering about anything and everything, including his new gym crush, whom he insists is the one.
“I’m telling you! We have whole conversations with our stolen looks. It’s totally gonna happen!” He says way too excitedly as we exit the Cozy Cabin.
“I believe that’s called Schizophrenia, Macintosh.”
“I swear, I’ll text you updates tomorrow. I’m sooo making a move today!”
He waves goodbye as he gets on his bike, and I can’t help but laugh at his excitement, wondering whether to feel happy or sorry for him.
I walk towards the bus stop. I like taking the bus, but it’s slow, so I can’t always rely on it. Thankfully, I have nothing left on my schedule today, so I can enjoy the slow ride. Would’ve been better with another person, a boyfriend maybe, but what can you do?
It arrives in minutes, beat up but working well, and I get on and struggle to find a seat in the crowded mess. I end up sitting in the last row, next to the window. On the other end is a short guy wearing a pale pink button shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. The color of his shirt stands out against his smooth, dark skin, especially with the golden watch on his hand and the golden chain around his neck. Needless to say, he gave off a rich-guy-who-was-comfortable-in-his-richness vibe as he scrolls on his phone with a bored look.
He notices me checking him out almost immediately, and we exchange glances that need no explanation. He tucks his phone into his pockets, stands up and adjusts his fancy-looking belt, then sits back down, except we’re basically side to side now, hidden behind the seat in front of us.
There’s no need to say anything or perform any foreplay rituals. I reach out and place my hand on his crotch, my gaze fixed in front of me at the bus to make sure no one is looking. He does the same, except his handling is rougher, mashing my balls slightly and causing me to shoot up in my seat a little.
He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at me as he cups my balls, gently this time, and starts going lower between my legs, reaching into my taint and pressing down. I’m not sure if it’s a show of dominance or something like that, but I like it, and I slip my hand into his pants, realizing he loosened his belt when he stood up.
“Must be used to this,” I think to myself as I squeeze my hand beyond his underwear and feel his warm trunk stir between his legs.
He lets go of my front end and pushes my hand rather clumsily as he reaches into my back, pulling at my shirt and inserting his hands between my skin and clothes, reaching for my ass. I fish out his dick, and out comes a snake that was bigger than I imagined or felt. Maybe it’s cause he was on the shorter side, but his dick looked long, heavy, and delicious.
My eyes completely leave the front, depending on him for that, as I start to salivate over the warm cock waiting for me. His hand grabs at my ass, pulling and pushing like he’s rummaging through a treasure chest, trying to find a prized piece. It isn’t long before he does, pushing between my hairy mounds to probe at my hole and circle it with expertise.
I feel myself melt into this touch, slowly riding on his fingers and trying to encourage him to go further. He goes in slightly, his fingers practically kissing my entrance ring. It isn’t deep because he suddenly stops being that forceful, and because of the awkward angle.
His hand withdraws, and I steal an annoyed glance at him, only to be met with his hand at my side, tugging on my shirt, out of view, and guiding me to go down. I look at his crotch again and see his cock grows larger and longer between his legs, its dark weight hypnotizing against his clothes. I gulp, take a look at everyone to make sure they’re too busy for us in the seats in front, and ever so slowly, while looking elsewhere to seem uninterested, start sliding down my seat.
I’m halfway down there when the bus suddenly stops, and I shoot up back in my seat, possibly alerting everyone to myself, had his hand not decisively grabbed me by my shoulder. From the sounds up front, it seems that someone was getting off. I try to breathe, my pulse probably double its normal rate, and resume my descent, my fear unable to contain my cock-lust.
The moment I go out of view, I reposition myself between his legs, now marveling at the treat in front of me. He doesn’t look down, head fixed up and front, but he grabs my head nonetheless, more aggressively than I would’ve liked, and forces my head against his big cock, chaotically rubbing me against it in a humiliating ritual. I say nothing and try to enjoy it.
And it is enjoyable. The smell of his musky cock sinks into me, releasing the chemicals in my brain as I open up my mouth like a good slut. He pulls me back and starts slapping me with his thick shaft and purple head, not leaving anything as he passes my cheeks, my extended tongue, my eyes, and my forehead.
I realize then that I’m painfully throbbing in my pants more than I ever did today. One of my hands goes down to desperately rub my dick through my pants, the crouching position locking my dick and balls in a pleasurable chokehold against the tight fabric. Meanwhile, he starts pushing his dick in, gently at first, but way roughly after.
I struggle to accommodate it, the weird position and jitteriness of the public act causing me to fight for my life as I mute myself forcibly. It goes on like this for a bit, a sort of tug of war between my mouth and his dick, until he seemingly grows tired of it.
I suddenly feel something wet and smelly hit my forehead and eyes. Grimacing, I look up and realize that the bastard spat on me. Before I could consider getting up and causing a scene, he just as quickly tugs at my hair and forces my head back and his cock out, then starts shooting ropes of warm cum all over my face.
I’m stunned, unable to speak as he drenches my face with his load. Some of it lands on my lips, and I reflexively open my mouth and start swallowing. The sheer absurdity of the fact causes me to start shooting in my pants as my legs grow weak and I collapse at his legs.
“Hey man, you good?” The guy asks me out of the blue.
“I- uh- what?” I blink and try to understand what he said.
“You looked real bad just now. You good?” He repeats his question, already looking halfway at his phone.
“I- uh- Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just a little tired,” I say, trying to fix my sitting position as well as possible to hide my painfully contained erection.
“Cool,” he says and goes back to scrolling on his phone.
My head falls to the front, resting against the seat as I wake up from another stupid daydream.
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Walking up the stairs to my apartment because the elevator’s busted once again, I try to hurry, practically begging to be let out of my clothes and into a nude state. I need to cum, and I need to cum now. I have to stop myself from running as I get close to my front door and try not to drop my keys.
“Oh, hey! Coming back from work?”
I almost grimace at the thought of being held hostage by Danny, nice as he is, but I find a magnificent surprise when I turn around and see Angel standing outside his front door, the one next to mine, on the other side of Danny’s.
“O- Oh. Hey! Funny see- seeing you here!” I stutter despite my best efforts.
“In front of my apartment? Why is that funny?” Angel laughs as he wonders about my stupid question.
I curse myself for being an idiot. I’m lucky that such a 10/10 cute guy is laughing at my words, much less talking to me. His golden brown hair gleams beautifully on his head under the hallway light, and his kind, brown eyes stretch at the edges as his laugh envelopes his whole face. I can’t help but be instinctually drawn to his lean figure and tan skin, and how his nicely marbled proportions fill out his tailored banker suit perfectly. Seeing him in that neat get-up gets me, and I talk even if I’m tripping over my words.
“Yo- Work. You coming back from work?” I ask like a high school teen with a crush.
“No, actually. Work finished early, and I was out with some coworkers for lunch,” he shares with a smile.
“Where did you go?”
"Oh! It’s this new place called Cozy Cabin. A bit small, but very nice vibes. You should totally check it out.”
“Oh…” I mutter, failing to react properly.
“Well, I’m beat. See you around, neighbor!” He excuses himself, waving at me before going inside and closing the door behind him.
I remain in the hallway for a second longer before going in myself. Closing the door, I slowly slide against it to the floor. The apartment before me is half a mess. Some empty cans and cups here and there, an unmade bed, strewn clothes. It’s not the worst, but it isn’t a good sight at all. But none of that matters right now. I plant my face into my hands as I silently scream at my stupidity.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING. WHY WHY WHY!!!”
I could’ve told him I worked there. I could’ve hooked him up with a reservation for next time. We could've seen each other more and, and...
I breathe out in frustration. I can still do that, you know. I can march out and knock on his door. Tell him all about what I’m thinking. I could even ask him about…
My cock throbs between my legs, having remembered its desperate need to let out its cum. It’s suddenly much hotter, and my clothes feel awkward and confining as I free my cock, springing free at its relief, and grab a dirty shirt from next to me. Laying it out on my chest to not stain my good clothes, I open Twitter and start scrolling my exclusive porn feed while jerking my cock at the front door like a maniac.
I usually enjoy taking my time masturbating, but I feel so horny and pent up, I just have to cum now. After that, I will definitely talk to him. I will get up, fix my apartment, knock on his door, and maybe invite him inside. There’s so much to do, but my brain pushes all of it down as my eyes pass over the numerous porn videos flashing on my screen. A gruff tucker nailing a young jock in a vehicle, two bottoms sharing a double-ended dildo, a guy cumming hands free, a guy slamming down on a huge monster cock in reverse cowgirl, a compilation of guys getting full-nelson-ed…
The stimulation picks up with my rhythm, and it’s barely a couple of minutes before I’m shooting all over myself, groaning into the air as my orgasm hits harder than I anticipated. My own cum flies further than the dirty shirt on my chest and stomach, reaches my collar, and leaves a big glob there and below my mouth.
My body goes limp after the orgasm, exhaustion setting in as I struggle to stay awake on the floor. I throw the used shirt aside before the cum leaks through and onto my clothes, staining them more. In that half-awake, cold state, a film plays in my mind, showing me the heat I so crave.
I fully lie on the floor, my head gently resting in Angel’s lap, who sits behind me.
“You made a mess like you always do,” he laughs like he usually does, pushing the hair off my sweaty face.
“I was so fucking pent up, you have no idea,” I reply, turning around to lie on my side, taking in the smell of him.
“Well, I’d love to watch you sleep in my lap,” he says, his nimble fingers poking my cheek, “But we can’t be late for our dinner reservation. And you promised we’ll clean the apartment before we go.”
“Don’t wanna,” I refuse, eyes closed and face turned.
“And break your promise with me?” He says, his voice betraying slight provocation.
I raise my legs high, then launch forward, shooting upwards in one motion.
“Not as long as I’m your boyfriend. Sir, no, sir,” I declare, saluting the air.
Angel breaks out in more laughter, his voice turning my gloomy apartment into the most welcoming space. He stands up and grabs my collar.
“Consider me lucky, then,” he pulls me closer, our lips barely touching.
“No, I’m the luckiest man alive by all means and standards, baby,” I say, before giving him a heartfelt kiss, a gentle connection through our lips.
From my cold, uncomfortable position on the floor, my cock stirs again, desperate for something more than mere sex and fantasies as I drift off to sleep, all the troubles of the world melting away into Angel’s smiling face in my mind.
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