Nothing succeeds like success

The evening was getting dreary. I peered out of the window for a short while. I could see the dusk set in. The evening rush of cars with headlights and tail lights moving out of the IT park through the narrow lanes made the impression of a computer game. I looked back again at the discussion that was going on in the board room. The real estate client meeting was supposed to end at 4 pm after the deal was closed, but it was 6.45 pm and the closure was nowhere in sight. I looked at my boss Hitesh Waswani, who was strenuously putting on an act of excitement, but the clients were simply not budging. I had lost interest in the discussion an hour ago when it became clear that the clients were only ready to pay one fourth of the negotiated amount. But Hitesh’s verve in spite of the bad tiding was noteworthy. I could not hide my boredom any longer. Suddenly, Hitesh turned to me and spoke firmly. Almost all the crosstalk in the room had come to a standstill.

“Ravi, what is your opinion about finalising this deal for Rs27-lakh. Will we be able to pull it off with our subcontractors. Just take that into account and give me your opinion”, Hitesh asked me pointedly. He had exasperation in his voice. I like such situations which can quickly unsettle the client who have been negotiating for three hours.

“No, sir. We will not be able to do this deal for Rs27-lakh. Our costs for three months would be more than Rs43-lakh", I said with alacrity. For a few seconds there was complete silence. I tried hard to hide my expectations. I could see the four officials representing the client firm shift in their seats. Finally, their chief spoke slowly and deliberately.

“Then I think we would settle for Rs50-lakh as our last and final offer. It is take it or leave it”, Arun Kamath, chief technical officer of the real estate company said. It was our turn to stay quiet for a while to conceal any excitement. Hitesh pulled a long face almost as if he is going to refuse the offer. But I knew what was in store as we have been playing this tango for months now with so many of our clients. He also spoke slowly and deliberately.

“After having spent so much time in this negotiation I don’t think we should let this offer just pass. So, I think we would also be happy to close this deal for Rs50-lakh”, he said. Arun Kamath could not hide his excitement any longer. He sprung from his seat to shake hands with Hitesh even before I had consented to the deal. He was beaming. The rest of the lot in the board room looked at me to check if I had any conditions to add.

“Well, it will be Rs50-lakh plus 18 per cent GST”, I said as if it was all over and got up to shake hands with Arun. He stiffened for a moment, then when I held his hand he relented with a smile.

“I like your attitude. If Arun ever sacks you from your job you can always come to me”, he said with a guffaw. Arun was looking embarrassed but he also joined everyone else in the unrestrained laughter. Suddenly all the stress had relieved from everyone's face. Our colleagues from the other side of the glass wall of the board room were looking at us with a lot of expectations. I just winked at one of them. In less than five seconds the board room was filled with soft strumming of guitar which was also the usual piped music after a deal is struck in the office. It was all well choreographed.

When success breeds success

A couple of bellboys shuffled into the room holding tall glasses of beer. The sight of beer in glasses with condensation completely changed the mood. Everyone spoke to the other shaking hands, rubbing shoulders and the talk centred around the long weekend. I excused myself to go to the washroom. I could see a couple of my team members also follow me to the washroom. When about six of my colleagues entered the washroom and the door closed behind them I pulled off my tie and spoke with unrestrained pomp and glory.

“We have met our target for this month with just one client. And I think we will be able to double our income by the month-end”, I said.

Everyone in the company knew that my team was the highest grosser for the last seven months and I was slated to be a senior partner by the end of the year. The youngest Senior Partner in the industry. Almost all my team members came and hugged me. They also knew that their salaries would go up 100 per cent this year after appraisal. That was my promise to them if we surpassed the target every month. We spoke for a long while even as more and more people joined us in the loo. There was excitement in the air. The clients were excited because they got the deal at one-half the price they had budgeted for, even as the deliverables that we promised were incomparable to what anyone in the industry would.

In about half hour our clients left and I and Hitesh went to see them out at the parking lot. That was rare, but this kind of a deal was also rare for a start-up like us. When I was back in my office I phoned a few of my friends to celebrate the evening. But most of them turned down the offer to drink in a pub or have a late dinner. I removed my jacket and placed it on the backrest of my chair. I sat on my chair disappointed that I had no one to celebrate with. Almost an hour passed. Even Hitesh left after getting a little tizzy with six glasses of beer and vacuous self-promotion.

The guard came in to tell me that everyone has left for home and I was the only one in the office. I told him I will stay late so he cannot leave for home. He was cheerful and didn’t show any disappointment for the late duty. I stood at my table to clear all the papers. After about 10 minutes the guard was back again. He asked me if he can watch the TV in the reception area. He had rolled down the shutters. I nonchalantly agreed. My mind was far away planning my next move in Hyderabad. I knew I would have to travel to Hyderabad twice this month.

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. The guard was back again to check if I needed to buy dinner.

Starting to make a pass

“Sir, there is a new Punjabi dabba which has been opened just across the street. You like street food so I wanted to ask you if you would like to order from there. He also makes good Kerala parantha”, the guard said. I looked at him for a long while. Then it struck me that after such a long and successful day why should I just go home and sleep. Shouldn’t I be celebrating?

“Did you have your dinner?” I asked the guard with slight discomfiture. I was hoping I was not getting too informal.

“No, sir. I have not brought my dabba from home and I would be having the same as you do”.

“Oh, is it? Do you think the food is made clean because I have a sensitive stomach”, I said not knowing if my Hindi was right when talking about human anatomy.

“Oh yes, sir. They make it clean. That Sardar has six children and they all eat what they make in that dabba. I have had it so many times. It is also relishing”.

“Ok, then order for both of us. I am celebrating today. We did a good deal with the customers who came here. They are also quite happy”, I said.

“Yes sir, I know you are quite happy today. Everyone in the office was talking about you”.

I didn’t want to speak to the guard about the deal as I was over with it. Now we needed to deal with the delivery issues. So I thought of making this informal.

“Do you drink?” I asked him.

“Yes, sir I usually drink beer with friends”.

“But today I am planning to have single malt. It is whiskey and it is very smooth”.

He looked a little confused about agreeing to have whiskey with me.

“Don’t worry, it is really good and I will take care if there is any problem”, I said not knowing what I meant.

“Okay, sir”, he said and waited for a moment before continuing.

“Should I bring the glasses?”

“Oh, yes, wash and bring two glasses. I have the whiskey here in the refrigerator”.

The guard quickly turned away and before I could get the bottle of whiskey to the table he was back with two glasses. I poured a large for both of us and filled the glasses with ice. We raised a toast for our successful careers and then gulped down the drink together in one go. He was good at it though he was doing it the first time. I have been drinking whiskey on the rocks for the last 15 years since my college days. He shook his head in the after-effects of the neat whiskey and extended the glass for more. I poured another large in both the glasses, filled them with ice. He took it and again gulped it in one go. Now he looked quite shaken by the drink. I just sipped my drink and pretended not to be aware of his condition. Finally, he blurted out in a loud voice.

“That is the best drink I have had in my whole life. It is incredibly good”.

I only smiled at his appreciation. That’s what all of us would say when we have single malt for the first time. He extended his glass again for a refill. I poured an extra-large. I didn’t have to put any ice in his glass as the earlier pack was still filled to the brim. But I restrained him from gulping down the whole drink. He now sat back manspreading on the couch. I gave him a long look. He as dark and his facial features were striking. He was natural well-built almost like those manual labourers. But there was some strange kind of vibes in the room which was turning me on. I was not sure if it him or the drink which was responsible. He must be in his early 20s. I asked about it.

"What is your age?"

"Oh, I am 24 though I look much older."

"You don't look one day older than 24, dear!"

He gave me a sharp look at the choice of my words. I pretended not to pay attention to such small indiscretions. I could feel that I was breathing faster almost panting. This young guard was sexually arousing me. But I was not sure if he was feeling the same. If he cared to notice my erection was clearly visible. So I regretted removing my jacket. I have had bisexually orgies with friends for over ten years but it was never one-on-one sex with a male friend. Nature's ways with sex have always taken me by surprise. Today was another unprecedented event. 

"By the way, what is your name and where do you hail from?" I asked trying hard at my Hindi. He now started to speak to me in perfect English.

"My name is Krishna but most friends call me Locky. I am from Orissa. I completed my MBA after graduation. But last year I had to run away from home and come to Bangalore because I had an affair with a girl. Both my parents and her parents were against the affair. So I decided to leave all of them behind".

His name as 'Locky' seemed to be an accent issue. 

"Oh, you are as interesting as you look. And you told the whole story even without me asking for it. My name is Ravi Menon. I have also completed my MBA from Mumbai after graduation in IT. But tell me why are you working as a security officer if you have done your graduation and MBA. And your English is better than mine".

"I could not get any better job when I turned up in Bangalore. I even had to starve for 3 days before I got this job. I took some advance money from Sourabh, our HR chief. He paid me Rs3,000 for my upkeep till I got my first salary and deducted that sum from my salary".

I started to like Lucky's forthright attitude and his openness to tell the whole story rather than tidbits. 

"Oh, you don't seem to stop surprising me. Sourabh knows your story? He never mentioned this to me. I and Sourabh have been close friends. We even drink together every weekend.  I could have put you in a better position if I knew that you were a graduate and MBA holder".

"Almost the whole office knows about it. Can you tell me if I will get a raise from my current salary? I am paid Rs23,000 while other guards get Rs17,000 all because Sourabh wants to acknowledge the fact that I am an MBA."

"Sure you could, you actually should start working in the admin from next month and your salary in the probationary period itself will be more than Rs34,000. You will have to go through three months' probation. Is that okay with you?"

"Absolutely, sir. I have been trying with so many people here to get a better position because my roommates back in Belandur laugh at my job. It is ashaming to tell anyone my job".

His voice trailed off as I was thinking about speaking to Sourabh and any hurdle that could come in my way before promising Lucky the job. Sourabh has been a good friend but I have never given him any professional advice before. I didn't know how Sourabh will react if I asked him about taking Lucky in the admin department. We were badly in need of people in that department. Lucky waited for a full minute. Then I spoke with a tinge of uncertainty.

"Let me speak to him tomorrow and check if he can do something about you."

"Sir, can you please do it for me. I am desperate. I don't feel like going back to my roommates in the evening as they mock at my position everyday after drinking".

I looked at Lucky sharply. He seemed desperate though he was also little tipsy. He had manly features, and he did not even look like a bisexual. Or was my gaydar getting it wrong today. I sized him up from top to bottom. Lucky had a broad chest and his package between his legs also looked impressive. I didn’t know why he had kept his legs apart as if to advertise his package. He was short in height but his legs were proportionately longer. His thighs were large and his dark green pants bulged widely because of his thighs.

I picked up my phone and dialed Sourabh's number. Usually for such conversations I would have walked out of the room to speak to Sourabh in private. But I was not going to take no for an answer though Sourabh has an image in office that he is a difficult man. Within about four minutes I had convinced Sourabh that Lucky was perfectly fit for the admin probationary officer's job. Sourabh was surprisingly cool about the idea, probably because he was himself under pressure to get someone, and he knew Lucky quite well. I wasn't sure about the causes but I couldn't care less.

One thing leads to another

When I put my phone back in my jacket on the chair I saw Lucky was beaming. He got up to give me a hug. I also got up and held him in my arms. His breath was smelling of whiskey.  I didn't release my grip on him and he did not try to move away. I held him for almost two minutes. I strangely started to get a hard on. And I was also tipsy. I first kissed his eyes, then his nose and chin. He had his eyes closed. I didn't know if I could kiss his lips. Is he too drunk or is he just pretending to enjoy my embrace. I wasn't sure. Slowly his left hand moved down to my arse. He pressed my arse. It was a manly squeeze. Then his left hand started to move further around my waist. He clutched my groin tight. I don't wear an underwear and both my dick and balls could feel his hands.

"Sir, I fell in love with you since I joined here. One of the reasons why I did not leave for a better job was because I was enamoured with your looks and your behaviour towards everyone in the office. You always treat people as equals. I really love you for that".

Do people start to say the truth after drinking? I started to kiss him. I never knew I would ever get sexually aroused by someone in the office but this 24-year old guy was incredibly good. He had fairly good looks. He was shorter than me, he was dark, but naturally well-built. I moved my hands all over his body over his shirt and pants even as I held him in my arms. I had a full fledged erection. I could also feel he had one but not as vigorous as mine. My pants had spreading marks of precum already. I made Lucky sit down on the sofa and then spoke in a soft voice. I was still standing in front of him with his face at the level of my groin. 

"Can you suck me? I might cum fast. I haven't had sex for the last one month and I am also desperate for a different reason".

Lucky smiled sheepishly. He started to undo my belt. I straightened my legs so that the pants will fall off if he opened the button and the fly. And bang, the pants fell off and my hardened dick softly hit his cheeks. It was already wet. Lucky started to lick it as if he knew exactly how to go about it. I was on cloud nine. He was sucking softly and slowly. Probably he knew if he sucked harder I would come in less than five seconds. I undid his top two shirt buttons and then pull the shirt above his head along with the banian.

He had a fabulous body. It was very rustic -- dark and oily. He didn't smell of sweat or any body odour. That was surprising. I made him stand to remove his pants. He was wearing a red underwear which was old and had frayed at the edges near his big thighs. We both were wearing leather shoes so I did not bother to remove the pants completely, in case someone came in or if we had to suddenly scoot. Usually in such situations your survival instincts kick in. I kissed his ear pinna and then started to lick it. Then I softly whispered into the ear.

"Why don't you lock the front glass door just in case anyone came in".

"Don't worry sir, I have not just closed the glass door put pulled down the shutters also".

I could not hold it any longer. I laid him on his back on the sofa and started to kiss his lips and then move down. In about two minutes of vigorous licking I had reached his navel. He had short tufts of hair, and with the dark skin the hair was not even visible clearly. I licked his pubic area. His dick was as upright as mine but a little bigger. The mushroom head of his dick was bluish-pink but there was no precum. It also didn't taste of any precum. I took his dick’s mushroom head in my mouth for a short while lest he would also cum quickly. We both wanted this moment to last forever.

Then I went further down licking his balls. I licked for a few minutes and I noticed it had started to hang further down. Probably the heat of my saliva was loosening his balls. Lucky had never shaved his pubic region and I thought probably during the weekend I could do it for him. I loved manscaping, and I do it with lot of love with the best material available in the market known as Perron Rigot.

I then went down further to lick his arse. Lucky had his eyes closed as if in a trance. He lifted both his legs and held them tight over his chest. I could see his beautiful arse hole with short hair at the entrance. I massaged the arse hole with my middle finger without entering. He didn't seem to mind at all. Rather he seemed to be ready for my finger poke. I spat on his arse hole with lot of saliva. It was glistening in the bright office light. I licked some back into my mouth and then spat again. His arse hole started to open by itself as if instinctively to my finger massage and licking. I slowly inserted my right middle finger into it. I took it out when I saw a little bit of resistance. I could hear Lucky moan. I looked up to see if he was in pain. Usually if the hair around the arse hole is not shaved the hair can get pulled in when you insert your finger and that can be painful. But Lucky still seemed to be in a trance. He was moaning louder. He blurted out a few words.

"Put your finger in deeper. I love you, darling. Put your finger in".

The hard core of love-making

I spat again on his arse hole. Coconut oil would have been better but in the office you can't find that. I pushed my right middle finger inside again. This time the whole finger went inside easily. I spat again on the opening with my finger inside. I slowly then pulled out my finger. Lucky again was telling me not to remove the finger. Now I put my forefinger and the middle finger at the same time. I could see he had noticed the increase in thickness. He was enjoying the pain. I could even get the smell of shit which made me spit more saliva into his arse hole. In another minute I had put three of my right fingers into his arse hole. Lucky was certainly a virgin, but love-making came naturally to him. I wondered how much girls would have enjoyed sex with him.

I knew all this was being caught in the CCTV camera just near my cabin door. But I also knew that no one really went through hours of footage unless there was some kind of felony committed for which we needed to check the footage. And Lucky himself was the boss in the matter. I didn’t know what would happen when he joined the admin team next month. Then perhaps I wouldn’t be able to have sex in the office. Well, that was for another day. He was moaning so loud almost rhythmical to my finger push as if it was some kind of hip-hop music. He again started to say something in the midst of his moaning.

"Sir, can you put your dick into my arse. I am really loving this. Can you please do that sir".

I was any way ready for that as my dick was throbbing after an hour of excitement ready to thrust into any hole. I nodded at him and said softly, "let me try".

I removed my fingers from his arse hole and stretched his legs. His whole body had become so flexible after the one hour act. His body temperature was also unusually high. I slowly turned him around in the sofa. The moment Lucky stopped moaning I could feel the eerie silence in the room. I thought to myself, how much noise we make when we enjoy sex. I massaged his back for some time as my hands went down his arse. He just turned his head towards me and spoke in a harsh tone which was very unlike him.

"Sir, please mount on me. I want your dick inside me. This is the best sex I ever have had".

I liked his choice of words. I slowly mounted his back and gave him a wet kiss on his neck. He started moaning softly again. I have never fucked a guy before and didn't know how to enter an arse because his arse cheeks had completely covered his arse hole. My dick was throbbing and frantically searching for the hole.

"Sir, separate the cheeks and shove your dick in. Do it fast sir, I can't wait".

Lucky's desperation was evident. He had even given up on his polite behaviour now. I knew it would get rough if I did not serve him the way he wanted it. I slid down from his body. He kneeled on the floor with his pitch dark well-shaped arse ready for my assault. I kneeled behind him, leaned on him with my dick trying to drive a wedge in his arse. I pressed his chest with both my hands. Lucky seemed to genuinely enjoy gay sex so much that I wondered if he ever tried all these stunts with a girl.  Then he slowed bend forward stretching his arse hole even as he separated his legs. I bend down and spat on his arse hole after separating his arse cheeks. His arse hole was red, almost blood-shot. I did not know if it was because I had fingered him or because he was excited. I spat a lot of saliva on my dick and slowly inserted it between the arse cheeks.

I was surprised that my dick went into the hole smoothly without any resistance. I then started to pump into him holding him tightly bend over the sofa. He started to moan loudly like never before. I looked up at the time on the wall clock. It was close to 8 pm. I was sure that the whole building would be empty at this hour. Lucky could as well moan loud with the doors and windows open and not a soul would notice. He shifted his position every now and then. I didn't know if it was pain or discomfiture. I did not ask him about it as I was getting ready to cum. In another 10 minutes I started to ejaculate inside his arse.

The moment Lucky knew that I was cumming, he quickly pulled himself apart and my dick was left hanging with a lot of cum and Lucky's shit over it. It was also smelling of shit now. That made us both to spit on my dick at the same time. He quickly turned around and started sucking my cock which was still cumming its last few drops. But he had not swallowed the cum. It appeared as if his mouth was full of my cum. I had not had sex or masturbated for the last one month and the whole lot was too much for him to handle. I thought he would throw up but he did not.

He suddenly pushed me back and I fell over with my legs bend at the knee. He mounted on me still moaning under his breath. His dick was erect like a rock. I thought he was going to fuck me now. But his face was close to mine even as his hands had impaled my head to the floor. His legs were spread over my legs and he had a wild instinctive hard look on his face. No one could recognise him as Lucky any more. He started to kiss me after holding me under his weight and strength. He was certainly more powerful than I was at that moment. I knew I could do nothing as his animal instincts had taken over. It was written all over his face. I lay there immobile without daring to move. I wanted to know what he was up to.

Lucky was lying over me holding my face straight with both his hands, his torso over mine and his legs making sure that I won't escape. He then started to kiss me with all the cum and shit from his mouth flowing into mine. I was completely paralysed. I tried avoiding his mouth as the saliva, the cum and the shit were mixed well in his kiss. But he would have none of it. He thrust his mouth into mine and spat the whole thing into my mouth. My jaws were closed and there was no chance that he could open my mouth to spit all that into my mouth, but his kiss was ferocious. I could taste my cum and his shit, as slowly his tongue started to play in my closed mouth. I was still trying to keep my mouth tightly shut but by now his fingers were exploring my mouth. Almost half of the cum, the shit and the saliva was already inside my mouth.

The taste was strange -- my cum tasted like coconut water, his shit tasted like decayed food and his saliva was salty. But Lucky seemed to enjoy the taste. I knew the only way to get out of the his control was to talk him out of it. I suddenly turned my head sideways and spat on the floor. It was almost a glass full. It was brown in colour. I was worried about jaundice now. A few years ago I had licked a friend's arse passionately but was waylaid for over four months with jaundice.

I turned my head again to spit but he held my head straight up and pressed my cheeks with his right hand fingers. He was certainly more powerful than me. The pain was unbearable. I opened my mouth to relieve the pain. He immediately spat another glass full of his liquid into my open mouth. Again I turned sideways and spat on the floor. The whole liquid mess on the floor was now flowing inwards of my collar and hair. Lucky was still not ready to leave me. He was kissing me furiously. I knew that even if I tried not to swallow the mess a lot had already entered my system. He was enjoying my plight. He seemed to be having a fetish for sex slave, I thought. Finally I spoke slowly but firmly.

Men in love

"Lucky, get up and I will give you a blow job. But first I have to wash my mouth". The saliva from my mouth was still flowing out from the sides and he was licking my face and taking in the mess. I continued, "Lucky, you will get sick if you do that".

Lucky smiled and kept licking my cheeks. He spoke but his desperation was still there.

"Sir, I love you so much. I never thought sex with you will be so good. Now go and wash your mouth. You will have to give me a blow job. My dick is about to explode".

I moved him sideways and slid from under him. I got up with a lot of strain and slowly walked to the washroom. After about five minutes I came back wearing a new pair of jeans and T-shirt. I had a shower. He was still lying on the floor holding his erect dick. I spoke to him with some surprise in my voice. 

"Did you cum? I can see that you still have an erection".

Lucky contained a guffaw.

"Please sir, suck my cock now. This is the best thing I have ever done. I waited for almost a year for this, but I never knew it would be so good. I have fucked at least a dozen girls but nothing comes in comparison to this. I love and owe you so much".

I bend down and removed both his hands from his dick. I started to suck him. His dick was much harder than mine. It was a stone and almost hurting my gums. I could get hurt if he swung at me with his dick. I continued sucking him, the fresh taste of precum was exhilarating. I licked his balls and again licked his arse hole. It still tasted of my cum and his shit. I couldn't care less any more. Even as I was exploring his arse hole he pulled my hair to make my mouth come near his dick. Again, his voice was rough.

"Suck my cock, darling. Come on, quick. I can't stand it any longer. My balls are aching".

I sucked his cock for more than ten minutes. Just as I was about to go down to his balls his dick started to throb wildly. I knew he was close to climax. He was breathing heavy, moaning, holding my head with both the hands unusually tight as if to rip apart my head. Finally when he came it was also almost a glass full like mine. The cum was as hot as his body temperature. It was thicker than mine and tasted exactly like coconut flower. I savoured the taste in mouth for a long time and then licked his entire dick length and balls clean. His cum was so tasty and I licked every bit of it. If a medical test was done on him at that time there would be no sign of any cum anywhere near his dick and balls. I got up and moved to the bath again. When I was back after about ten minutes I was shocked to see that Lucky had changed to informal clothes after a shower and also cleaned up the floor. There was no sign of anything that happened just minutes ago.

"Lucky, go pick up my clothes from the washroom and put them in the washer-drier before anyone finds out. Also delete three hours from the camera footage of all cameras in the office immediately".

"Yes, sir, I have already done that", he said pointing to his notebook on the table. I raised my eyebrows as if in an act and said, "I am already impressed by your efficiency. You have passed the test for the admin department job!"

Lucky was suddenly tentative in his speech almost as if he was trying to say something that he wasn't so sure of. 

"Sir, I am sorry for being rough with you when we were having sex. I don't know why I am like that. When I enjoy the sex I become a monster. I am really sorry. I won't even mind getting another job if you take offence at my behaviour. I am absolutely sorry".

"Are you saying you have never behaved like this before?"

"Only once before when I had sex with a girl for the first time in school when I was in ninth standard".

"Oh, that only proves that we are best of friends, darling. I simply don't mind because I enjoyed every moment of it. Now let's go home. I have to cook and I am expecting friends at my place for a late night drinking session, but I am not sure".

I had forgotten about the dabba food which Lucky was to order for. And he too seemed to have forgotten about it after the eventful evening. Lucky was still in a daze. I didn’t remind him about it. I needed to think about the consequences of having sex with a man in the office. My whole career could come crashing down.

"Thank you so much for being considerate, sir. I thought I will lose my job and more importantly, I would lose you".

"I promise you, we will be best of friends for life".

I kissed his forehead to bid him good bye. "I will see you on Monday with Sourabh. I am not letting you go anywhere far from me", I said with a wink and turned to leave. I knew he would lock my room and leave in about ten minutes. But Lucky pulled me and held my face with both hands and kissed me on my lips for a long time. I could taste his saliva. His kiss was always so wet. I could sense my erection coming on again. I pressed my hand on his trouser to check if he was having the same. Not surprisingly his dick was also hard. I turned to leave before his animal instincts took over again.

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