deep in his throat. He gnashed his teeth together, his jaw tight with tension, as he attempted to draw out his gratification.
“Fuck!” he gritted out just before coming, his hot seed flowing over my hand. I stroked until he lost substance.
Carey’s eyes remained closed as his breathing calmed. I released my hold on him. He murmured an appreciative sound.
I lay back too, but when I relaxed my hand and felt the stickiness of his jizz on my fingers, I immediately wanted to wash it off. Even after the enjoyment that I’d given and received, just like before, it felt all weird. And I hated myself for feeling the way I did. I wanted to be here, for fuck’s sake, so what was this feeling of wrongdoing and depravity that kept descending over me whenever I did? I didn’t feel like this after I’d been with a woman.
I eased out of bed.
“Where ya goin’?” he asked, and reached sleepily for where I’d just been.
“Just going to wash. Be right back.”
I bathed and went for a piss, and by the time I came back to bed, Carey was asleep, snoring softly. I slipped back into bed. I watched him for a minute before tucking my head in between his neck and shoulder. He looped an arm loosely around me and mumbled my name. This was where I wanted to be.
Chapter Six
“Bryan?” I woke slowly to the sound of Carey’s voice. “Bry, I’ve gotta go into the office for a few hours.” He sat with a hip perched on the bed, caressing my chest.
“It’s Saturday,” I complained, groggily trying to focus on him. He was dressed in a dark three-piece suit, stark white shirt and blood red tie. I wanted to tug on it, pull him down and kiss him until he decided to stay. “You look good,” I murmured.
“I shouldn’t be long. I ought to be back by lunchtime. Okay?” He ruffled my messy hair. “Go back to sleep. You’ll probably still be in bed when I get back, you won’t even have chance to miss me.” He grinned cockily, looking down at me, knowing damn well that I would. He gave me a quick kiss on the mouth before heading for the bedroom door.
“Oh, and by the way, we’re sleeping in your bed tonight,” Carey informed.
My stomach twinged at the implication. “Yeah, and why’s that?”
“Your bed could use some cum stains, too,” he said, his voice fading as he disappeared.
I sat up and looked around. He had a point—the sheets were a little crusty. I lay back and went back to sleep.
* * * *
I had a hell of a time trying to keep my mind on my work. I couldn’t wait to get back home. To Bryan. This was more than I could have possibly ever have imagined. Well, that wasn’t true, my imagination had already taken Bryan in every way possible and vice versa.
It was a little strange to see him so out of his element. I had always looked up to him—followed and emulated him in every way, trying to be more like him, so that people would accept me. Until I realised that being something I wasn’t just to please everyone else, didn’t make me happy. But Bryan was always the dominant one in our friendship. Now he was looking to me to take the lead. I was the one he was counting on to teach him. My stomach took flight from the thought. I wanted to show him everything, but I’d have to take it slow, or he’d go running and I might scare him away forever.
* * * *
I didn’t stay in bed until noon, but I did sleep late. I wasn’t really a morning person, like Carey. I decided to change the bedding. I went to the linen closet and pulled out some fresh sheets. I spread the fitted sheet across the bed, but my knee caught on the partially open drawer that Carey had pulled the lube from.
“Ouch, you bitch!” I cursed and was about to slam the drawer shut, but the collection of doodads within stopped me.
I pulled it open, then wished I hadn’t. The only things in our bedside tables that we had in common was the lube and the condoms. The rest, made my butt hole clench. Toys
“Fuck!” he gritted out just before coming, his hot seed flowing over my hand. I stroked until he lost substance.
Carey’s eyes remained closed as his breathing calmed. I released my hold on him. He murmured an appreciative sound.
I lay back too, but when I relaxed my hand and felt the stickiness of his jizz on my fingers, I immediately wanted to wash it off. Even after the enjoyment that I’d given and received, just like before, it felt all weird. And I hated myself for feeling the way I did. I wanted to be here, for fuck’s sake, so what was this feeling of wrongdoing and depravity that kept descending over me whenever I did? I didn’t feel like this after I’d been with a woman.
I eased out of bed.
“Where ya goin’?” he asked, and reached sleepily for where I’d just been.
“Just going to wash. Be right back.”
I bathed and went for a piss, and by the time I came back to bed, Carey was asleep, snoring softly. I slipped back into bed. I watched him for a minute before tucking my head in between his neck and shoulder. He looped an arm loosely around me and mumbled my name. This was where I wanted to be.
Chapter Six
“Bryan?” I woke slowly to the sound of Carey’s voice. “Bry, I’ve gotta go into the office for a few hours.” He sat with a hip perched on the bed, caressing my chest.
“It’s Saturday,” I complained, groggily trying to focus on him. He was dressed in a dark three-piece suit, stark white shirt and blood red tie. I wanted to tug on it, pull him down and kiss him until he decided to stay. “You look good,” I murmured.
“I shouldn’t be long. I ought to be back by lunchtime. Okay?” He ruffled my messy hair. “Go back to sleep. You’ll probably still be in bed when I get back, you won’t even have chance to miss me.” He grinned cockily, looking down at me, knowing damn well that I would. He gave me a quick kiss on the mouth before heading for the bedroom door.
“Oh, and by the way, we’re sleeping in your bed tonight,” Carey informed.
My stomach twinged at the implication. “Yeah, and why’s that?”
“Your bed could use some cum stains, too,” he said, his voice fading as he disappeared.
I sat up and looked around. He had a point—the sheets were a little crusty. I lay back and went back to sleep.
* * * *
I had a hell of a time trying to keep my mind on my work. I couldn’t wait to get back home. To Bryan. This was more than I could have possibly ever have imagined. Well, that wasn’t true, my imagination had already taken Bryan in every way possible and vice versa.
It was a little strange to see him so out of his element. I had always looked up to him—followed and emulated him in every way, trying to be more like him, so that people would accept me. Until I realised that being something I wasn’t just to please everyone else, didn’t make me happy. But Bryan was always the dominant one in our friendship. Now he was looking to me to take the lead. I was the one he was counting on to teach him. My stomach took flight from the thought. I wanted to show him everything, but I’d have to take it slow, or he’d go running and I might scare him away forever.
* * * *
I didn’t stay in bed until noon, but I did sleep late. I wasn’t really a morning person, like Carey. I decided to change the bedding. I went to the linen closet and pulled out some fresh sheets. I spread the fitted sheet across the bed, but my knee caught on the partially open drawer that Carey had pulled the lube from.
“Ouch, you bitch!” I cursed and was about to slam the drawer shut, but the collection of doodads within stopped me.
I pulled it open, then wished I hadn’t. The only things in our bedside tables that we had in common was the lube and the condoms. The rest, made my butt hole clench. Toys
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