Fugly by K Z Snow Page A

you. If I hate anybody, it’s myself.”
    David kissed him with startling passion, both tender and wild, as he ran his thumbs over Jake’s nipples. Their cocks rubbed against each other and poked at their pubic hair. “Wait
    ’til you read my story.”
    “The one that—”
    “Yeah, the one that’s going to be under your back in two seconds. Now lie down.”
    It was all too much to process. The static of excitement that filled Jake’s body had also shorted out his brain. He fumbled onto the desk, sliding over papers and folders, feeling an occasional pen roll beneath his ribs or rubberband stick to his damp skin. As he shifted into a fuckable position, something thumped to the floor.

    “Don’t worry,” David said. “It’s only the stapler.”
    Good thing the computer had its own desk.
    David leaned forward and gave Jake’s cock a quick, firm suck. “Pull your knees farther back,” he said, helping get them in the position he obviously wanted. “There, that’s good. Now pull your scrote skin taut.”
    “It’s already tight.” Hell, his balls felt throttled.
    “Tighter, then. I want to see your nuts.”
    Jake opened his mouth and closed his eyes and tried to stretch the skin of his sac snugly over the contents. “I’m starting to hurt,” he whispered. Now he really craved some dick up his ass.
    He’d never before felt this vulnerable during sex—weak and aching with hunger; legs spread wide to a man intent on honing that hunger and doling out satiety on his terms; eager to take whatever he was given.
    Too late to turn back now. He’d asked for it. What’s more, he wanted it, vulnerability or no.
    With his fingertips, David simultaneously traced the outline of Jake’s balls and the path of his taint.
    “I need it,” Jake said. “Now. You can’t…do this right…with me lying on the desk.”
    “Bet me.” David gripped the undersides of Jake’s thighs and shoved his legs backward.
    In an instant, Jake’s knees were nearly to his ears, and hard, sheathed cock probed his ass. Groaning, he gripped his wood. The cramping congestion that filled his lower abdomen crested as David crept deeper and lapsed into a slow, determined rhythm.
    Jake couldn’t tell what broke him. Whether it was his own pumping hand or David’s thrusting cock, the orgasm came within minutes, its repeated, deep clutch-and-release taking control of his body and making his limbs spasm. And David came too, his dick pulsing perceptibly as he uttered a muted cry and went rigid all over.
    Jake’s mind cleared as his climax began to wane. That shit David had said, what was it all about? “I’m crazy about you.” What did that mean? Especially in the context of those epithets? None of it made any sense.
    “You just reminded me again why you’re my favorite client,” he said as David withdrew.
    David laughed lightly and carefully peeled off the condom. “Bullshit. I hardly make you any money.”
    “Yeah, well, the rest wouldn’t deliver me from celibacy.” Jake fumbled off the desk.
    “And do it so well. Now who gets to use the bathroom first?” His fond smile faded when he noticed that David’s expression had changed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “Jesus. The blotches on your skin, they’ve gotten worse. They’re even a little bumpy.”
    “ Bumpy ?” Jake felt himself blanch beneath those roseate patches. “Maybe…maybe it’s from the excitement. You know, blood pumping and temperature rising and all that.”
    His laugh was brittle. “You give me fever.”
    “Maybe.” David didn’t sound convinced.
    Jake touched his face with trembling fingers and hurried into his office’s small restroom. David followed and stood beside him as he gazed bleakly into the mirror.
    “But I don’t look any different to myself,” he said, trying to keep shrillness out of his voice. Wide, confused eyes stared back at him. “Why would I suddenly look different to you ?”
    “Let’s wait ’til we meet Todd