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It was music that awoke us. It was soft, at first, a lovely lilting piano carrying into my dreams. But then the lyrics kicked in:
’Makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast, faces pass, and I’m homebound.’
I sat up, and I turned to see a wide-eyed Victor; he looked petrified.
“Your alarm is Vanessa Carlton?” I asked, almost laughing.
“I… forgot to change it before you came over. Sylvia, I’m up!” And the music stopped immediately.
“I think it’s cute,” I said, rolling to nuzzle on his chest. “I mean, who doesn’t like that song?”
“That’s what I’m saying,” he said, rubbing his eyes.
“Does Sylvia have a sex playlist? Or is it just more Vanessa Carlton?”
“Well, her cover of Paint It Black might be on it.” He chuckled.
“What time is it?” I asked. He had said the cars were arriving at 9:15, and I was curious how much time that left us.
“8:00. I like at least an hour to get ready when I’m at home.” He stretched, my head still resting on his chest, and that was when I realized he had some morning wood. And we had an hour.
So I slid my hands under the satin sheets and found it with my fingers, wrapping them around the shaft. I gave it a tug, and I tilted my head up. He was smiling with his eyes closed, so I pushed my face up just far enough to kiss his neck.
“Mmm, perhaps we can both take the day off.”
“Won’t I get in trouble?” Of course, I wanted to spend the day in Victor’s mansion with him. Honestly, I would’ve been fine to never leave that enormous bed.
“If I’m not at work, what administrative duties do you have to do? Paulette knows how to take a message.”
“I have Saturday off. Why don’t you take Saturday instead, and we can be together then?”
Why am I telling my boss not to give me the day off? I questioned. But I didn’t want to draw suspicion.
“You’re right, Garrett. If we get in the habit now, we’ll never be at work. And even my father would start to wonder… I will plan something for Saturday.”
“But in the meantime,” I said, tugging his cock again. “We can still have some fun before we leave.” I was hard now, too, and time was ticking until the cars arrived.
“Yes, please,” he breathed.
So I slid the sheets down past his knees, and I straddled him, grabbing both of our dicks in one hand. His nearly hairless body looked so pristine, even after fucking and sleeping. I worried I looked unkempt. But I shirked away the thought and focused on the cocks in my hand.
I stroked us together, the head of his cock lined up with mine. Victor’s hands were on my upper thighs, this thumbs on either side of my balls. As expected, he was making very direct eye contact, but the sleepy look on his face was rather adorable. He had an open-mouthed smile that quivered with each slow stroke.
The warmth of his cockhead felt good against mine atop the satin sea of sheets. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I could feel a bit of slickness, like we were both leaking precum on each other.
“You should fuck me one more time,” he whispered.
“Would you like that?” I licked my lips, jerking our dicks faster.
“Yes, I very much would,” he breathed.
“Would you like to listen to some Vanessa Carlton?” I asked, trying my best to keep a straight face.
“No, I very much would not,” Victor said, matching my deadpan delivery. But then we both started laughing, and I leaned down to kiss him, gently.
I got off of him, and he reached for the lube again. He passed it to me, and then he started stroking himself slowly, watching me and lifting his legs up. I realized there was a good chance my load from the night before was still in him, and I enjoyed the idea of doubling it.
I crawled forward on my knees, lining up the head of my cock with his tight hole, and I looked into his eyes before pushing into him. Both his mouth and his eyes got wide as my cockhead breached his ring. I held fast, letting him adjust, but I soon felt his heels on my ass, pushing me forward.
Oh, he’s ready, I realized. It seemed Victor wanted a second load somehow even more than I wanted to give it to him. So I began.
I slid all the way in, slowly, and he let out a deep sigh. Our eyes were locked, and I had my hands on his hips as I pulled back just slightly. Then I pushed back in, and then back out a bit more. He groaned, encouraging me to continue.
So I sped up my thrusts, listening to Victor’s soft grunts and watching that gorgeous face of his. He was smiling as I pounded him, his hands on my chest, my waist, my hips.
“Oh, yeah,” he grunted. “Mm, yeah!”
“You like this dick?” I asked in a whisper. My hips were moving steadily, plunging my cock in and out of him, feeling the tight slippery walls where my previous load remained.
“Mmm, fuck yes,” Victor hissed. I felt his fingernails dig into my hips slightly, like he was holding on for the ride.
I wanted to kiss him, but I worried about morning breath. It was too early, probably, for that. But, god, did I want to.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. The problem with someone staring at your face is that they can often read your emotions.
I kept my hips moving, but I debated answering him.
Finally, I said, “I want to kiss you, but I’m worried my breath is gross.”
“Oh!” He grinned. “Here.”
With me still inside him, he reached toward the nightstand again. Next to where the lube was, he pulled out a small blue bottle, and I watched him take the cap off and spray it into his mouth. Then he handed it to me, so I blindly followed him. It was pungent and minty—breath spray.
“For that exact reason,” he said with a smile as he placed the spray back. “Now, kiss me. I’m close.”
I knew the drill. So I slid my hands up under him and leaned down so our lips were inches apart. But I held there for a while, watching his face twist and contort. My hair was hanging over him, on either side of his face again.
“Kiss me,” he breathed. But I was a tease.
So I gave him a peck, and then I pulled away again and ramped up my thrusts, creating a loud slapping sound.
And then, I kissed him.
I leaned down, and our lips met like links in a chain. The breath spray was a good call, because I felt confident to kiss Victor as deeply as I wanted to. And that sensation amped up my arousal, so I was getting closer and closer. But I knew to kiss him until the very end.
His hands were in my hair, on my face, and his deep groans were rattling my teeth. Victor’s hungry kisses were getting more and more intense, and I felt one hand slip from my face down to where his dick was. He was really close. And knowing that, I was suddenly right there.
I pulled away, and I said, “fuck, Victor, I’m gonna cum!”
And then, simultaneously, we were both erupting. I felt the strong muscles of his ass clamp down on my pulsing cock as I rocketed rope after rope inside him, adding to my load from the night before.
“Oh, oh, mmm!” Victor’s eyes were slammed shut for once as I watched waves of pleasure wash over him like high tide.
As my orgasm subsided, I slid out of Victor. He had a watch on his wrist, so I cranked my neck at a weird angle and saw that its was 8:30. We still had a good amount of time to get ready for the day.
But what will I wear? If all my clothes, new and old, were at my apartment, I was at a loss. I’d have to wear my outfit from the day before.
“Mmm,” Victor grunted, stretching again. “Thank you, Garrett. I can’t think of a better way to wake up.” He smiled and turned his head to face me. “We should probably get ready…”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I groaned.
“If you don’t mind, I need to get ready alone. You… left something inside me that needs to come out,” he laughed. “And that’s a private matter.”
“Understood,” I giggled. “I’ll have to be more responsible with where I leave things.”
“You can use the guest bathroom, if you’d like. I apologize there’s no dryer option in there, but you’re more than welcome to use mine afterward.” He hopped to his feet and walked toward the giant bathroom across the triple-wide room. “You’ll find warm towels in the second drawer.”
The door closed behind him, so I began the trek. I passed through a hallway with some doors we hadn’t been in yet, through the game room, and then I finally found the bathroom. There were about seven drawers in different corners of the room and the counters, and I finally found a drawer of warm towels. I worried that it wasn’t safe, but I figured Victor had everything covered.
Then I used the toilet before trying to figure out the shower situation. I considered using the bidet, but I wasn’t quite sure how it worked yet, so I walked to the shower with the stone walls, and I closed the large glass door behind me. Luckily, turning on the shower was simple enough, and the water was instantly warm.
After my shower, I dried off, and then I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked back toward Victor’s room. The bathroom door was still closed, and I stood there, with only a towel. I didn’t know what to do, or what to wear.
But, fortunately, the door opened, and a wave of warm air flew out. Victor stood there, towel slung over his shoulder, with a smile.
“Hey, you,” he said, his beautiful body still damp. “Wanna dry off?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. Victor escorted me into the bathroom, and then he held his hand out. “I’ll take your towel. I have extra toothbrushes, too, in that drawer there.”
So I handed it to him, and I watched his eyes flash down to my dick, and then back up to my face. He gave me instructions on which buttons to push on the panel, and then he left me in the bathroom. I followed his directions, and a heavy wave of warm air blasted down onto me, causing my hair to resemble Medusa’s clan of snakes, slithering in all directions. After about 20 seconds, the air cut off, and I felt much more dry.
So I walked out of the bathroom to find Victor getting dressed. But next to him was a full suit.
He clocked my visible confusion, so he said, “I had one suit delivered here, instead of your apartment. Just in case. And if you go in the walk-in, check any of the drawers on the left. You can wear some of my underwear and socks, if you’d like.”
“My other options are re-wearing underwear or going commando, so thank you,” I smiled. I made my way to the walk-in closet and rummaged in a drawer. I quickly found a pair of briefs that felt softer than the kind I usually bought in a plastic pack of six.
I slipped them on, and then some socks, and I got dressed next to Victor.
“Here,” he said, grabbing my shoulders. He studied my face, and he reached his hand, tucking my hair behind my left ear. Then he tightened and straightened my tie, before pulling the tie, and my face with it, so our lips were touching. “Ready?”
“I think so,” I answered. We made our way through the house to the kitchen.
There was a woman in there, already working. Something smelled delicious, and I noticed she had two blenders running at the same time.
“Garrett, this is my personal chef, Karoline. Karoline, this is Garrett.”
She turned to me. I saw that she was a bit older, maybe a bit older than my own mother. She had smile lines and deep-set forehead wrinkles that indicated this woman had lived a very experienced life.
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I smiled.
“Likewise,” she replied, smiling, and I detected a European accent I couldn’t quite place. “I made toasted homemade raisin bread—grapes grown in Washington—and protein-boosted smoothies, sir.”
“Thank you, Karoline,” Victor said. We sat on the stools, drinking a delicious berry smoothie and nibbling on toast. Before long, the cars arrived.
I thanked Karoline again, and my offers to help tidy up were declined. So Victor and I walked toward the door together. But before the door opened, he stopped me.
“One more, before we can’t do it again for a few hours,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
I heard Karoline gasp behind us, like she was shocked. I wondered if she knew Victor was gay. How often did he have overnight guests? Or even a few hours? Maybe she was shocked to see him kiss me. I felt like he really did like me.
But we walked to our respective cars, and James drove me all the way into the city, up the parking garage, and I made my way up the elevator just in time to begin the day. Victor rolled in about ten minutes later, avoiding eye contact. And that hurt, even though I understood.
But the day went off without a hitch, and then it was time to leave. I didn’t see much of Victor all day, as he was in meetings, and so I took the elevator down to the parking garage, and that’s when I realized my car was still parked at my apartment.
“Shit!” I whispered. What do I do?
I couldn’t just ask Victor to call James to drive me. I considered a cab or ride share, but it was the busiest time of the day, and it was sure to be a long wait.
Out of options, I texted Victor.
Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but I don’t know how to get home…
But suddenly, a short car honk came from behind me. It was James.
My phone buzzed, and I checked it as I walked over to the car.
James encountered some traffic. Apologies. He’ll drive you home. Meant to tell you earlier. —V2
———
Thursday and Friday went smoothly, too. I focused as best I could on work, trying my best to keep thoughts about Victor to a minimum. But every time I took a message, or I answered a call, or I made copies, his name echoed in my mind.
By Friday at lunch, I found myself missing him. We hadn’t spent any time alone together since the night at his place, and apart from a few brief greetings and across-the-room longing glances, we’d barely seen each other.
But I hoped he’d remembered that Saturday was my day off, and he’d implied he’d take it off, too. I didn’t know what he might have planned, but I knew I wanted to see him. To hold him. To kiss those lips again.
At my desk, I felt myself getting hard in my pants as I imagined Victor sliding inside me. It was just after my lunch break, but no matter how hard I tried to stay focused on work, the throbbing erection under my desk was too distracting.
“I’ll be right back,” I told Paulette, and I quickly walked to the bathroom.
It was empty, and so I dipped into one of the stalls and pulled out my boner. This was the only way I could think to regain my focus on work—and this way, if Victor and I did spend the night together, I could last longer than a few seconds.
I started jerking, almost shamed I was doing it in the bathroom at work. But I was so proud incredibly horny—I hadn’t cum at all since the morning at Victor’s since I was so tired. So my cock was absolutely throbbing as I stroked it.
My phone buzzed, so I peeked at it and saw a message from Victor.
Where are you? I stopped by your desk but couldn’t find you —V2
Bathroom I replied. Then I got brave and snapped a photo of my dripping, hard cock.
I can’t send it, I thought. What if he opens it in front of someone?
But I did it anyway. I sent the first dick pic to my boss.
Suddenly, the bathroom door was open, and the person sat down in the stall next to me.
And then, a picture came through. It was Victor, his cock out, sitting in a bathroom stall.
“Victor?” I whispered.
“Shh,” he hissed. “We can do this together later tonight, but for now…”
I saw his shadow on the ground, and his arm was moving rapidly. He was masturbating in the stall next to me as I did the same, so I really got into it, imagining the wall between us was clear. We could stare into each other’s eyes, reach over and grab each other’s cocks.
I have to be quick, I thought. It would be suspicious.
But luckily, the almost three-day load in my balls was almost knocking on the door as I observed Victor’s shadow jerking. I wanted so badly to be on my knees, ready to swallow his load like communion wine. Even more arousing were his stifled breaths, the moans I knew he was suppressing.
Before I knew it, I was almost there.
“Shit,” I whispered, and suddenly my cock was erupting. I had angled it up, so most of my nut landed all over my hand, but some dropped down onto my pubes.
“Mmmf,” I heard Victor grunt. And then the two of us used toilet paper to wipe up, and I flushed it all down.
“You go first,” I heard him say from inside his stall. So I washed my hands and made my way back to my desk, knowing how taboo it was, what I’d just done. But I didn’t care what was taboo or inappropriate anymore.
I sat down next to Paulette and immediately got back to work.
“Will you cover for me now?” She asked. I nodded politely, and she headed to the restroom.
The rest of the afternoon was smooth. And then, it was time to leave. My car was in the garage, but I wondered if Victor wanted me to drive home, or if he wanted to sweep me away to his.
But to my surprise, as I walked toward my car, James was parked next to mine.
“I’ll follow you home, Mr. Middleditch; Mr. Tanner has requested you bring a change of clothes that are not work attire, as well as one for the following day.”
“Okay,” I said, climbing into my car. It was odd having James follow me, but other than that, it was an uneventful drive home.
When I parked near my apartment, James waved to me, so I went inside.
With the new clothes from Victor, my studio felt like a glorified closet. I rummaged through what I had and grabbed some different clothes—athletic shorts, a t-shirt, sweatpants, jeans, black pants, a couple nicer shirts of mine. I loaded them into a bag, packed two suits in a garment bag, and I made my way back to James in the car.
He graciously helped load everything into the car, and then we were off.
“Do I get to know where we’re going this time, James?” I chuckled.
“Just to Mr. Tanner’s residence. For now,” he replied, looking in the rear view mirror into my eyes.
“I see,” I replied with a laugh.
Before long, we passed through the gates, and I walked to the door with my things and input the code. As the door opened, I was hit with a wave of aromas from whatever had been prepared by Karoline.
“Ah, welcome back, Mr. Garrett!” She said as I walked in. To my surprise, she hugged me. “I have made some Polish desserts for an after-work snack.”
My eyes widened as I admired the spread of desserts, and I picked up a thin, round piece of dough that resembled a pancake.
“Naleśniki,” said Karoline. “Good sweet or savory. Try the berry medley and powdered sugar.”
I felt like a kid in a candy store as Karoline had me try just about everything. It was all very good and quite filling, and I couldn’t thank Karoline enough.
“Is that where you’re from? Poland?” I asked with a mouth full of something she called ‘kolaczki.’
“Yes, most of my family was there. I came to America to study cooking and baking, and I never left,” she said with a soft smile. But I imagined how hard it must have been to walk away from her old life in exchange for something more glamorous.
“Can I ask something?”
“Of course,” Karoline replied.
“Is Karoline your actual name? Or is it, like, an English approximation?” For once, my international studies were coming in handy.
“Close. Karolina,” she said, looking into my eyes. “But everyone always ask, ‘north or south?’”
“That’s silly. Karolina isn’t hard to say at all,” I replied, wiping my mouth with a napkin. “Would you like me to call you that?”
“If you want. Thank you, Mr. Garrett.”
And then the door opened, and in walked Victor. He grinned when he saw me.
“Hello, Garrett,” he said, hanging his jacket up in a closet by the door. “And hello, Karoline.”
She and I quickly looked at each other, and then Victor sat next to me and began sampling desserts.
“You know,” he said while chewing, “I scouted Karoline because of her impressive dessert resume. Come to find out, she can cook anything!”
Victor soon led me back to the bedroom, where I hung up my stuff in the walk-in closet. When I turned around, he grabbed me in his arms and held me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for three days now,” he said with a breathy voice.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him, too. It really felt right, having him in my arms.
“Me, too,” I sighed. And then we pulled back just enough to kiss.
And the kissing soon caused my cock to wake back up, and suddenly my clothes were coming off. And so were his. And then I was on the bed and Victor was straddling me.
He lay down in top of me, and we kissed more. I felt his hard dick shoving into mine, and I felt Victor’s hands reach up to take my hair tie out.
“That was very naughty, what you were doing in the bathroom,” he said, sitting back up. I blushed. “But you’re lucky I like naughty things.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I admitted. “So I had to take care of it.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, pushing his hips forward so our cockheads mashed together. “That picture you sent made my mouth water. It’s been years since I received a picture that turned me on that much.”
With the way things were going, I wanted to bottom for him in that moment. But I didn’t know if I was ready for that.
“Victor,” I breathed as he kept grinding his hips back and forth. “I want you to fuck me before dinner.”
He grinned with a glint in his eye.
“Oh, yeah?” He licked his lips.
“But I need to… prepare,” I said softly.
“I have a solution,” he said, climbing off of me. I followed him, my boner bouncing with each step, to the bathroom. He walked to the panel and pressed another button, and another panel in the wall opened.
He pulled out a long hose with a small nozzle on the end.
“Will this work? You may have to fiddle with the temperature. And don’t worry, it’s sanitized after every use.”
“By you?” I asked.
“Well… no,” he admitted.
I grimaced at the thought of his whoever cleaned his house having to deal with cleaning the nozzle after Victor had used it. But I was too horny to care, and I just nodded in acknowledgement. He left me, leaving a bottle of lube for me in case I needed.
I messed with the water temperature and pressure settings, and then I was cleaned out and ready to go within a few minutes. I pressed some more buttons until the shower turned on above me, and I washed the rest of me, too.
Eventually I even found the right button for the dryer, and I walked out, naked, clean, and ready. It had been quite some time since I had bottomed—longer than it had been since I topped—and I was definitely a little nervous.
“Come to the bed,” said Victor with a smirk. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Is he just gonna… shove it in? I wondered. But I did as I was told, and I climbed up on the mountain of satin.
Victor walked around the edge of the bed toward me. I took a deep breath in preparation for his thick cockhead, but to my surprise, I felt something wet and warm.
Victor Tanner, Jr., was eating my ass. And he was doing it very well.
“Ohh, fuck,” I moaned, almost taken aback by how good it felt. It had been even longer since I’d gotten a good rimjob.
Victor’s tongue was working in fast circles around my ring, and I couldn’t hold back whimpers and grunts. He was very talented with his tongue, and I almost got worried I was out of practice. I wanted to eat Victor’s ass, too, and do it just as well.
After a few minutes, I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Please, Victor, fuck me,” I said in my softest, breathiest, most seductive voice.
“Roll over,” he told me.
So I rolled, flat onto my back, and I parted my legs, allowing Victor to climb between them. He told me to scoot back, so I did, giving him enough room to properly climb on the bed on his knees. His hands were gentle as he moved me around, lifting my legs over his shoulders and lining his lubed cock up with my hole.
I took a deep breath, and I exhaled as he began to push into me. I had to close my eyes to focus on relaxing, but there was a pop, and he was in. He held still, and I opened my eyes to see him grinning down at me.
“You feel like silk,” he whispered.
Electric butterflies filled my chest at that compliment, and carnal desire took over. I nodded at him, encouraging him to push farther in, and before long, he had bottomed out. With my legs still on his shoulders, he looked into my eyes with hunger and started to pull back.
He got into a rhythm, in and out. I felt his girthy head slide past my prostate repeatedly as precum started to flow out of my dick. And before long, he was slamming into me. I liked that he was a bit rough, and I wanted to feel his mouth, too.
“Kiss me, Victor,” I said, barely able to close my own mouth as small zaps of pleasure struck with each of his thrusts.
So he lowered my legs off his shoulders, and he leaned down, just inches from my face. And now it was his turn to be a tease. As he kept pounding me, he gave me a soft peck on the lips. Then on the cheek. Then the nose.
Finally, I got greedy and reached up for his face. I pulled his mouth onto mine, and his tongue entered me once more. He maintained his deep, rhythmic thrusts as we connected at the lips. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, nearly entering a state of euphoria.
He was fucking me just right, and his kisses were like the missing ingredient for a perfect arousal sundae. I held Victor’s face against mine, and he started to moan, too.
Suddenly, I realized I was about to cum without even touching my cock. I let go of his face to jerk off, and he pulled away to say, “I’m close!”
But before he could even finish his thought, a spray of cum hit my chin.
“Mmm!” I groaned as I started to feel the orgasm rock my core.
And then, Victor seemed to join me because the look on his face was one of the ultimate pleasure, and he yelled out, “ohh!! Ohh!”
He came crashing down on top of me, semen squishing between our stomachs and chests. His cock remained in me, still twitching with the last waves of his climax.
Both of us were panting heavily, and I turned my head slightly to press my face against the back of his head. After a silent moment, he lifted himself off of me and slid his cock out.
“You’re a really sexy top,” I told him, still trying to catch my breath.
“But so are you. I’m sure you can see the predicament.”
We both wanted the other to fuck us.
“I guess we’ll have to just take turns.”
“You know in Australia, they call them things,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What?”
“Flip-flops.” He winked at me.
“Oh!” I said, a wide grin on my face. “I like both kinds of thongs.”
We showered again, together, and walked to play pool together. He, to no one’s surprise, beat me three games in a row. And then, Karoline called us in for dinner. She’d made a full dinner with appetizers, multiple courses, and dessert.
By the time my plate was cleared, I felt like my stomach had never been more full.
“And let’s go digest in the hot tub,” he said.
“I forgot a suit,” I whispered, worried Karoline would see us nude.
“It’s fine,” he said, already stripping his clothes off as he walked to the door. I turned to look at Karoline, whose back was now to us. This seemed to be a routine, and I questioned how moral and ethical it was to strip nude in front of your employee.
But then again, that’s exactly what he was doing with me.
I walked behind him, only beginning to disrobe once I was outside. I saved my underwear for last and quickly plopped next to Victor, and he rang a bell.
Karoline came out, and luckily the bubbles covered our genitalia.
“Yes, Mr. Tanner?” She asked.
“Karoline, I completely forgot to fix Garrett and myself some cocktails. Could you please fill the shaker with ice and roll the bar cart out here?”
“Of course,” she replied with a smile.
“It’s not relaxation without a cocktail, is it?” He turned to me with a smile.
“I guess not!” I smiled back, and I felt him place a hand on my thigh under the water.