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I’ve worn what he’s got in him, so I get it. And I know how good it feels. I check all the cameras in the halls around him. When I’m positive no one’s nearby, I hit the button again.
He grips the scaffolding, and I turn up the toy until I know it’s thumping on his prostate. Until he’s panting, and I’m aching hard beneath my desk from watching. I switch up the settings, and he leans over, still gripping the scaffolding. He lets out a grunted groan, and his muscles tighten as he comes.
He stands back up and looks around. Then he walks toward the men’s room.
My phone dings a second later.
What the fuck are you thinking?
You seemed to like it well enough.
Are you watching me?
Do you want me to be?
Yeah I know how you like watching.
I smile at the memory of his body in the moonlight.
Get going, Vance Rayne. Your car’s waiting out in front.
It’s only 3.
True, but I think you need to change your pants.
He sends me the middle finger symbol.
Don’t touch MY dick. I’ll be there around 10:30 to help you unplug.* * *VanceI get to my temporary home and head for the bed, where I strip down, jerk off, and open my eyes sometime later to full darkness.
Fell asleep. Guess that’s not a surprise. I check my phone and feel relieved to see it’s 9:15. Fuck, my ass feels achy. I clench around the toy, drawing it deeper; my cock hardens in response. I squeeze the head and roll onto my back. My eyes shut on their own. I pull them open…try to wake up.
I don’t want him seeing me like this. I think of his smug smile. I think of my cum-caked briefs. Somewhere, there’s church footage of me clutching the scaffolding while I came so hard, I think I shouted in the atrium.
I think of him stealing into this place last night—coming here in secret, telling me to leave. The arrogance tightens my stomach. Thinking of him in his suit tightens my cock.
If I come again, I’m gonna pass the fuck out. I get up with my hard cock, walking with care so I don’t disturb the plug, and start the shower. I look over at the mirror and my tired eyes…the jutting cock and swollen balls. I bend so I can see the back of the plug.
I should take it out before he gets here. Even as I think that, I know I won’t. I’m fucking desperate for his hands on me. I want to hear what he says as he pulls it out. I step under the hot water and start to wash. That’s when I notice the dye he mentioned. All over the underside of my balls and the base of my cock…dripping down from the back—I guess each time I came.
Fuck, this shit gets me hot. I feel like a deviant, but there it is. Told him I’m depraved. And anyway, it’s his church.
I come in the shower after leaning down to pick up soap. By the time I step out, spots are swimming in my eyes. I sprawl on my back in the bed and wait for him, already hard again. When I hear footsteps on the stairs, I start to pump myself.* * *LukeI’m would up tight when I get to the JJ House, and he’s nowhere in sight. When I push open the bedroom door and find it dark, a wall of dread slams into me. Then I hear the springs creak. Warm relief has got me grinning as I stride to the bed. I find him on his back, his cock long and hard, his body bathed in the glow of the street lights beaming through the filmy curtains.
“Hiding in the dark.” I move onto the bed beside him, run a palm up his calf. “After the show you put on for the cameras today, I can understand why.”
I get on my knees and stroke his thick erection, working him from base to tip, where I find a slick bead of precum.
“Kind of like a toy, really. Given the right batteries…”
I reach between his cheeks and tap the plug’s base. I press on it, and he grunts. His muscled legs fall open, and I hit the button in my pocket.
“AHH!”
I’ve got the toy pumping inside him, so he feels the need to lift his hips…to arch his back and try to bring it deeper.
I turn on the vibrations, and he pushes his dick into my hand. I stroke slowly…lightly. A rivulet of precum streams down his shaft. He’s rocking his hips, flexing his legs. I think of his erection trapped inside the briefs I bought him…of the sweat that he kept wiping from his brow on camera…of the careful way he moved about the room with the plug stuffing him—and I can’t help needing to suck him.
