“If I were there, I’d have you on your knees, taking all of me down your throat. My hands in your hair, controlling how fast you move,” I said, stroking myself even harder as I imagined Fallon kneeling in front of me. I closed my eyes, my balls drawing up as I thought about his warm mouth engulfing me.
“Tell me more. Make me come all over my stomach while I talk to you,” he breathed heavily.
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
“Yes, and I’m so fucking close,” he rasped.
“I want us to come together. Imagine my dick filling you up. Your perfect ass tightening around me as I thrust into you over and over.” As the words left my lips, my cock swelled. I shut my eyes tighter, listening to his labored breathing through the phone.
“Yes.” His breathing quickened. “Fuck yeah.”
“You going to come?” I gasped, ready to blow.
“I’m coming,” he groaned.
I came too, hot spurts of cum shooting onto my stomach, and sighed, “Damn, baby boy. Now I need to go shower before the guys get here.”
* * *
I had justenough time to shower before Day and our old coworkers were supposed to show up. When I worked in the field office, we got together regularly for poker nights, and I was looking forward to catching up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while.
As soon as I was dressed, I heard someone knock. When I opened the door, Day shoved a case of cold beer into my arms and said, “Let’s get this party started.”
Party was a bit of an exaggeration. Neither of us would drink more than one beer because we had to be prepared to respond to an emergency at any given time. But I appreciated his enthusiasm for having a good time.
“Well, you’re the first one here, so you can help me get the snacks ready.” I led him to the kitchen.
“Man, I’ve been looking forward to this night off for a while.”
I arched an eyebrow. “C’mon, things haven’t been that bad with this job.”
Both of us had worked in stressful situations, and Fallon’s detail was a piece of cake compared to some of the high-profile officials the agency assigned us to.
“True, but the amount of overtime I’ve been working has been a killer on the home life.”
“Yeah, I’m surprised Marissa let you out of the house tonight,” I teased.
“I made it worth her while before I headed over here.” He smirked.
“TMI.”
“Probably.” He chuckled. “I don’t know how you do it. I remember how hard it was trying to meet new people and date with our schedules, but you gotta make sure you go out and have some fun.”
Little did he know how muchfunFallon and I had shortly before he had shown up. The sounds Fallon made when he came were seared into my brain, and the memory would likely replay in my head as soon as I was alone again.
“What’s with the goofy grin on your face?” Day asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I opened a bag of potato chips and poured them into a bowl.
“You’re seeing someone, aren’t you?” That was the problem with being friends with people trained to notice the smallest detail. “Why didn’t you say something before?”
I could lie, but there was no point. Day knew me too well and wouldn’t hesitate to call me out. “It’s new. Who knows what will happen.”
Before he could interrogate me further, the other guys arrived and pulled Day into other conversations.
While we sat around the table playing cards, I worried that admitting to my friend I was seeing someone might backfire if he noticed a change in the way I interacted with Fallon.
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