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I thrust, picturing Freddie cuffed, unable to move as I ride him, taking my pleasure from him. I shoot all over the glass at the mental picture, my knees shaking as I remove myself slowly from Freddie’s cock. I’m panting, and change the heat in the shower to cold so I can quickly wash my body and knock the water off.

“What a show! Next time I’ll make sure I’m in the splash zone.” I jump, eyes snapping to the doorway where Arnie stands, hands in his pockets, casual as ever as he watches me with amusement.

“Fuck off. Why are you here so early? And we aren’t even meeting here. Stop staring at my cock,” I growl as I exit the shower and grab a towel.

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen it like a million times. You know I enjoy looking at it when it’s soft. You should have someone take photos of that thing and frame them. People from all over would pay good money.”

I throw the nearest thing to me, which is a roll of toilet paper, but Arnie just moves to dodge it on time. I huff a laugh as I push past him to get ready for our brunch. Which was definitely at Menotté’s and not here.

I throw him the bag of his toys that he no doubt has arrived here for because he is impatient and a horn dog. He grins wide as he peeks inside the bag. “Thanks man! I owe you one.” I just nod as I throw on some clothes.

Despite sharing over the years, we have never had a sexual relationship together. We thought once our love extended to that, but it turned out it didn’t. Hence the reason for my pervy little friend watching me. No harm done, though. Wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Is that a new one you were using? I like the colour; I didn’t know that company sold honey-coloured ones.” I snort at his words, and he frowns at me in confusion. I just shake my head as we leave the room. Once we get to the cafe and order, I pull out my phone and send a message before overthinking it.

Thank you for the gift, including the one I just had in the shower using it, Big Bear.

Chapter 18

Freddie

Several months later

Christmas was fast approaching. Back home, we would have admitted defeat by now in getting Ma to hold off until December 1st and helped my dad get the decorations down from the attic.

I miss them all like crazy. We have a family group chat that never seems to go offline, but I love that about them. We’re an eclectic bunch for sure. I would be the only one missing around the festive dinner table this year. It sucks because as much as I want to be at home with them all; I was really loving my new life here. Yeah, it was lonely at times, but I had met a great group of friends. I was busy with work, and I had a weird text exchange with Simmons.

We had sent a few sexy texts here and there over the last month or so, but it never really went past fun flirting. He had sent me a thank you for the toy I sent him, and the orgasm he had from it too. I nearly descended to horny heaven when I received that message.

I was so disappointed when I got the call asking me to go to the expo’s afterparty. I was a mix of elated and sad. Yeah, I wanted nothing more than to network for my job, but I lost out on the chance to hook up with the most delicious honey bear I had ever met.

I wanted a night of unhinged passion with Simmons. I wanted to show off the little black latex number I had picked up after the interview to wear for him. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I sent him a replica of my dick. I mean, yeah, it’s forward, but really, I got the vibe from him that it would be appreciated. And, well, it was, wasn’t it? The text he sent proved that.

Thinking back to the interview, I’m half aroused. He was so rough, but thoughtful. So fierce with lust that it seeped out of him and into me. His eyes, that honey shade, were mirrored black from want as we had rutted against each other on the conference table. His huge hands on my small cock, the heat from his oversized body, the mesh black top that fitted him like a second skin that showed me the thick, dark hair that clung to his tanned body.

To say I wanted nothing more than to fake an illness just so I could go ride him into oblivion was a serious understatement. A coughing patient wheels past me with a nurse at the helm. It’s like a cold slap of water to my face that brings me out of my fantasies and back to reality. If I don’t shut down these thoughts, I was about to be caught with a boner in the middle of a busy ward.

My current situation in life is this. I’ve mainly wound down the blog for the year and instead of taking early time off, I’ve decided to give back. So, I volunteered at the hospital just around the corner from my apartment.

My Da always told us to pay it forward or give back when I was growing up. Being able-bodied is such a privilege that I make damn sure I offer help where I can. So, I’m helping, and they have me doing the most boring stuff, but I still feel good about it because I’m still helping these folks out. It’s mostly grabbing supplies for the nurses as it’s on the minor injury ward. I wanna help, but I also don’t want to faint if there’s a big injury I have to witness.

Finishing up for the night, I wander down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairwell. I could take the lift, but I’m in no rush to get home to my empty flat, so I take my time. I shoot a text to Benji asking him if I could FaceTime him later as I need help with gifts for my Ma and Da.

What do you suppose he’s doing with his romantic life? Benji has never been the sort to meet someone and ghost his friends, especially me. The sex must just be that good. I smile thinking back to that day I decided to say fuck it and start the blog. I wouldn’t be anywhere close to where I am now if it hadn’t been for my best friend’s support and encouragement.

As I pass the last room, I see Chloe, the woman who hired me, coming out with a frown, staring at the chart she’s holding so close to her face I swear her eyes have crossed.

“Everything okay, Chloe?”

She looks up but seems to look through me with glazed eyes. She blinks away her tired state and smiles at me as she adjusts her specs that have inched down her nose.

“Yeah, kid. I seriously need a margarita. Time is it?”

I fish out my phone, showing it to her rather than telling her.

“Ah, so you’re off home. Damn, I needed to grab someone to take some comfort items through to the guy in that room before I clock out too. He could probably use a second blanket, actually, with the size of him. Guys like a bear.”

As she speaks, she gestures with her thumb over her shoulder. I look past her small frame, but the door is closed, and someone has drawn the small blinds at the window.