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Bodie saluted me with a smirk on his face. “Yes, sir. Anything you want, sir.”
I waited until he disappeared into the bathroom. “What the fuck are you doing?” I murmured. I’m going to fuck him is what I’m doing.
I ran upstairs, two stairs at a time, and stripped. I then grabbed a towel from the master bath and laid it over the end of the bed, standing at the foot of it and feeling like I was about to make a huge mistake. Ignore it. It’s been two years. You deserve a piece of ass.
I heard him coming up the stairs. Bodie walked into the room, his hair still damp even though he had buzzed hair. He walked past me and I noticed his back was still wet from showering.
“You could have dried your back with a towel,” I pointed out, getting nervous as well as reluctant.
“Why bother?” he stated. “I’m about to get sweaty, so who gives a flying fuck?”
He stood by the wall and crossed his arms, watching me carefully. His cock had deflated but was still big. A shower and a grower? A rarity indeed.
I sat on the edge of the bed and glanced toward my cock. “You going to suck it, or what?” I asked.
He was on his knees in front of me quicker than a nun on a Sunday. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said. He smiled at me as he massaged my balls. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, dude. Don’t come too fast because I want this dick buried in my ass.”
Bodie leaned forward and placed his mouth on my cock, sliding his tongue along the ridge of the head while he continued squeezing my balls. I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him further down, burying half of my cock in his mouth.
“That’s it, cocksucker,” I hissed, reaching for and squeezing one of his nipples. “Take all that dick, punk.” I had no idea where my words came from. I felt angry, even pissed that he’d violated my privacy, yet I wanted to fuck him hard.
I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed, my legs spread wide, so he had access to my nuts. “Fuck yeah,” he mumbled, removing my cock for a second so he could speak. “Keep talkin’ that smack, dude. Treat me like a whore.”
After his commentary, he came over my cock again, opened wide, and slid his mouth down the shaft until he was nostril deep in pubes. His deep-throating skills were on par as I pumped my hips off the bed. I held the back of his head and forced him further down my cock. He gagged and slobbered, nearly puking, but kept at it like a trooper.
I was fantasizing about how I was going to sink my dick into Bodie’s ass after I came the first time. I’d shoot this load so I could last a long time as I pounded a second load out. The pleasure of having the hot piece of ass between my legs blowing me was wrecked when Chad entered my mind. My eyes popped open. Bodie was throat deep in cock and slobbering like a basset hound.
You don’t respect this person. My conscience was correct. I didn’t, but I needed to drop some seed. “I thought you were hoping Chad visited? You think a classy guy like him would respect you if he could see this?” I couldn’t turn off the voice in my head. “You’re blowing any chance you ever had with Chad.”
“Shut up!” I yelled out loud, pushing Bodie off of my cock.
“What the…” he asked, landing on his ass, hand still stroking his massive dick.
“Find your shorts and leave,” I said. “Get out of my house and don’t ever come back.”
Bodie appeared dumbfounded. “What’d I do?” he asked, reaching for my dick. “Let me finish you off first, dude.”
“Get the fuck out of my house… right this second,” I growled.
“Dude, like, what the fuck, man? Lemme jack off or something,” he complained. I pointed at the door.
He stood and gawked at me like I was insane, pointing a finger at me. “You’re one crazy asshole. What the fuck is your problem, man?”
“Out!”
“Fuck you, dude,” he raged. “Asshole,” he repeated, swiping at the framed pictures on my side table.
The picture of Jack and I went flying, along with a few others, crashing against the wall, while glass scattered across the hardwood floors. My face must have sent a stern warning to my guest to exit because he ran for the stairs. I followed after him while he called me names and exited my house, grabbed his board shorts from the chair he was in earlier, and ran off the deck. I hurried to the large glass door in time to see his bare ass, shorts in hand, run down the trail to the beach. He stopped halfway down the path at a point where he could still see the house and gave me a proper middle finger salute. Both hands for extra impact. I deserved his parting shot.
I stood silent, looking around, wondering what the fuck I was thinking, letting a near stranger into my home for the purpose of casual sex. This wasn’t who I was. Was I so desperate for something, anything, that I’d stooped to this kind of behavior?
After a few more minutes, I grabbed a broom and dustpan and headed for my bedroom. There was a mess to clean up. A mess of my making. Not to mention how much more of a mess my actions could create once word of my foolishness got out?
Once at the top of the stairs, I found the scene not nearly as bad as I’d been imagining while commiserating downstairs. Fortunately, the direction he’d swept the pictures from the table was away from the door, so I wouldn’t encounter glass fragments with my bare feet when I entered.
First, I picked up the two pictures where the frames had held, but the glass broke, placing them on the dresser top. The one of Jack and I had not only shattered the glass, but the frame had snapped on two corners and the picture itself was dislodged. I carefully moved the image to the side while I swept up glass and debris. After a thorough vacuum with my cordless Dyson, I picked up the picture of Jack and me.
The photo was from a weekend trip to upstate New York, three years ago, just before Christmas and before Alan and I had split. The four of us, Jack, Perry, Alan, and me, were at one of those pumpkin farms where they turned Halloween into a major event with hay rides, corn mazes, and a million pumpkins for sale.
