“Oh, fuck!” shouted Jim.
I opened my eyes. “What’s the problem?”
Jim shoved the phone in my face. “It’s eight o’clock. I wanted to suck you off before work. Then I was going to take your ass with my morning wood.”
“I can fuck you in the shower while you shampoo your hair.”
“Hell, no. Last time you dumped a load into my ass, I leaked all day.”
I sighed. “I guess I’ll need to wait for my fun until you come home for lunch.”
“Come the fuck here,” Jim demanded. He pushed me on the bed, pulled my legs up, and pushed his dick into me. He started humping. “Good. You’re still lubed up from last night.”
“Fuck, Jim. Where’s my good morning kiss?”
“I haven’t brushed my teeth, yet. Man, your ass is still really tight.”
“Wait till I have a baby; it’ll loosen up. Just fuck me. Fuck me harder.” I saw his face tighten, and he came inside me.
“Sorry, babe. No time to blow you. I need to shower.”
I watched him run to the bathroom. Within ten minutes, he was drying off. It took him no time to put on his clothes. As he hurried out the door, he said to me, “I’ll take care of you when I get home tonight.”
I watched him leave; I showered and dressed. Sitting down at the desk, I got my laptop up and continued working on an instructional manual for an update that was in the final beta testing stage. I stayed focused until eleven-thirty. I texted Jim that I was in the mood for some Cajun-style Tilapia from a restaurant up the street. I asked if he wanted to join me. He replied that he could go in fifteen, so I picked him up. We had a great meal, and as I dropped him off, I noticed someone leaning against a truck just outside our room.
As I parked, I recognized Steve Reiner. ‘What’s he doing here?’ I asked myself. ‘This can’t be good.’ I got out of the car, closed my door, and asked him what he wanted.
“Aaron, I’m here to see you, of course. I brought you a laptop with CMS 2.0,” so you can start to review it and get to work on it,” Steve answered. “And since I’m back at the company, I figured I could bring it, and we could go over it and get reacquainted at the same time.” He smiled that smile that made me say ‘yes’ to drinks with him the first time he’d asked me.
Steve left the company almost three years ago after suspicions arose that he was working for CMS and helping them develop the software by giving them information about our program. Our company sued, and after a preliminary court hearing, they agreed to be purchased by our company for practically nothing. I hadn’t heard that Steve was back.
The arrogant bastard was still smiling at me, all six feet two inches of him. He had the body of a gymnast in his prime, and I knew every part of it. I had succumbed to his charms and had slept with him twice before he left. He was full of promises he never kept, and one look from his vampire's eyes always made me give in. Even that first night with him, I didn’t want to stay at his place, but I said yes. And one kiss on my jawbone just under my ear made me spread my legs for him and that uncut cock of his. Slightly thicker than average, I loved to pull the foreskin back and then pull it over. The extra skin was fun to play with when it was in my mouth, and…
What the hell was I doing? I’m reminiscing about a former lover as he stood before me with Jim not 100 yards away.
I walked to the door of my room.
“Should I get it from my room and bring it over?” Steve continued to look at me. “The laptop, I mean. Or would you like to come to my room? I have the one right next to yours.”
“Why don’t you just put it on the doorstep and knock on the door. I’ll get it.”
He put his hand on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. “But it’s still top secret.” His hand slipped down to my ass. I felt my cock spring to life.
“Don’t.”
His other hand grabbed my hardening cock.
“Why not?” he asked. “You seem to like it.”
“Because you're an asshole, and my boyfriend is right over there. I don’t want him to end up in jail for having killed you. So, I’ll tell you what. You get the laptop, and I’ll stay right here. I’ll take possession of it, and you can go home.”
“But I’ve taken the room for a week.” He gave me a smirk.
“I’m sure you can get a refund. Now get the fucking laptop.”
“Ooo, language. I wouldn’t want to report you.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Be right back, A.A.Ron.”
I hated that fucking joke. He brought the laptop without the cord. I took it and went into my room. I couldn’t wait for Jim to come home. If Jim did kill him, where would we hide the body? I realized I was sweating, so I took another shower. I heard a knock at the door as I rinsed off. I toweled dry and lay on the sheets of the bed. The cool air of the air conditioner was a little chilly, so I pulled a sheet over me. That’s where Jim found me a few hours later, fast asleep.
I thought I felt a kiss, but I was groggy. Was that the shower? Another kiss and I opened my eyes. Jim stood over me; a towel covered the parts that were just for me.
“Are you feeling OK, Aaron?”
Should I just tell him that I’m feeling a little out of it, or should I spill the truth. The truth would be a little embarrassing, and who wants to admit that an old love pinched my butt and gave me a hardon?
“Well, actually…”
There was a knock at the door. Jim looked through the window. “Some guy holding an electric cord.” He opened the door. “Yes?”
“Ah. You must be the latest lover I’ve heard about. Sorry. I don’t remember your name. There’ve been so many, you know.”
“This one’s Jim, you asshole.”
“Jim, this is Steve. He works at my company. I was about to tell you about him.”
“Oh,” Steve sounded surprised. “Not everything, I hope.”
Jim didn’t bite. “Aren’t you the one who gave him crabs?”
“What?”
“I suppose this cord’s for Aaron,” he took the cord from Steve. “Look, Stevie, I don’t care how many times Aaron fucked you…”
“Well, actually…”
“Or how many times you fucked him. He’s mine now, and I’m his. Aaron, do you need anything else from him?”
“No. I do appreciate that charging cord, though.” I said.
Jim turned to Steve, “He appreciates the cord. Now, fuck off. Oh wait, before you do, let me just say this. I ever see you pinch Aaron’s ass or grope his dick, you know, like you did this afternoon, I will break every fucking finger on your hands, including your thumbs. Then I will call the police and file an assault charge on you. Understand, pencil-dick?”
“Well, actually, my dick is…”
“You won’t have one if you continue to bother me.” Jim pushed him back and slammed the door for effect. He locked it, and turned to me.
“Come here.”
“That was my plan.”
“I was going to tell you that happened,” I confessed. “And, when he pinched my butt, my dick started to get hard.”
“Whose wouldn’t? He was a handsome guy.”
“I have my handsome guy right here. Did you clean up in the shower?”
Jim smiled, “Yes I did.”
I kissed him then pushed him straight down on the bed. I spread his cheeks, kissed each one, and ran my tongue down his crack.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
I was never going to break his cursing habit. I guess it was better than hearing nothing while I gave him my all. I plunged the tip of my tongue into his tight ass slit.
He moaned. Part of me hoped that Steve heard him and knew that he was moaning because of me; then I focused all my attention on Jim, where it should have been focused the entire time.
I pulled some strawberry flavored lube from under my pillow. I had been planning this. I wanted to get his ass ready while I continued to rim him. I pushed my tongue into him, and he began to pivot his ass up at me. The strawberry lube helped me be a little braver. Jim’s ass always tasted like soap. I appreciated his being clean, but it was like his use of underarm deodorant. I no longer kissed his armpits.
But my tongue in his ass was making him squirm, and I loved it. My cock was hard and throbbing. I reached down and felt the slipperiness of the precum. It was time to fill him with more than my tongue. I moved up until my cock pointed straight down into his pucker. As I pushed, he tilted, and I slipped in with an audible gasp on his part. I rested on his back and moved my hands under him to hold his firm pecs.
I began with slow undulations. Jim’s moans were little high-pitched squeals. I squeezed down on my ass, causing my dick to jerk, and resulting in more moans from the lover being held down by my weight.
“Oh, Aaron, you feel so good.”
“Your ass is warm, and tight, and moist. I love being inside you, Jim. It’s so perfect.” I began to increase the frequency of my thrusting.
Jim became louder; he was pushing back on me as I pushed forward into him. He reached back and grabbed my head. His moans became growls. “Fuck me, Aaron; fuck me hard.”
I complied. I felt myself getting close; I held back.
Jim kept growling. “All the way in. Give it to me. Don’t stop; don’t fucking stop. Suddenly, he tensed up and jerked down into the bed. His ass gripped my cock so I was pulled down, too. I couldn’t hold back, and I unloaded into him. Sweat trickled down my forehead.
I continued to hold my man, my lover, my baby. “I love you so much,” I mumbled into the back of his head. I closed my eyes. I blew a long breath onto Jim’s neck.
”Baby,” he whispered. “Will you do me a little favor?”
“Anything.”
“Will you fill me with your piss?”
Was Steve’s threat an empty one? Will Jim’s desire to play on the kinky side end their relationship? And do they prefer the Waffle House or Cracker Barrel?
The answers to these and other questions will be found in future episodes of “Construction Man.”
