When it’s getting close to five, meaning Marianne will be out of work soon and will be back here, I eeny, meeny, miny, moe the guys on the page, and click on the one I land on. Tobias. I quickly book the date and enter my card info for payment before I change my mind. The pop-up tells me I’ll get an email shortly if my request has been approved. OnceI’m done with that, I go back to look at his profile because I’m curious.
He is… fuck, he ishot.
He’s tall, lean, but toned. Broad shoulders, tapered waist.Abs!I love abs on a man. There’s a close-cropped beard. His hair is dark, a little shorter than mine, and styled messily. He’s got a bad boy attitude about him, but his hazel eyes are kind. I learned a long time ago it’s people’s eyes that say what type of person they truly are. That, and the words that come out of their mouths.
“Well, Tobias. Looks like you’re my date for Saturday night.” I scroll through more of his photos, finding myself getting hard. Already a bad sign. Damnit. I should have gone for a guy I didn’t find so attractive.
I glance at the clock. It’s a few minutes before five. By the time Marianne finishes up with work and drives here in traffic, she won’t be here before six. Meaning I have plenty of time to take care of this problem without her interrupting or offering to help.
I head into my bathroom, though I’d much rather lie in my bed and jerk off like a normal person, but I can’t risk being caught. I do not need her finding me and getting all excited about it. Because yeah, that’s happened before and all it did was make my dick soft. She didn’t care, though. Pulled out every trick in the book to get me hard again and eventually made me come anyway. I couldn’t believe it.
I lock the bathroom door and quickly get my pants off to stand in front of the sink. I tug open the drawer to pull out the bottle of lube with shaky hands, pouring some into my palm before bringing it to my aching dick. Being this horny and getting hard this often can’t be normal, can it? It’s normal for teens going through puberty, but damn, I’m thirty and I still get unmanageable hard-ons.
I work my dick hard and fast, wanting this to be over. I stare at myself in the mirror, focusing on my stomach and the v-lines that’re there, and the way my hand slides up and down my dick. It’s an erotic sight, and if I focus hard enough, I can pretend I’m watching someone else. Some other guy with a great body. One who’s fine with the fact he’s attracted to men and openly admits he takes it in the ass and likes it. I could be that guy, if circumstances were different. But they aren’t, so all I can do is pretend.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, feeling the orgasm building. I grip the edge of the vanity, keeping my eyes focused on my hand working my dick in the mirror. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that.” My legs tense, ass clenching, as I near the end. The orgasm rushes over me and I cum all over the sink, counter, and the faucet. I’m panting when I squeeze the last bits of cum from my dick. Globs of it stick to my fingers and I bring them closer to my face to inspect… closer to my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but I’m curious now that all these strange thoughts are going through my head and those dreams won’t leave me alone.
What does it taste like? Will I like it?
I bring my hand closer, the familiar scent making my dick twitch. I dart my tongue out, ready to taste myself, when there’s a knock on the door.
“Theo?”
My heart leaps out of my chest, and I jump so high my knee hits the cabinet.
“Yeah!” I call out, ignoring the pain radiating in my knee as I clean up my mess, scrubbing my hands free of my cum, along with everywhere else it landed, hoping I didn’t miss a spot.
“Just checking.”
I roll my eyes, mocking her in the mirror. She acts like my mother sometimes. It’s irritating. When my mess is cleaned, I get dressed and spray the air freshener so the stench of cum is drowned out. I hadn’t realized how long I was in there, I guess, because it’s nearly a quarter of six now. It’s a good thing I locked myself in the bathroom because she’s early.
“So, what are we doing for dinner?” Marianne asks, already out of her jacket and making herself at home.
Hiding what I'm doing from her shouldn't be so damn difficult, considering we don't live together, but it's turning into a problem.
“Uh, whatever you want,” I say.
“We had pizza yesterday. Sushi the day before that. Oh, how about burgers?”
I drop onto the couch and reach for the remote. “Sure, burgers sound good.”
“Well, let’s go then.” She taps my leg, smiling down at me.
“Go, as in leave?”
“Well, yeah.” She laughs. “I don’t want to get them delivered. They never taste the same.”
With a huff, I get up from my comfortable spot on the couch, my body more relaxed than ever after getting off, and I leave the house with my bride-to-be. All I can think about is Saturday night.
Chapter Four
Tobias
I check my schedule for the day, remembering I had a date tonight. It’s a basic dinner, so there isn’t much prepping I need to do. Of course I love when I get to go on vacation with people, but that isn’t common. It’s happened to me a handful of times and I’ve been working at Foxy’s for over eight years now. Everything is fun when you don’t have to pay for it. It’s not that I’m hurting for money, but if I don’t have to use my own to enjoy things, why would I?
It’s late afternoon and I’m still lounging in bed. I like to sleep late on the weekends, since I wake up early all week for work at the rehab. I’m lucky enough to have gotten an unheard of 8-2 shift, Monday through Friday. But I guess when you’re fucking the owner, you get what you want. I’m surprised he hasn’t taken it away from me yet, just to prove his power over me. Likely a last resort though, because he knows my shift is what keeps me there and he definitely wants to keep me there. It’s the only way he gets access to me. Brandon issuch a dick. Sometimes I wish he’d find someone else to be with, but I wouldn’t wish him on my worst enemy. It would get him off my back though.
His family started up a chain of rehab facilities in Washington state and are starting to move across state lines. They’re currently building their first facility in Oregon, which Brandon is supposed to oversee once it opens. Meaning, he should be off my case for at least a year. And who knows, maybe I’ll meet some rich guy who wants to spoil my ass, and I won’thaveto work anymore by then. There is no shame in being a house-husband. I chuckle to myself. What a dream to have.
