Andy Keeps Trying - Chapter 17

ANDY KEEPS TRYING

Chapter 17: Andy does a Q&A

Remember when I said that Adrian and I were glued to the hips and fucking pretty much all the time during summer?

I had no idea that it was, in fact, nothing compared to what David and I were up to following our spicy reunion in his office.

From this point on, every time I was not working, I was most likely naked in bed (or anywhere else) with David.

He did things right, cooking dinner for me the next day– but it did not take us until dessert to take our clothes off and get rowdy.

We could not wait to be all over each other!

To be precise, I started blowing his fat wet cock in the kitchen, and he removed his pants in the hallway before throwing me on his bed and fucking me raw.

There were good fuckers, there were hot guys, and then— there was David Crown, towering far above the others.

His beefy hairy pecs, his juicy lips, his skilled tongue, his massive thighs… and his veiny uncut cock. So fucking big. So fucking tasty.

One year later, I was in the same state of awe that I was the day I had first met him.

And the sex! Well, it was even better than I remembered!

I had fond memories of the few incredible bangings we had, and of the undeniable sexual tension between us, but now that he was freed from his wife, in a place where we could act as wild as we wanted, the sex reached a whole new level.

Just picture it: Hours and hours of pounding, licking, sucking, deepthroating, rimming, face-fucking…

David was very passionate, a master at dirty talking and at giving me exactly what I wanted.

In his apartment, I could scream as much as I needed to, begging him to fuck me harder and harder each time.

He returned the favor, begging me to suck his cock deeper or slapping my ass until it was purple while it echoed in his mostly unfurnished place.

Only Cody and Laurie knew about this new turn in our relationship and for the time being, I liked it better that way.

Not that I wanted to keep this a secret, but back in October 2025 my life was very hectic, with long exhausting days at work, and even longer (mostly sleepless) erotic nights at David’s place.

I was tired, but I was happy.

About a couple weeks after this whole thing had started, we had developed a new routine.

I would go to his place right after work wearing a sexy jockstrap or a pair of skimpy briefs under my jeans.

Usually, I would call the intercom, he would buzz me up to his apartment, and I would walk in and undress straight away, revealing the sexy underwear I had picked for him that evening.

Then, I would most likely spend the night, and after countless hours of sex (and some sleeping in each other’s arms), I would hurry back to work first thing in the morning.

I sort of wanted for the relationship to take a more serious turn. Like, I realized I did not really know a lot about David on a personal level, but each time, the sex was too much of a temptation to deny ourselves the delicious treat.

I mean, David would often welcome me in a pair of tighties whities and a revealing tank top. To reference a mediocre reality television show, he was way too hot to handle.

All I wanted to do was to throw myself at him, which I often did.

One time, I got to join him a little earlier than usual. I thought it might be the right opportunity to spend more time talking rather than fucking.

But as I walked in his living room, David immediately hurried to undress me.

“I’ve been hard all fucking day, waiting for this.” He hastily said.

I could tell he was already outrageously tenting in his underwear, which was the only thing he was wearing. I could also see the pink cockhead poking at the top, leaking…

It felt so good seeing and feeling him that horned-up, just for me.

I kissed him, or rather made out with him, and I let him strip me down.

I could see my reflection in the windows that covered the whole wall, our bodies moving in the golden light of the setting sun.

The city lights flickered to life as we continued our sweaty, dirty dance.

We did not have to be concerned about being photographed or caught anymore.

David was retired from politics, the divorce was official, we were both single, horny men.

What else could we do aside from fucking our brains out?!

Three minutes after I had walked in, his hands gripped my hips tightly, almost painfully, as he thrust into me from behind, his salt-and-pepper hair tickling my back.

“How do you like my big cock, Andy? Eh? Feel how hard you make it! That’s you! You’re doing this to me.”

“Yes… God… I love it… I… I love your big cock.”

I was on my knees, ass in the air, taking his every thrust like a champ.

The slapping sound of our skin meeting filled the room, accompanied by my moans and his grunts. The scent of sex and sweat was intoxicating, making me even dizzier.

“You like that, don't you, you dirty little slut?” David's voice was harsh, commanding, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, urging him to go deeper, harder.

The lust was real, and my impatience to feel him hit my prostate over and over again was uncontrollable.

I loved being proactive in my own ass-wrecking, a power bottom if you will.

“Give it to me. Give me that big hard cock.” I panted.

He complied, gripping my hips even tighter, his fingertips digging into my flesh, fucking me like a man possessed.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, Andy… Beautiful. Sweet… Ah…”

He leaned over me, his hairy warm chest pressing against my back, and reached around to play with my cock.

I could feel every inch of his veiny dick, throbbing inside me, and his fingers wrapping around my own hard cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I moaned, letting my eyes roll back.

David bit down on my shoulder— that was new— not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. I gasped at the pain, but it only added to the pleasure.

“You're mine, Andy…” He growled. “All mine.”

Even his possessiveness, I loved.

His hand moved faster on my cock, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

It was too easy for him to make me cum on command.

The room filled with the smell of sex and sweat, our bodies slick and sliding against each other. David's breath was hot on my ear, his tongue tracing the outer edge.

I was in another dimension.

Given how much he grunted and howled, I bet he was too.

David pounded me and stroked me like this for a while, until he decided it was time.

“You're gonna give me all that spunk, Andy, right?”

I nodded, unable to form words, my body tensing as the pleasure built.

“That's it, Andy… Let go… Give yourself to me.”

His girthy dick was still shoved very deep in my insides. It hurt. It also felt like paradise.

I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my cock pulsing in his warm hand.

David's thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips almost painful as he chased his own release.

He was a beast. He was also mine.

“Fuck, Andy.” He barked, his body tensing. “Fuck, I'm coming!”

Of course, he was.

He threw his head back, a primal roar escaping his lips as he filled me with his hot, thick cum. I could feel it instantly, invading me, coating my insides. It was warm.

David was marking me as his and I was glad.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged.

Then, David pulled out— slowly, carefully, as if not wanting to break the connection.

I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment as he did, but I knew this was just the beginning. He turned me around to face him, his eyes dark with desire, and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was reacquainting himself with a long-lost lover.

I swallowed my own seed coating his fingers, he licked himself too and we made out some more to continue the filthy cum-swapping.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. He was stunning.

Mind you, it was merely the first fuck of the night… More would come!

David cooked some tacos as I assisted. Both of us were still in the nude, and we ate that way as well.

David’s apartment was constantly set at the perfect temperature. We could easily live as naturists.

“I want to taste you again.” David said, seconds after he was done with his meal.

Relentless, as I said.

I wished I would have had the strength to tell him that I would rather talk or do something else than fuck, but again, who am I kidding?

He said he wanted to taste me— And I certainly wanted to feel his lips around my cock!

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

He did blow me.

And he fucking did it well!

All my senses were on high alert as I watched David, this naked, mature, sophisticated man, kneel in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine.

He looked like he was about to devour me, and I was more than willing to be his creamy dessert.

He spread my legs wider as I sat, his hands rough against my inner thighs, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

He leaned in, his breath hot on my cock, which was already half-hard again from his touch despite the recent ejaculation.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan.

“You're so fucking hard Andy… Again.” He murmured, proud of the effect he had on me.

This was always a very important thing for David— knowing how much I was lusting after him.

He did not have to worry one bit about that part.

My breath hitched as he licked my balls and the underside of my cock, his tongue tracing the vein from base to tip.

“Hmmm… That’s nice…” I hissed, my hips bucking slightly, desperate for more.

He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face, before taking the head of my cock into his mouth.

A low guttural moan escaped me as he started sucking, swirling his tongue around the tip.

He took me deeper. Inch by inch, I gripped his hair. Not so combed anymore. Fuck, that was so good.

He bobbed up and down until I was hitting the back of his throat. I could feel his nose pressed against my stomach, his breath steamy on my reddish pubes.

David was taking me all the way down, his throat working overtime as he swallowed me whole.

I let out a string of curses, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Fuck, David… Who knew you could be such a filthy… Hmmm… Cocksucker…”

I fucked his mouth, feeling more powerful than ever. David hummed in response, the vibrations sending liquid heat straight to my balls.

He pulled back when I was reaching my breaking point, my cock popping out of his mouth with a wet sound.

He looked up at me, his eyes watering slightly, his lips swollen and red.

“A+ for this dessert.” He teased, his voice raw.

He spit on my cock, his saliva mixing with my precum, and used it as lube to stroke me. I groaned, my body arching off the dining room chair.

“A+ for the sloppy blowjob.” I retorted.

He smiled.

“I could suck your cock all night long. But then… There’re so many more things I want to do to you… Or you to do to me.”

He stood up, his body towering over me, and I drank in the sight of him. His cock was hard again, full mast, standing proud and ready, and I wanted it so bad.

We were insatiable.

“Please  let me return the favor.” I blurted out.

He stepped closer to me, almost poking my right eye with his monster dick.

“I want to fuck your mouth, Andy. I want to feel you choke on my cock.”

“Hmm…” I gasped.

The thought of David using me like that, of him losing control, of him fucking my face senselessly, was incredibly appealing.

“You want this?”

“Yes… I do.”

David's smile widened, and he pushed his cock at the level of my face. I think some precum slid across my cheeks.

“Open wide, Andy. You’ll have to stretch real good for this one!”

I did as I was told, parting my lips and sticking out my tongue.

David gripped the base of his cock and slapped it against my lips, the wet, heated length making me salivate.

I stuck my tongue out further, eager to taste him fully.

As if I were at the doctor, I said: “Ahhh.”

David laughed and rubbed the head of his cock against my tongue.

“You look even better like this. Like you can't wait to have my cock shoved down your throat!”

He was right. I was eager, my body tingling with anticipation.

I wanted it, wanted him.

“Please… Please, David… Make me into your whore.”

I gave him the dirtiest sluttiest gaze I could muster.

“Patience, redhead.” He murmured, teasing me further. “We'll get there. But first, suck on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

He held up two fingers, glistening with precum, and I eagerly took them into my mouth. Again, no fucking wedding ring!

I sucked on them, coating them in saliva, my tongue swirling around his digits. He moaned, his eyes fixed on me, his cock twitching and throbbing, dripping precum on our naked bodies.

“Good boy…” He praised, pulling his fingers out of my hungry mouth. “Now, open that pretty little throat.”

He spread my lips wider, his fingers wet and slippery, and shoved them into my mouth again. I gagged slightly, my body tensing as I adjusted to the intrusion.

David's fingers were long, and he pushed them deeper, the tips brushing against the back of my throat. I swallowed around them, my saliva coating his hand, making it slick.

That upcoming blowjob would be sloppy for sure!

“Your mouth feels so goddamn good. I can't wait to feel your throat tighten around my cock.”

“Hmmm… Hmmm…”

I nodded as I kept servicing him.

He pulled his fingers out, and I gasped for breath, my chest heaving. My cock was rock hard and throbbing with need, precum heavily leaking from the tip.

David noticed, his gaze flicking down to my groin.

“You like that, don't you, Andy? You like when I’m in charge?”

I nodded, speechless. David gripped my jaw, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip, and he slowly guided his cock to my stretched-open mouth.

“Now, take me in.”

His cock nudged nicely against my lips.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, hurting my jaw in the process, my tongue eagerly flicking out to taste the drop of precum glistening at the tip.

My eyes watered as I took him; He was both girthy and long.

It was only a brief moment until he hit the back of my mouth and I gagged, but I did not pull back.

Instead, I relaxed my jaw and took him deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the entrance to my throat.

David’s hips started moving slightly as he fucked my mouth gently. Saliva dripped everywhere.

What an (exciting) mess!

“Fuck… I’m gonna go crazy… I’m gonna have to use you like the dirty little slut you are.”

That was music to my perverted ears.

David gripped my hair tighter— his fingers twisting in my curls as he began to move at a steadier pace— fucking my mouth with slow but very deliberate thrusts.

The guttural noises alone were insane!

The head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat with each push, and I fought the instinct to gag and choke.

David groaned like a dog in heat, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into my mouth.

“Take it like a good boy. Take my fat cock!”

I could feel his dick swell in my mouth, growing even thicker and harder, if that was even possible. I knew he was already close to coming.

He thrust deeper, his pelvis moving faster as he fucked my face.

He was going back and forth, his cock going in and out of my throat but never fully eluding my mouth.

I could barely breathe.

Why the hell did I love that so much!?

I felt like a freak. I loved it.

“Lord… Hmmm… You’re the… Hmm… Best… The very, very best… God…”

He pulled out suddenly, his cock popping out of my mouth.

I spat a crazy amount of saliva on my bare chest.

“David…” I muttered, rather in shock.

“Fuck, Andy! I want to jizz in your mouth, but I want to paint your white face too!”

What a dilemma… Right?

“You can do both. Hit me, baby. I’ll lick everything up afterwards.”

“I like the way you think, Andy.”

He caressed my cheek while he stroked his dick furiously with his other hand.

I was doing the exact same thing, jerking off as I stuck out my tongue again, waiting for the loads to be sprayed all over my face.

I knew David well enough that I expected a huge portion of jizz even though he had emptied his balls in my ass only an hour prior.

“Cum on my face, babe.” I begged.

“Yes… Fuck… It’s coming… Hmmm… I’m so close…”

“Please, let me be your spunk dumpster.”

“Oh, fucking hell, Andy, you’re so nasty!”

“And you like that?”

“No… I don’t like it… I love it! I freaking love it!”

With one final bestial grunt, David’s cock burst and I received a thick volley of creamy cum straight to my lips.

“Fuck.”

The next few ropes hit my forehead and right cheek, one hurt me when it hit my eyes— it burnt— but David had more seed to paint me with, the loads kept on coming as I was practically drowning in his sperm after a half-minute orgasm.

What the hell was that?!

Apparently, I was not the only one going crazy over this.

Strangely, David did not stay there for too long to admire his work.

Instead, he leaned down and grabbed my own cock, shoved it in his mouth and just like that, I blasted my own jizz straight inside his throat.

I did not expect it to go this way. That was definitely amongst the top three orgasms I have ever had in my entire life.

David kept his mouth solidly wrapped around my cock until I was done with my ejaculation and until he had swallowed everything.

Only then, he pulled out and looked back at me, my own face dripping with his own cum.

“David, that was…”

“Amazing. I know. Want me to feed it to you?” He asked candidly.

“Wh… What?”

First, he grabbed my chin to force me to open my mouth and he spat inside it. I received a recycled portion of my own cum.

Dang!

Then, he used his index finger to pick up the cum dripping on my face and he slowly fed me his spunk.

It was without a doubt the freakiest thing we had done so far.

“How does it taste?”

“Perfect… David… I love… I love it.”

He kept feeding me like this for at least a couple of minutes. I was genuinely grateful.

Once he could not find more cum to slide down my tongue, he said: “Let’s hit the shower now!”

This was another one of our habits; I had not showered by myself in ten days.

I gladly followed David into his spacious shower and we washed the filth out of each other’s body, getting hard all over again in the process.

I still did not know if we could really be together, but on a purely sexual level, it was obvious that we were a perfect match.

“What is it?” David asked as he dried himself with a towel.

“Nothing.”

“You’re looking at me…”

“I’m always looking at you.”

“Not like this, you seem preoccupied.”

“I’m not, I just… I thought that maybe we would talk tonight.”

“Talk?”

He made a face.

“Don’t worry, nothing’s wrong. Just— I realized, all we do is fuck. And although we’ve known each other for a year in theory, I practically know nothing about you— like, what you think and what you like to do in your free time.”

He smirked. “I enjoy fucking you.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

“That’s been pretty clear.”

“We can have a chat while we eat some dessert. What do you think about that? I’m still hungry and I bought some treats at the store earlier.”

“Sure. Let’s do that.”

“Just relax. You can slide into bed; I’ll bring everything we need right to the bedroom.” He winked at me, looking mischievous.

Still naked, I walked to his bedroom and lay down in the luxurious king size bed.

David was the kind of man who hired a cleaning lady to change his sheets. I could not relate.

He came back a few minutes later, but he was clearly messing with me. He only had a bottle of whipped cream in his hand. Also, he was still sporting a tempting semi.

“Seriously, David? I thought we were going to talk.”

“Yes! We’re going to!”

“You obviously have something else in mind.”

“No, let’s get to know each other. But I don’t see why we can’t do that while I eat your ass with whipped cream? Let’s mix serious and fun!”

“Fair.” I smiled.

“Turn around then! Let’s go.”

I shook my head but complied.

“I can’t believe you almost became Governor.” I said playfully as I did turn around to offer my bare butt to my lover.

He wasted no time pouring a good amount of whipped cream onto my ass crack.

The sensation was new and strange, but not unpleasant. Especially once David slid his tongue into my crack.

“Hmm…”

“Come on, fffbaby, ask your fffuestions” He said, his mouth full of my ass.

I was giggling but I played along.

“Okay… Hmm… What’s your favorite movie?”

“Hmm..” He thought about his answer while rubbing his tongue up my hole.

“David… Damn… Come on.”

“I’m not really a movie guy.” He eventually spoke out, getting his head out of my ass for his response.

“Great… So, what do you like?”

“Music.” He replied, his voice muffled by my asshole.

“Hmmm…” (He was now intensely rimming my hole) “What kind?”

“Old rock tunes.”

“Funny, I’ve always pictured you as a big fan of hip hop or trap music!”

This time, he straightened up his head and made me look at him.

“For real?”

“No, I’m just kidding, idiot. What bands?”

“Turn around, I want to see your face while we do that, to check if you’re messing with me.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, but keep your legs up— you said I would get to eat a meal if I shared things about myself.”

“You’re impossible.”

But again, I obliged.

“I’m not very original but I’m really into the classics, Aerosmith, Led Zep, that kind of stuff.” He said before diving back into my hole.

“Hmm… Okay.”

The rimming lasted a little longer after this, and I did not have it in me to interrupt his tongue searching inside my hole.

“What do you like?” He asked after a while.

“You’ll get to ask the questions when I’ll be the one eating you up.”

“That’s interesting.”

“Don’t make that face. I do have some serious questions for you!”

“I’m an open book.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, ask away.”

It felt stupid diving into deep subjects while he was literally eating me out, but at the same time, why not?

I dropped the bomb.

“Have you seen anyone since we stopped seeing each other?”

“You mean for the last year?”

“Yes…”

He chuckled, and moved up to my chest to lick my nipples and then my neck.

“I’ve been a good boy, mostly, but I did have a few slip-ups. Nothing serious, I swear.”

“Slip-ups?”

“I fucked a few guys. I saw Galvin again. You’re mad?”

“No. I have no right to be.”

“Being mad isn’t necessarily a logical response. You’re jealous?”

“I am. But I really do understand. You weren’t going to stay abstinent just for me.”

He kissed my cheek.

“I would have if you had asked me— if I’d had more hope…”

“Was it serious? With the other guys? With Galvin?”

At this point, the sexual game had stopped for this very real conversation.

“It wasn’t. At all. I don’t care about any of them. I never cared about any guy I fucked.”

“That’s nice…”

“The thing is, if it hadn’t been for you, I probably would have been happy living with Rebecca while messing around with guys— just like I had always had. You screwed that up for me.”

“Sorry about that…”

“It was definitely the right call, though.” He bit my nipple.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry. That was me being jealous of your ex-boyfriends— you had two!”

“I was trying to move on.”

“Any other questions?”

His fingers were now toying around my semi erected dick (and we had just had sex twice— I was insatiable!) while his mouth was roaming my neck.

“I do have one. We have never talked about your family. I mean, I know about Zach and Rebecca although I’m still unsure I understand your relationship with them, but what about your parents, or relatives?”

“I have an older sister who’s a religious nutjob— I don’t talk to her. As for my parents, even before this whole scandal, we weren’t very close.”

“Why?”

“They’re distant folks; not loving or talkative people. My dad knew Richard Pallow very well. Rebecca and I were sort of an arranged wedding.I was kind of sucked into the Pallow’s family and gradually spent less time with my own. My parents became increasingly jealous of them and their wealth, although they’re pretty damn wealthy themselves. Anyway, I was already not talking to them much when Zach was born, but we kind of stopped seeing each other altogether the past ten years.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. As I said, I’ve never felt very close to them anyway.”

“That’s what I’m sorry about, babe.” I kissed his lips tenderly.

“I’m a grown man. Don’t worry about me.”

“And what about the Pallows now? I suppose the scandal was tough on them.”

“Somewhat… But I think it’s time to switch roles.”

He tickled me and turned me over so I would be on top of him.

“You want to be the one asking questions?”

“Yes! I want to know everything about you! What about your family?”

I played with his nipples as I talked.

“I have an older brother, Charlie. I guess he’s all right but I don’t get along with his girlfriend and we’re very different. He works at a gym.”

“In Arkansas?”

“Yes. He stayed there.”

“And what about your parents?”

“They’re quite religious too, but not extreme about it. Like, there were tears when I came out but they were ultimately okay with it. I don’t see them too often but it went well when I visited for Christmas last year.”

I kissed his abs and decided to play with the whipped cream myself.

I poured a little too much of it and made a mess in the sheets.

David laughed for a while and let me lick everything up from his neck down to his pubes, and then his cock, until he eventually asked another question.

“Why didn’t it work? With the cook and then with the journalist?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I wasn’t really in love with any of them– although I tried.”

“Did you think about me when you were with them?”

“I did.”

“Then why did it take you so long to come back to me?”

I licked his cock one last time, then made my way up until I was back at his level, facing his blue eyes.

“Because, I was scared. I still am.”

“About what? Am I that scary?”

“No.”

“So, what is it? The age difference, the divorce?”

“The divorce is part of it. The idea that you’d be willing to throw away your whole life for me is terrifying. My own feelings for you scare me. Like, I’ve never felt this way before. Also, what you did for Cody, for me, the power you have in this city, the wealth, the fact that we’re evolving in such different circles.”

“Wow, there’s a lot going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I do tend to overthink…” I admitted.

“I get what you’re saying, but none of that really matters if we want to build something strong together. Right?”

“But isn’t it reasonable to think you might get tired of me fairly quickly? You were very intense with your feelings for me and this might fade away.”

“And shouldn’t I be scared that you might get tired of me? I suppose that’s one of the perks of being my age— I’m 47, I don’t have any more time to waste, and believe me, I’ve already wasted too many years. Besides, when you’re hit by a bullet and think you’re about to die, it puts things into perspective. In my case, it clarified something. I want you. Period. When I know that, why would I think about all the ways this could go wrong instead of going for what I really desire?”

That was a lot to take in.

It was also quite beautiful.

How did I go from sucking David’s dick to crying over how moving his words were in such a short space of time?

“Now I’m tearing up with whipped cream on my face.” I whimpered.

“Sorry about that. But don’t worry, you still look very cute.”

He kissed my forehead.

There were many more things I was concerned about. Like, I had thought about inviting David to my upcoming birthday / Halloween party, but since Victor and Zach would be there, I could not do that. It was still too weird.

Mostly, I wondered how we could ever go public. How could I include David in my group of friends when he was Cody’s boss, especially given our history?

But in the end, David may have brought up the most important point.

If we really wanted it, we would make it work.

Instead of talking too much, we cuddled and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, like we usually did.

I woke up David the next morning, kissing him hello and goodbye simultaneously as I headed off for work.

“You’ll be back tonight?” He mumbled, half asleep.

“Of course, I will.”

Because I did not have enough clothes at David’s, I went to work commando. It was a little weird, but I do not think anyone noticed.

The staff was way too busy to care about my crotch with only two weeks before the primary. Laurie was handling so much urgent stuff, I did not know how she had not already lost her mind.

In any case, twelve hours later, I was back at David’s place, repeating our pattern.

The intercom.

The elevator.

Walking inside his apartment.

Undressing as soon as I crossed the threshold.

David was not there to welcome me in, but this was pretty common. He was probably waiting for me in his bedroom, already naked and beating off his meat.

I walked over there, taking off my clothes before I even reached the door.

My cock was already chubbing in anticipation.

I saw him coming out of a room we never used at the end of the corridor. I didn’t have time to react— he turned, and I gasped when I realized it was not David.

Walking in the hallway, in shock, another man was standing in front of me and my exposed dick.

"Zach?!" I howled in stupor.

Fuck my life! How did this keep happening?!