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inside.
Jeff couldn t resist pressing against the digit, forcing it deeper while Reese
continued to suck and stroke his cock with silky hot kisses. Jeff had imagined an
intimate dinner and maybe a walk afterwards, with a slow lead-in to seduction. His
mind still hadn t caught up to what Reese was doing to him, but his body was reacting
full force.
He felt the clutch of a climax grip him. Ah, god, Reese, oh& He jerked hard,
slamming his cock down Reese s throat. Reese didn t miss a beat, his finger still
swirling inside Jeff as he sucked every drop of cum from Jeff s balls.
When he finally let Jeff go, Jeff slid slowly down the door until he was sitting on the
floor, his jeans tangled around his knees, his cock still jutting from his groin, wet and
shiny. Reese raked his body with his gaze, his eyes hooded with lust.
He held out a hand and Jeff took it, allowing Reese to hoist him to his feet. Reese
took him into his arms and kissed his neck. If that was the appetizer, Reese
murmured, I can t wait for the meal.
Chapter 7
he next morning found Reese musing at his desk, his work ignored. Last
night had been amazing. Though he hadn t admitted it to Jeff, Reese had
T been half-dreading seeing him again, not because he wasn t interested, but
because he knew it would be impossible for their second time to measure up to the first.
No way could the intensity be repeated or recreated.
And yet it had. If anything, it had been better. For one thing, there was no camera
recording their every move. He was no longer doing something sneaky. There was no
ulterior motive. He was with Jeff because he wanted to be, and that felt good.
He hadn t planned on the impromptu blow job upon entering Jeff s house. Jeff had
looked so fucking sexy, his hair still damp from a shower, his jeans slung low over his
hips, revealing a band of pale, smooth skin beneath his shirt, his feet bare.
After a very good meal, they d moved to the bedroom to finish what he d started,
and this time Jeff was back in control, claiming Reese with as much intensity and
mastery as he had that first time. Reese had never been with anyone like Jeff. He
wanted more, more, more.
Reese was distracted by his cell phone vibrating on the desk. The erection that had
been building eased off when he saw it was Hank, but he knew he couldn t put him off
forever.
Hey. What s up?
Finally. Where the fuck have you been? Without waiting for a response, Hank
continued, Want me to pick you up at eight for the show or do you have time for
dinner first?
Shit. Reese had completely forgotten. Adopting his best sincere tone, tinged with
regret, he said, I can t, Hank. I m sorry.
What do you mean you can t? I ve had these tickets for weeks. What s the
problem?
Reese hesitated, the lie ready on his tongue. I have to work late. It s my chance for
my first big client. If I get this account, I ll finally make a name for myself at Strata.
You and that stupid job, Hank said, exasperation ripe in his voice. At least he
seemed to be going for it. Damn it, Reese. This is the third time in a week you ve put
me off. I think you re forgetting on what side your bread has been buttered all these
years.
Oh, yeah? How long does the statute of limitations run? Reese could barely
believe he d said the words aloud. Now that they were out, he couldn t believe he d
waited this long.
There was a thunderous silence at the other end of the phone.
There s no statute of limitations on a man s life, Hank finally said in a quiet but
deadly voice. Reese actually shuddered, glad he was separated by several miles from
the man on the other end of the line.
Another call coming in. Later. Reese hung up and leaned back in his office chair,
swiveling to see the mountains outside his window. He stared past the view, his mind,
against his will, returning to that terrible, confusing time.
Back in high school, though quiet and reserved around his classmates, in fact Hank
had a caustic, biting wit, which he turned with scathing, cruel accuracy on everyone
around them. It made Reese feel special back then to be taken under his wing. He was
part of a superior elite of two.
But more than that, he d found someone who understood and shared his sexual
orientation. He didn t have to pretend to be something he wasn t. Reese had been
thrilled with their experimentation, an eager and willing pupil in the sexual lessons.
Hank liked to live on the edge, even back then. He enjoyed taking risks, though in
retrospect, Reese realized Hank had a safety net no matter how bad he fucked up, Dad
was always there to clean up the mess, or sweep it under the rug.
One afternoon Hank and Reese stayed after school to complete a science lab they d
both missed. Toward the end of the lab the teacher overseeing them had been called
away on some emergency or other. They finished the lab and Reese figured they d
leave, but Hank had other ideas.
Come in the supply closet. You re going to suck my cock.
They were seventeen, perennially horny and very stupid. Reese at first refused.
What if someone found them?
Come on, you know you want to, Hank had retorted. I ll return the favor when
we go to my house, if you re a good little boy. Hank reached for him, his grip sure as
he stroked Reese s cock through his jeans.
They both stared down at his erection, Reese with embarrassment, Hank with a sly
smile. He pushed Reese back toward the supply closet door. They entered it, leaving the
door slightly ajar so they would hear anyone coming.
But they didn t hear a thing not until it was too late.
What happened next would always remain a blur, punctuated with pain, terror and
confusion. Hank s cock suddenly jerked from Reese s mouth, the thunk of Hank s skull
hitting the floor, Reese s frantic, terrified scrabble to stand, his body drenched in fight-
or-flight chemicals, his hands curled into fists before he even knew who he was
attacking. The splintering of glass, the gush of blood, splattering bright red against the
gray linoleum, the rush of feet trampling into the room, the cries of outraged horror&
Reese closed his eyes and put his face into his hands. He had blocked out the actual
event for so long, so why was it streaming through his brain now? Was it because of
Jeff? Had his defenses been lowered by the sweetness they d shared, allowing feelings
so long numbed to sting painfully back to life? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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inside.
Jeff couldn t resist pressing against the digit, forcing it deeper while Reese
continued to suck and stroke his cock with silky hot kisses. Jeff had imagined an
intimate dinner and maybe a walk afterwards, with a slow lead-in to seduction. His
mind still hadn t caught up to what Reese was doing to him, but his body was reacting
full force.
He felt the clutch of a climax grip him. Ah, god, Reese, oh& He jerked hard,
slamming his cock down Reese s throat. Reese didn t miss a beat, his finger still
swirling inside Jeff as he sucked every drop of cum from Jeff s balls.
When he finally let Jeff go, Jeff slid slowly down the door until he was sitting on the
floor, his jeans tangled around his knees, his cock still jutting from his groin, wet and
shiny. Reese raked his body with his gaze, his eyes hooded with lust.
He held out a hand and Jeff took it, allowing Reese to hoist him to his feet. Reese
took him into his arms and kissed his neck. If that was the appetizer, Reese
murmured, I can t wait for the meal.
Chapter 7
he next morning found Reese musing at his desk, his work ignored. Last
night had been amazing. Though he hadn t admitted it to Jeff, Reese had
T been half-dreading seeing him again, not because he wasn t interested, but
because he knew it would be impossible for their second time to measure up to the first.
No way could the intensity be repeated or recreated.
And yet it had. If anything, it had been better. For one thing, there was no camera
recording their every move. He was no longer doing something sneaky. There was no
ulterior motive. He was with Jeff because he wanted to be, and that felt good.
He hadn t planned on the impromptu blow job upon entering Jeff s house. Jeff had
looked so fucking sexy, his hair still damp from a shower, his jeans slung low over his
hips, revealing a band of pale, smooth skin beneath his shirt, his feet bare.
After a very good meal, they d moved to the bedroom to finish what he d started,
and this time Jeff was back in control, claiming Reese with as much intensity and
mastery as he had that first time. Reese had never been with anyone like Jeff. He
wanted more, more, more.
Reese was distracted by his cell phone vibrating on the desk. The erection that had
been building eased off when he saw it was Hank, but he knew he couldn t put him off
forever.
Hey. What s up?
Finally. Where the fuck have you been? Without waiting for a response, Hank
continued, Want me to pick you up at eight for the show or do you have time for
dinner first?
Shit. Reese had completely forgotten. Adopting his best sincere tone, tinged with
regret, he said, I can t, Hank. I m sorry.
What do you mean you can t? I ve had these tickets for weeks. What s the
problem?
Reese hesitated, the lie ready on his tongue. I have to work late. It s my chance for
my first big client. If I get this account, I ll finally make a name for myself at Strata.
You and that stupid job, Hank said, exasperation ripe in his voice. At least he
seemed to be going for it. Damn it, Reese. This is the third time in a week you ve put
me off. I think you re forgetting on what side your bread has been buttered all these
years.
Oh, yeah? How long does the statute of limitations run? Reese could barely
believe he d said the words aloud. Now that they were out, he couldn t believe he d
waited this long.
There was a thunderous silence at the other end of the phone.
There s no statute of limitations on a man s life, Hank finally said in a quiet but
deadly voice. Reese actually shuddered, glad he was separated by several miles from
the man on the other end of the line.
Another call coming in. Later. Reese hung up and leaned back in his office chair,
swiveling to see the mountains outside his window. He stared past the view, his mind,
against his will, returning to that terrible, confusing time.
Back in high school, though quiet and reserved around his classmates, in fact Hank
had a caustic, biting wit, which he turned with scathing, cruel accuracy on everyone
around them. It made Reese feel special back then to be taken under his wing. He was
part of a superior elite of two.
But more than that, he d found someone who understood and shared his sexual
orientation. He didn t have to pretend to be something he wasn t. Reese had been
thrilled with their experimentation, an eager and willing pupil in the sexual lessons.
Hank liked to live on the edge, even back then. He enjoyed taking risks, though in
retrospect, Reese realized Hank had a safety net no matter how bad he fucked up, Dad
was always there to clean up the mess, or sweep it under the rug.
One afternoon Hank and Reese stayed after school to complete a science lab they d
both missed. Toward the end of the lab the teacher overseeing them had been called
away on some emergency or other. They finished the lab and Reese figured they d
leave, but Hank had other ideas.
Come in the supply closet. You re going to suck my cock.
They were seventeen, perennially horny and very stupid. Reese at first refused.
What if someone found them?
Come on, you know you want to, Hank had retorted. I ll return the favor when
we go to my house, if you re a good little boy. Hank reached for him, his grip sure as
he stroked Reese s cock through his jeans.
They both stared down at his erection, Reese with embarrassment, Hank with a sly
smile. He pushed Reese back toward the supply closet door. They entered it, leaving the
door slightly ajar so they would hear anyone coming.
But they didn t hear a thing not until it was too late.
What happened next would always remain a blur, punctuated with pain, terror and
confusion. Hank s cock suddenly jerked from Reese s mouth, the thunk of Hank s skull
hitting the floor, Reese s frantic, terrified scrabble to stand, his body drenched in fight-
or-flight chemicals, his hands curled into fists before he even knew who he was
attacking. The splintering of glass, the gush of blood, splattering bright red against the
gray linoleum, the rush of feet trampling into the room, the cries of outraged horror&
Reese closed his eyes and put his face into his hands. He had blocked out the actual
event for so long, so why was it streaming through his brain now? Was it because of
Jeff? Had his defenses been lowered by the sweetness they d shared, allowing feelings
so long numbed to sting painfully back to life? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]