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Rocco also comes across really nice on his social media, which isn't something you often see with adult stars. To me, him being a friendly nerd makes him 10x hotter. 

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The Neighbours - Bisexual Gay Peeping Tom Fantasy

 The Neighbours
When one door closes, just look in the window

They moved in over 9 months ago, taking over the old pirates place. The old pirate was the man who owned the apartment before them. He had an eyepatch and had a thing for billowy sleeves and robes. I hadn't seen him for some time and had the odd thought about going to check up on him. But right as I was about to, the scruffy wall of a man and his wife moved in. 

Our apartments weren't technically next to one another. My apartment and theirs were in a corner of a building, so my balcony and their balcony weren't that far from each other. I could see into their bedroom and their living room through their balcony door. They could see into my living room and my kitchen from their point of view. Now, I don't make it a habit to be nosey or spy on my neighbours, but sometimes it just kind of happens. Especially when you get curious by the sounds you hear from the other side of the wall you share with them. 

More often than not, I'd end up taking a look because of some sort of banging around. They had a lot of pictures, shelving, and other stuff on their walls, so each time I'd look in I would check to see if they added anything else. But on the rare occasion, I'd hear what sounded like moaning and the sounds of a bed hitting the wall. It's happened once or twice where I'd go take a look and I'd have a view of them having sex. I know I shouldn't be a creep, but at the same time, if you leave your blinds open you have to expect that someone will be looking at some point, right?

He was giving it to her real good, from what it sounded like. I'd hear her moans and his, the squeaking of the bed, the headboard knocking into the wall, all of it. There was one time I could hear a wet noise and moaning and I spent the entire time wondering if the guy was just jerking off with a lot of lube, or if she was giving him a real wet hand job. 

After a time I did learn the difference. She would get him off quicker, but he'd edge himself for a while. So, based off of how long he was moaning, I could generally surmise what was going on. Over the past while though, I haven't heard much of anything. 

I didn't really hear her as much lately and I started to wonder if she had moved out or something. I'd hear him playing music very often and sometimes I'd look over to see that he'd be just sitting there in his underwear, enjoying the music. I'd be lying if I said I didn't let my eyes wander and linger over his body. He was often coming home and putting on music and just sitting there and enjoying his music in his underwear. But something interesting started to happen. I noticed that nearly every day he'd have this thick bulge in his underwear. At first I had to do a triple take to really piece together what I was seeing. He was a hot guy. He was scruffy and kinda beefy, with a nice beard sometimes. Now add what appears to be a long thick dick to the mix and he was pretty much perfect. 

It became almost like a ritual for me. I'd get home, often times I'd already hear his music playing, and it wasn't bad stuff either. So, I'd end up bopping along with him sometimes as I nursed a beer and checked in on him. It was interesting to watch him just sit in his chair, his phone in one hand just scrolling the web, all the while in some combination of underwear and hoody, or underwear and tank top. I preferred the hoody and briefs combo, myself. His sweaters looked really comfy and it just looked really cute on him. Anyways, he'd just sit there and I started to notice that he'd be hard and just ignoring it. But I'll never forget the day that I checked in on my neighbour friend and watching his cock get big and hard in his briefs. It was incredibly hot to watch as his briefs got really tight and I could see the fabric straining around his girth. I could even see a glimpse of his piss slit through the fly on his briefs. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't touching myself as it happened. But it was still rather confusing to me. He was hard all the time and yet he wasn't doing anything about it. Just ignoring his big dick. If mine was that big, I'd be playing with it all the time. I wonder what was up with him? Where was his wife?

I had made my way through the public transport maze that was downtown and made it home in one of the quieter neighbourhoods just outside of the downtown bubble. I walked the stone path towards the front door, looking up to see my neighbours balcony door open and cleaning supplies and a garbage bag sitting on the balcony. My curiousity was piqued. I wonder what was up. Spring cleaning, perhaps?

-

I got inside and b-lined my way to the window to take a peek. The broom had been moved, but I was able to see that a lot of the walls had been cleared out. It looked a lot less chaotic now, but I could also tell that something was really off about this situation. I stepped away for a bit and did my usual routine of post-work shower, my post-work beer, and post-work wank. Although today my mind was a little too busy and I couldn't get that last one in. 

After a bit I checked in on my neighbour friend. More photos had been taken down and his couch was gone. I'm not sure why but it just dawned on me that maybe he's moving out entirely. Which kind of made me sad. I hadn't really spoken to him much and most of what I knew of him was what I heard or got to see, but I'd still miss him. He was the hot neighbour that had fun sexual experiences and happened to walk around in tight underwear. How could I not miss that? 

Later that night I was running my dishwasher and noticed a light turned on at his place. I walked over and looked in. His chair was still there, a book shelf, a lamp, and a coffee table. Interesting...So he didn't move out. His wife did? 

My line of thinking was broken up when I saw him walking around with boxes and getting things sorted. He was wearing a tank top and cargo pants that were actually well fitted. Not something you usually see in a cargo pant. Wonder where he got them...Anyway, he looked good. He looked sweaty. He looked....Sad. 

He sat in his chair and looked down at his phone for a bit and then tossed his phone. He looked stressed out and I felt bad for him in this moment. I should stop in to see how he's doing. But I just have to be stealthy and not let on that I've been a weirdo whos been watching him. In my defense, I usually only take a look like two or three times a night and I only watch for like a minute at most. I'm not camped out with a camcorder and camouflage or something. 

He put his feet up on his coffee table and used a remote, I guess he still has his TV. He stood up and took off his pants, kicking them off to the side, so he was just standing there in his briefs and his tank top. He reached for the hem and pulled off his tank top in one smooth motion and then walked off. He looked really sweaty and his body hair had grown in more - which threw me off. Was he trimming it for her or something? 

He came back with a beer and sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up and pulled up his phone. He sipped as he scrolled and I noticed that the bulge in his underwear was getting bigger. I watched as he adjusted his leg, shifting his quickly hardening cock so it moved up towards his waistband, straining the fabric and pressing the fly open. I watched as he slowly stroked his newly hairy stomach and scrolled on his phone, taking a swig of his beer and flexing his dick every now and again. His beard had grown in more and it was a lot more scruffy than he usually kept it. It looked good on him, the whole wild man thing. His hand drifted down to his crotch and I watched with anticipation as he began to slowly stroke his cock through the fabric. He'd occasionally thrust his hips into his palm and gyrate his hips as he sat there. 

He stood up swiftly and slid off his briefs, freeing his beast of a cock. It bobbed and swayed as he stood there for a second before he sat back down. He took another swig from his beer and scrolled on his phone as he began to slowly rub and tug on his cock. He would switch from an overhand grind to his regular grip, just slowly massaging and stroking his cock. It began to get really engorged and would pulse and throb. I watched on in awe as I could see his cock head get slick with precum. He started to get into a rhythm of jerking himself off, switching hands, and even using both his hands. He looked so sexy, his sweaty beefy torso  all leaned back like that as he pleasured himself.  I felt so wrong for watching, but I was transfixed. It's like I could feel his sexual energy. Like he was having some sort of divinely sexual experience. 

He slid his thick fingers over his cock head, thrusting his hips into his palm. I would watch as his mouth would fall open, watching him gasp and moan but not hearing it was a peculiar sensation. He set his phone down and focused on jerking his big cock with both his hands. He was pumping his fists and I could see him moaning and then the unthinkable happened. 

He locked eyes with me as he pumped his giant cock with both of his big meaty hands and worked himself over the edge as his thick cock started spurting out hot cum all over his hairy thick torso. His mouth stayed open as he looked at me, he stuck his tongue out as he pumped his cock, getting every last drop out. He raised his hand and started to lick and eat his own cum, not for a second breaking eye contact.  

What...just happened?

He smiled as he pulled his hands off his cock and got up and went to go clean up. I stood there, stupefied as to what just happened. He's known I've been watching him and that must be his way of letting me know. My own dick was leaking precum and had soaked a big spot in my boxers. I need to jerk off, but I almost want to go stop in on him and see if he wants to play around.  

The next morning i decided to go over to his door to ask for sugar, offer him a joint, and to explain myself, since he obviously knew I was peeping in on him and bribing him with drugs will help with that conversation. I made my way through the hall and found his door. I waited for a few moments after I knocked and could hear some shuffling around inside. A moment later the door swung open and there he was in a robe and bed head. 

"Uhh, hi! I'm Beau. I'm in 222 and I was wondering if I could borrow some sugar and also apologize" 

I said rather quickly. 

He smirked and chuckled. 

"Chris...and apologize for what?"

"What?"

"Apologize for what exactly? Could you....explain what you did?"

"I-uhh...yes. Yeah. Yup. But first, I'd like to offer a hemp olive branch"

I handed him the joint, watching him look at it in his hand then back to me, that smirk still on his face. 

"Go on..."

"I have occasionally looked in on your place, cause I'm nosey...But I didn't mean to see what I saw last night. I'm really sorry"

He leaned against the doorway and the turned his body and made a sweeping motion with his hand. 

"Come in".

I headed in and took off my flip flops and followed him into his kitchen. I didn't have a view of it, so this was my first time seeing it. It was a little empty, but he had some nice mugs. He pulled out a chair in his living room and then went back to his kitchen as I sat down. 

"Coffee?"

"Uh, sure."

"Is this why you needed sugar?"

"I mean, yeah, technically..."

"So, one scoop or two?"

"two...Thanks"

He came back with two mugs of coffee and handed me a mug. He stood and walked around slowly and he sipped his coffee. 

"Uhh, yeah, so, I'm really sorry for what I did. You were having a private moment and it was wrong of me. Just tell me how I can fix this"

Chris let out a chuckle and said. 

"Chill dude, it's fine...I noticed you a few times over the past few months and initially it threw me off...but then I kinda liked it..."

I stopped mid sip of my coffee and looked up to him as he walked behind me and stood to the right of me. 

"You-wait...you did?"

I asked surprised. 

"Yeah...I felt like I was kinda putting on a show. I would just be looking at porn and sitting here getting all horned up...It actually helped me get over some recent stuff."

Chris said and took a sip and looked at my peace offering. 

"Wanna smoke it with me?"

He asked. 

"Uh, sure. Yeah...A nice wake n' bake never hurt nobody".

Chris opened his balcony door and I could see a glimpse of his heavy dick through the gap in his robe. Oh, he was naked under there. He passed me his coffee and lit up the joint and took a big hit off of it before blowing smoke slowly up into the air. He looked at me with half lidded eyes through the haze and put the lighter back in his robe pocket and then took his coffee back. He took another big hit and then passed it to me, where I took a decent hit and held it for a bit before blowing out a narrow smoke stream. I passed the joint back to him and instructed. 

"You finish it. It's my apology blunt".

Chris let out a laugh as he took the joint and then took another hit off of it. 

"Did you guys break up?" 

I asked. 

Chris looked to me through the smoke and stayed quiet for a moment before he explained. 

"We did... It just kind of fizzled after we moved in...which was rough"

"Fair...that kind of stuff is hard...but you really get to know someone by living with them"

Chris nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. 

"Yeah, plus the sex just died too and I've been basically wanting to climb the walls but just...couldn't do anything until I knew what was going on with us...y'kno? Like I wanted to get to fuckin' but I wanted to make sure everyones feelings were okay..."

"You're a conscientious and loyal lover. It's commendable".

"alrighty, big words" He said with a chuckle. 

I laughed with him and shrugged. 

"I enjoy the crossword, what can I say?"

Chris took the last hit on the joint and blew out a slow stream of smoke. He set the joint in the ashtray he had on his balcony and stepped back inside, closing the screen sliding door behind him. 

"Thanks for the joint, dude. You really didn't have to..."

He said as he stood to the left of me again. 

I looked up to him and took a sip of my coffee before saying. 

"I really just wanted to make sure that everything was okay with us. I mean, I should've introduced myself a long time ago. It shouldn't have taken this for us to meet.." 

chris shrugged and said. 

"Ehh, it's alright. I kinda like that this is how we're getting closer...".

Getting closer? I'm sorry, what did he mean? 

"I mean, I was embarrassed at the start of this, so this is a nice turn of events"

"Anyways, now that your single, are you ready to run through the girls on this side of town?"

Chris finished his coffee and walked back into the kitchen where I could hear him pour himself another cup. 

He walked back out and adjusted his blinds and walked back over to me, coffee in one hand, his other hand holding his robe closed. I knew he was naked under there and I had to actively not fantasize. Or maybe I should? I mean, I got to see him lose himself in ecstasy as he was looking at me. 

He stood to the left of me and looked out his balcony door and he let out a chuckle.

"Oh, boy..."

I laughed in response, my high hadn't kicked in yet, but it was always fun to watch someone else get to that point. 

"Ya feelin' it buddy?" 

Chris looked to me and nodded, his pupils looking a little pink. 

"That's some good stuff...you have good taste" 

"Oh, thank you. I'm a cannabinoid connoisseur, after all..." 

I replied with a chuckle. The buzz starting to kick in. 

Chris' smirk evolved into a full toothy smile. 

"I can tell... I gotta get you to buy some for me. I just feel so... good..which is kinda new". 

He said the last part a little quieter and took my chance. 

"Were things not really healthy with your ex?" 

Chris drank from his cup as he looked to me and let out a sigh. 

"A partner shouldn't want you to dim your light... especially because that light helps to illuminate new parts of yourself... ykno?" 

From that I assume that he was growing as a person and she wasn't okay with it, so, friction. 

"I mean, within reason...cause like, it's not like I discovered I was into taxidermy or something... I just learned and accepted more about what or who I want in life...that's not a bad thing" 

He said with a reassuring tone, but I couldn't help but laugh. 

"Taxidermy?" 

"What? It was that or cryptocurrency. I chose the less offensive option" 

He added and then finished off his coffee and went and set his coffee down in the kitchen before coming back out into the living room. Without him holding his coffee cup, his robe flowed open more and I caught a glimpse of his dick. Had he been talking to me while half hard? Maybe he was an exhibitionist? Also, what does he mean about how he learned and accepted who he wants in life? Great, he's hot, hung, and a riddle. 

I tore my eyes away from the opening in his robe and looked to his face. He was looking at me with a smirk as he walked closer to me, his robe opening and closing with a flowing movement as he walked. 

"Now, I'm cool with you watching me.. it's kinda hot, actually... but what got you looking in all the time?" 

He asked as he stood closely to my left. I looked up to him, trying to not look into his half open robe, especially since his growing girthy cock would be at eye level. 

"Honestly? I got really curious about all the stuff you had on your walls. So many knick knacks and stuff, it was like a little game where I'd see if I could find something new...but then..." 

I paused as my eyes glanced down his robe quickly. 

"Then, what?" 

He asked softly. 

"Then I saw you and I thought you were cute...which was all I needed to sneak a peak... but then.." 

I glanced back down his robe, my eyes burning a hole into his robe where his dick would be. 

He moved a little closer and gently adjusted his robe so his quickly thickening monster cock was just inches from my face. 

"Then.... what?"

He asked again more softly but with an intensity that drove me nuts. 

I opened my mouth and moved my head towards his nearly hard dick. I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his uncut cock. I glided my tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock head and I could hear him let out a whimper and then a sigh. I wrapped my hands around the base of his cock and started to pump his cock as my tongue wrote the alphabet on the underside of his cock. Feeling his dick growing in my hand and mouth was so hot. This guy had one of those porn dicks that was just mind boggling and left you in awe. 

I started to slowly swallow his big cock as I looked up to him, his eyes' already burning a hole in my head. We locked eyes and I felt the hand on the back of my head grip my hair and he let out another whimper before he started to use his giant cock to fuck my face. I swirled my hand around his cock as he guided my head up and down his shaft. He pulled me off of him and he just looked at me and then his cock. His foreskin had fully pulled back, he was fully hard and getting to see the dribbles of pre-cum ooze out of his slit drove me wild. He looked at my open wet mouth and I felt the tip of his cock tap against my lower lip while he let out a grunt. I opened my mouth wider while I looked up at him and slowly lowered myself onto his thick cock, only stopping once I felt his cock head slide down the back of my throat. We didn't break eye contact as he started to fuck my throat, my eyes beginning to water, the sounds of him skullfucking me while his balls slapped my chin was like a horny symphony to me. I've fantasized about blowing him for months now, and now it's happening!

He got into a nice rhythm as he pumped in and out of my mouth, his hands moving from behind my head to my cheeks. He gently held my head as he fucked my face, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. There was a certain tenderness that I didn't anticipate and it turned me on even more. I was sitting in his living room giving him marathon head, my spit dribbling down my chin and onto my chest, my cock was throbbing in my pants and I felt like I could've cum just from him skullfucking me. I loved how he was using my mouth as his personal sex toy, all while stroking my gently and keeping eye contact. It affirmed that those screams of pleasure I was hearing from his ex were definitely because of him. I wonder what he'd do if I bottomed for him...

He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his heavy goose egg balls slapping against my chin, my spit coating his cock, his balls, his crotch, he was getting faster and more erratic. I moved my hands around his cock and began to circle and pump his dick as he jammed his monster cock down my throat. His breathing picked up and he moved his hands so he was holding my head still as he fucked me, pounding the back of my throat as he panted and moaned. I used my one hand to massage his balls, slowly pulling and tugging, playing with his big nuts in my hand as he fucked my face, my cock straining and smearing the inside of my pants with precum, I was so turned on and I thought again about how good he'd be at fucking me. I removed my hand from his shaft and freed my cock, quickly jerking off as he continued furiously fucking my face. I found myself getting really close, really fast, which worked great as I looked up to Chris and saw his mouth hanging open, his eyes half open, losing himself and seemingly blissed out as he pounded his monster cock down my throat. 

"Fuck, fuck...fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"

He said as he tightened his grip on my head and locked eyes with me. 

"I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?"

I moved my hand from his balls and started to jerk his cock and started bobbing on it, letting him know I wanted him to blast his cum down my throat. I wanted to taste him, drink him in. His hips bucked and he started thrusting at a faster pace again, his thick cock head sliding in and out of the back of my throat, his moaning grew louder. His left hand was stroking my cheek while his right hand tightened its grip on my hair, his moans and whimpers getting louder as he let out a loud moan and I felt the first gush of cum across the back of my tongue and shoot down my throat. He continued to fuck my throat as he was cumming, my spit and his cum mixing as it started dribbling down my chin. I jerked my own cock and started to cum as I sat in his chair with his monster cock buried down my throat. I came as he slowed his thrusts and held my head in one place as he panted and looked down at me. 

"Holy....Holy shit..."

His cock was still in my mouth and I used my tongue to nurse the underside of his cock to get all of his cum. His hands tightened on my head again and he let out a whimper before he pulled out of me. I sat there covered in a mixture of my spit and his cum, my lips all red and swollen from the aggressive skull fucking I just got. I looked up at him with my mouth open, some of his cum still on my tongue. He bent over and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth as we french kissed with his cum, passing it back and forth before he broke the kiss and swallowed his own cum. His girthy monster had began to shrink, but still looked heavy and spent, my right hand gently playing with his balls. 

"So, do you accept my apology?"

I asked sarcastically. 

Chris let out a loud laugh and then got on his knees and wrapped his big beefy arms around my shoulders. He was only inches from my face as he looked at my chin that was coated in his cum. He licked my chin, lapping up his own cum. He would kiss me on the lips softly between each lick. 

"I made such a mess of ya, maybe I should be the one to apologize....besides, if I accept your apology, this may never happen again..." 

I let out a chuckle and slipped my arm around him and squeezed him. 

"I can assure you, accepting my apology will not exclude you from getting to fuck me again."

"Oh thank god...cause....that was amazing and I'd love to do it again."

That made me feel really good and my cock twitched at the thought of our future sexual adventures. 

"Although I may still look in on your place now, likely even more so after this..."

He looked to me and smiled. 

"I'd hope so...you like watching me, don't you?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of shame and horniness wash over me. 

"Great...well, feel free to watch me...I'll give ya show...but if you ever want an in person show, you know where I live...". 

He said softly as he kissed my cheek and stood up. 

-

A few days later

-

After our hot encounter I jerked off a few times just thinking about Chris. I was a bit busy with work however and hadn't been able to peep in on him or see him, until I heard my phone vibrate. It was a message from Chris, a photo actually. 

'Hey! Want a private show tonight? I'm feeling...up to it'

It took me half a second to reply back with...
'Abso-fucking-lutely'

-Fin

what's got me goin' today...

My Boss is Super Hung - A workplace NSFW Short Story

My Boss is So Horny
A potential HR nightmare

I heard a ding on my phone and noticed that it was from Jake. The office was closed today, so I considered just ignoring the message. I sat there for a moment and then decided to open the message. It was a photo...A photo of Jake in his car, in his gym clothes, and...one of the largest bulges I've ever seen. My mouth started watering as I looked on in awe at how huge his bulge was and how juicy his chest looked, but reality slapped me in the face with the reminder 'THIS IS YOUR BOSS'.

I wasn't sure how to go about replying to Jake as it was just a photo, not any text. Maybe I could just ask him if he needed anything and just ignore the photo? Maybe lie and say the photo didn't send correctly and just don't acknowledge it? Or maybe I could send him back a picture of my dick or just a picture of my mouth so he knows where he can shove his big dick....wait - no. No. I have to approach this with a professional mind. This guy could alter my career path, after all. Not that I think Jake would be vindictive and sabotage my career if I just turned him down, but I would also rather have Jake as a valuable person in my network. 

Ding ~
Ah, my phone, again.

'Hey Ben, I think I sent you something by accident. Did you happen to receive anything from me?'

I tapped the side of my phone, looking at his message that sat right below the hot as fuck image that he sent by accident. Part of me wished he meant to send it and this was his way of letting me know he's interested. 

'Hey Jake, I did receive a message from you a bit earlier. Your chest routine is working' I replied back.

Was that last part too casual? Was Jake concerned about what he sent and this isn't the time to pay him a compliment?

'Thank you, Ben. I've been working hard, so, I appreciate that. I would like to speak to you on Monday about what I sent to you, let's set up a meeting near end of day, shall we?'

Ahh, crap. A meeting about this? I mean, that's fine. Yeah, it's fine. I'll just play dumb and just shrug it off and let him know that there isn't any problem. 

Monday

I was back at work and making my way through different reports that I had to work out. I noticed that the meeting with Jake was coming up pretty shortly, so I wrapped up the file I was working on and set my status to 'away'. 

I made my way to his office, he had the curtains drawn, which made me a little nervous. 

I knocked and heard him call me in. I made my way inside and saw him sitting at his desk and he looked up to me. He was a very handsome older man and if he wasn't my boss, receiving that picture of him would've felt like hitting the jackpot. 

"Thanks for coming, Ben."
Jake said as he stood up to meet me with a handshake. Nice and firm. 
"Absolutely. What is it that you'd like to talk about?"
I asked.
Jake smiled and seemed to think for a moment before he continued. 
"About this weekend. I believe I sent you a photo of myself that I didn't intend on you seeing...You know of the photo I'm speaking of, right?"
"I-I do, yes. It's fine, by the way. I'm not...like, upset or anything".
Jake leaned against his desk and cocked his head to the side and watched me for a moment. 
"You aren't upset?"
"Nope, I mean...should I be?"
"Well, as you are my subordinate, I wouldn't want to ever make it seem like I was coming onto you or make you uncomfortable...You've been an amazing addition to the team and this entire situation has been quite stressful... I just wouldn't want to lose you because of an accident like this". 
I nodded and let out a laugh. 
"I'm not uncomfortable at all. I was worried initially because of the confusion, but...yeah, I'm not upset or uncomfortable. Before I realized it was you, it was actually rather hot to see...-ahh, sorry".
I said the last part without really thinking and I looked to Jake who smirked as he pushed up and off from his desk. 
"...That is quite the relief, Ben. I'm glad that you understand the situation and what happened...".
Jake looked great in a suit. His suit was always fitted perfectly to his athletic body. I looked him over before looking back to his eyes. 
"Totally. Not a problem".
Jake took a step closer to me and had this look in his eyes. 
"One more thing...Ben...".
"Yes?"
"You mentioned just a moment ago...that before you knew it was me, you thought it was hot...What do you think about it now?"
He asked as he stepped even closer to me. 
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It dawned on me that he was testing the waters. 

"I mean...without it affecting my job in anyway...It's even hotter"
I said as Jake was only standing a few inches from me. He looked me with such an intensity but also a rather mischievous look.
"I can guarantee you that it won't affect your future, whatsoever." 
I closed the distance between us and I placed my hand on his crotch, where I found a thick bulge under his suit pants. 
"Then it's incredibly hot...Can I admit something?"
I asked sheepishly as I slowly slid my hand along the bulge in his pants. 
"Go for it, tiger".
I felt my dick twitch at his nickname for me. 
"I got off to that picture....a few times, actually... You look really, really good in it..".
He placed his hand under my jaw and guided me to his lips for a gentle kiss. 
"Thanks, Ben...You were wondering about my chest routine...can I ask you for your glute routine? Because, you've got one of the nicest asses I've seen...". He said as he kissed me again. 
I gripped his dick through his pants and slowly stroke him. His dick was big and thick, just as I imagined. 

I started stroking Jake with a bit more speed and he let out a soft gasp as he broke our kiss. 

"Everyone's gone home....want to have some fun?"

"Only if you're okay with this, of course..."
He added as he kissed me again gently. 

I pulled his suit pant zipper down and when Jake broke our kiss I said.

"I've thought about this since I started here...Seriously, that photo drove me wild..."
He unbuttoned his pants and shoved his pants down, freeing the girthiest cock I've ever seen. He gripped under his heavy balls and shook it at me. I was transfixed and wanted him to put it in me, regardless of where. 

"Let's get more comfortable..."
Jake said as he removed his suit jacket and then started to unbutton my shirt. I unbuttoned his shirt as he unbuttoned mine. When I reached the last button I quickly undid my pants and slid them off and stood there with Jake, both of us naked, hard, and horny. 

Jake took my hand and stepped backwards a few times and he leaned against his mahogany desk as he pulled me in close and kissed me deeply this time. My hands found his beast of a dick and started to stroke him, he moaned into the kiss and his hands found my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and pulling me in closer. We stood there kissing, me stroking his cock as he played with my ass. I could just do this and leave happy, but I wasn't one for settling. I kissed Jake again and dropped to my knees as he rested his hands on the desk. I took his cock in my hand and started to jerk him off after I spat on his dick a few times. My spit mixing with his precum, making his thick cock nice and slick. Jake looked down to me, he looked so horny and I could tell he was loving this. He started panting and cursing under his breath. With his one hand he stopped my hand and the other he tilted my head so I was looking up at him. 

"If you keep going like this, I'm gonna cum...".
I smirked and then opened my mouth and let my tongue flop out and swiftly swallowed his thick cock down my throat, a deep guttural moan erupted out of Jake. I bobbed on his cock, his hand finding the back of my head and he started to take control of my pace. I followed his direction as Jake started fucking my throat, his big balls started slapping my chin and I could feel him tickling my gag reflex. 

We got into a nice rhythm as Jake fucked my face, grunting and moaning as he thrusted. 

"Take my cock, Tiger...Take it....take...oh...oh god..."
Jake started to trail off and I felt his hand grip my hair, he was going to cum. 

I pulled myself off his cock and started to furiously jerk off his engorged wet cock. I looked up to Jake and locked eyes with him as Jake let out a loud moan and started to cum. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot into my mouth and over my face. He thrusted into my hands as he came, letting out a deep manly grunt with each thrust.  

Friday

The work week went on without any fuss or issues. After Jake and I finished up on Monday, he treated me to a coffee and we talked about it. We both decided that we'd like to do it again and that we wouldn't tell anyone about it, just to avoid any problems. He was a great boss but I also wanted him to blow my back out, so, was it the wisest choice on my part? No. But Jake was worth it...

I had closed down my laptop and was getting my things together on this sunny Friday afternoon. 
Ding~ 
'TGIFH, Tiger' 
'TGIFH? Typo?'
'Nope, I meant TGIFH...This Guy is Fucking Horny'
And then he sent me a photo of him in his car, his thick cock and balls were pulled through his suit pants fly. My mouth started watering and I instantly wondered how he'd feel stretching out my hole. I started to get hard as I stood there in my office and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. 
'Want a quicky in the parking lot, I take it?' 
I texted him and put my phone away as I made my way out of the building. As I stood in the elevator I felt my phone vibrate and I took a look. 
'I was thinking you could follow me back to my place and we could see where the weekend takes us?'
I couldn't help but smile as I walked through the lobby and out of the double doors, into the parking lot. I looked around and found his car and walked over to him. 
I stopped at his window and looked in to see him sitting there with his cock out, I watched as he started to get hard. 
"Soooo....what do you think?" Jake asked. 
I leaned in his car window and discreetly reached my hand down as I cupped his heavy balls and gently massaged them, which got a soft gasp out of Jake. 
"You are insatiable, my friend..."
I said with a laugh.
Jake and I hadn't done anything since Monday, but we had some moments. On Thursday he brushed against me in the lunch room and I could feel his half hard cock against my ass, even though it was for a second, it was hot. 
"Did you mean to send me that photo of you? Ykno, to test the waters...so to speak?"
I asked. 
Jake was looking down as I massaged his balls and then looked to me with a serious expression. 
"Honestly? I had a beer and I sent it to test the waters, but then my Big Boss brain kicked in after I sent it...and I panicked.."
Jake explained as he shifted his hips causing his hard cock to rest against the steering wheel. I'd fuck him right here and now if he said so. 
I tore my eyes away from his cock and looked to him again and said. 
"That's...kind of what I thought. I'm glad you took a chance...C'mon...Let's go back to your place". 
Jake went from looking rather dour and serious to brightening right up with a big toothy smile. 
"Alrighty then! Great! I can make you dinner and we can enjoy the last of this sun and hang around my pool...How's that sound, Tiger?".
He asked. 
I let go of his balls and gripped the base of his cock, causing his shaft and his head to become engorged. 
"Sounds great...As long as you fuck me at some point...".
I stated as I was picturing his monster cock stretching me out.
Jake let out a loud laugh. 
"If you want, we can do it multiple times...Alright, follow me then...".  

With that I went to my car and followed Jake out of the parking lot and to his house, where I'll be spending the weekend nursing my bosses juicy fat cock.

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The Belmont Lounge - A mafia romance (NSFW Images/Gifs)

                                                           The Belmont Lounge 
                                                                  a mafia romance

The gangs and various criminal enterprises have always had their fingers in many pies. But one that people often forget is just how essential these questionable men were essential in keeping queer spaces safe. One such example is Dean Connelly. Rough, scruffy, and gruff in a quick summary. 

Dean was a staple here at the lounge far before I got there. Dean was older than me by a decent amount, but I'm not too sure how much older. Was he looking really good for his age? Or really bad for his age? Depending on your viewpoint, I suppose. Either way, I started being a key holder at the lounge, closing up on Wednesday and Sunday. It was a good job and the pay was surprisingly good, so I had every intention on staying...then I met Dean and I was sure if it. 

The Belmont Lounge has been around for going on 70 years. It was started by Hugo Belmont after he got back from deployment, who wanted to create his ideal bar that he'd want to meet his soulmate in. It became a bastion for secretive hookups and affairs, straight or otherwise. 

I was introduced to Dean a few months ago, only seeing him every few weeks. He wasn't in frequently, but he was well known in there. Dean was particularly friendly with Wade Otani, the current manager. Wade was a sweetie and always impeccably dressed, even if I didn't understand every look he was going for, he was still pretty. 

Speak of the devil, he was coming towards me out of the back hall that lead to the kitchen, offices, and private rooms. He smiled his small but friendly smile, his fine lines appearing. He was quite handsome and he was older. 

"Hello Ben, how does today find you?" Wade asked as he stepped behind the bar. 

I tossed my bar towel on the counter and leaned against the bar. 

"Slow, but good I'd say. Not many tables, but some high bills amongst the bunch... the balsamic got another complaint, by the way." I finished with a smile. 

Wade let out a light but quick chuckle and looked at the three tables we had currently and then back to me. 

"You've met Mr. Connelly, correct?" 

"Uh, yes. But only like two or three times. Is he coming in today?" 

"Yeah, Connelly will be in later in the evening. He'll be bringing an entourage of sorts and he'll be using the private rooms."

"Room...or rooms? Like, he's booking all three rooms?"

Wade nodded and raised his eyebrows with an exasperated expression on his face. 

"Oh..my..well, how can I help? I am closing tonight, so, is there anything I should be doing besides regular closing duties? I know Mr. Connelly is a special person to the Belmont, so...we rolling out the red carpet?"

Wade leaned against the bar, his biceps straining the button down fabric. 

"That's my big ask. Mr. Connelly and associates are celebrating a big event - some merger or something - they'll be here closer to 20:30, so we'll need the last guests out by eight, in order for us to make sure everything is set" 

I nodded to signal I was following. So far nothing too drastic, sounds like a private party. 

"The more difficult part of my ask is that they may carry their festivities far past our usual closing hours. Mr. Connelly and the group he is aligned with are incredibly important to the Belmont and we want to make ourselves available to them. So, would you be able to stay until they leave?" 

Ahhh, there's the downside. 

"You'll get an hour and two fifteen paid breaks and if you're here past 02:30 I'll pay you time and a half" 

Dammit he was good. 

"You know how much I like my sleep Wade... make me a pot of coffee as you're leaving later and you have a deal"

Wade lit up and clasped his hands while letting out a sigh. 

"Perfect. Tonight has to go smoothly... but not at the expense of the staff, so you agreeing is a big relief." Wade finished and called over his shoulder. 

"Thanks Ben and I'll have a strong pot waiting for ya". 

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The last of the public was wrapping up their bill as Dean arrived. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt, a pair of off-white shorts, a grey hat and his wallet in his hand. He had a rather blocky head, but it worked for him. Dean and I had only interacted twice before this and both times he was rather aloof and gruff. I think he was one of those people that just looks mean, but really is a softie. But I could also be super wrong, afterall, Dean was a Connelly and if I was to pay attention to the gossip, then Dean would be part of the mob. Although who said mob bosses couldn't also be softies? 

I made my way over to Dean, eyeing him up and down. He had tattoos, stubble, muscles, and body hair. Add dangerous power to that, he was a gay with daddy issues, dream man. 

"Mr. Connelly, good to see you again" 

Dean turned more to look at me. That stone cold face softened into a mischievous smirk. Oh, fuck. 

"Why thank you, Ben. I must say, it's always a pleasant time when you're here buddy" 

I was rather surprised by his compliment. We never had any negative interactions, just nothing overly friendly...until today. 

"That's very kind of you Mr. Connelly-"

"Dean, call me Dean"

I paused then nodded and turned my body towards the hallway across the room. 

"Can do. Now, if you'll follow me I can show you to the your rooms for the evening... we also have the rest of the bar at your disposal, but I just want to make sure you know where all the amenities and such are." 

We made our way down the hall that had copper framed photos on wood paneling. The first doors on the right are the kitchen entrance and the office, on the left is the public washroom. Further down the hall, it opened into a bigger room that had a private bar and then two doors to other rooms adjoining that room. All with the same wood, copper, and dark green aesthetic that the Belmont was so fond of. 

"This is the main private room. The bar is fully stocked, except blue Curacao. Can never keep it in stock for some reason. Anyways, feel free to help yourself. If you'd like a bartender, I can play that role as needed. Now, the left room has karaoke and couches. The room to the right has a bed and a bathroom with a shower... so, if anyone needs a nap, then they're set. Any questions?" 

I turned to face Dean who looked up and met my gaze. I guess he was looking at something else... 

"No, this is all great. I've been back here, but I've never actually booked these rooms before... and if you could bartend for the first hour, that would be great...oh! Uhhh, food stuff?" 

"The cook is with us till eleven tonight and we currently have four rotating options, but if you want something else we can make it happen." 

Dean let out a chuckle and walked past me, checking out the bar. 

"No, no, don't worry. Whatever he's got back there, we'll take it. As long as there's balsamic, of course." 

I couldn't help myself from responding. 

"Balsamic? That's the essential for tonight?" 

"It's a versatile dressing that adds complexity to a dish. I'd consider that pretty essential, wouldn't you?" 

A laugh erupted out of me. He has jokes. Dangit. He was built, scruffy, and had a sense of humour... but, he likes balsamic. Guess he isn't my mr.right. 

"Alright, that's fair. You're in luck, we're stocked up. We're brimming with balsamic." 

Dean smiled that goofy smile and stepped closer to me.

"Great.. now, my buds are going to likely be a bit rowdy. I'll be sure to keep them under control, but feel free to let me know if we need to chill the fuck out or somethin'.." 

"For sure. I'll likely phrase it in a more professional way, but I'll hold ya to your word."

"Good. My word is my everything..." 

Odd and intense moment, but hey, we all have our weird stuff, I guess this was his. I started down then hall.

"I believe you. Now I can show you the TV's and I'll give you the remote so you guys can throw on the game or whatever tickles your fancy." 

As we made it out of the hall there were already a group of three guys sitting at the bar. They must've slipped in while I was showing Dean around. 

"Oh hey fellas" Dean called out from behind me. Glad he knows them and they aren't just randoms from off the street. 

The men all looks to me and then past me, all lighting up as they saw Dean. He must be popular amongst his little club of possible ill repute. They got together and I went on my way preparing a round of drinks for them. 
-
More people came and plenty of arm candy amongst them. I still wasn't sure what they were celebrating exactly, but I can only assume it's something to do with the line of business Dean was in. I'm just the closing bartender and I don't need to get involved. Although, I wouldn't mind getting involved with Dean. He was handsome and rugged. Can't dress for shit, but he still looks good in his outfit and he seems to be rather friendly under the icy exterior. Also, he's packing. Those white linen shorts aren't leaving much to the imagination, even though that bulge was something out of my dreams. It looked...heavy. Just a heavy bulge that you just know will expand and bloom like a flower reaching for the sun once you get their pants off. I bet he's got some hefty balls too... I need a drink. 
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                                                                             10:25

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I was pouring myself a shot of tequila after I served a few rounds for the party. I was going to knock it back when I heard.
"Oi! what do you think you're doing?"
I stopped and looked to see Dean Connelly. Was he angry I was taking a shot on shift? 
"Sorry? I...I was just-"
"Doing a shot without me!? C'mon bud. Pour me one and pass the salt." Dean clasped his arm on my shoulder and the weight of his hand vibrated through my body and all went to my dick. 
"Of course! What was I thinking"
I passed him the salt shaker and poured him a double shot, as I was passing it to him his hand grazed mine and he held it for a few seconds before taking the shot. Now that was something interesting...
The salty crystals on my tongue were sizzling and dissolving the top shelf tequila, not able to see anything due to squinting my eyes from the burn of tequila. I opened them after a moment and looked to Dean who was smiling and looking a little disheveled. He was too pretty... in that freshly shaven mountain man kind of way. 
"The party is great, you've done a great job. I'll be sure to mention it to Otano...When do you want us out, by the way?"
"Oh, thank you Dean. I'm pleased  its going so well... And I'm at your beck and call until the last person leaves, which is totally up to you". 
Dean smirked and let out a quick sigh. 
"You're far too gracious... Come, join me in the karaoke room...I'll help bring a round a shots for the boys n' girls".
I let out a chuckle and I stood there for a second, feeling like time was made of molasses. I had the gut feeling that agreeing to this would have consequences beyond my comprehension...but I wanted to risk it. 
"Sure! Why not. I'd love to hear your rendition of 'My heart will go on'. I'll grab some beers and a round of whiskies and we're set". 
Dean let out a laugh and commented. "As a former choir boy, I can hold a note. So don't tempt me." 
I set the beers down in front of Dean and paused and just looked at him. 
"A choir boy?"
"...yeah, what?"
"I...Nothing, just an interesting layer to you, is all".
Dean raised an eyebrow at me and then smirked. Sonnovabitch has dimples. Fuck. Fuck him. 
"I'll let  you peel them back, if you want" He said as he picked up the beers and walked into the Karaoke room. 
I felt my mind scramble like it was an out of tune television with all the squiggles and salt and pepper snow storm. That was an absolute, undeniable, totally for sure, flirtation. 
I picked up the tray with the whisky shots and followed him into the Karaoke room. I made a round and passed out the shots before setting the tray down. The Room had a big screen on one end with a small stage, which was more of a podium if anything. And then there was a set of couches and then three booths along the back wall and corner. I felt a nudge to my shoulder and looked to my side to see Dean. 
"C'mon, we're over here". 
I followed him to the booth in the corner and set down the shots for Dean and myself, plus two extra. He set down a beer for each of us as well. We we're set. I didn't expect to get wasted tonight, but hey, Wade wanted me to make them happy, right? 
I scooted into the booth and felt the seat shift and move and Dean slide in next to me, passing me my beer. 
"If the ladies or gents need to grab a drink, I'll be sure to cover any cost. I just want to have a drink with ya and chat"
I shrugged and nodded, I trusted Dean since Wade seemed to think very highly of him. 
"Sure, I'm cool with that. But if you need me to handle anything, just let me know and I -"
"Just drink!" 
I laughed and clinked bottles with Dean and took a swig. Fine, I won't be super professional. Well, within reason, I do have to lock up later. 
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10:45

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After a shot and a beer, we were getting along great. Watching various people try and vaguely succeed at singing some throwback from the 90's, was oddly entertaining and great for bonding. Who knew? 

I felt Dean's thigh rest against mine. He even bounced his leg lightly, here or there. He seemed a little fidgety, but I would be too after what he's had so far. I didn't turn away from him getting closer to me, but that doesn't mean I wasn't not surprised when I felt his big hand rest on my thigh and gave me a few squeezes. He kept his hand there and we watched as one of his associates was successfully singing 'Jessie's Girl'. 
"A lot of your friends can sing...Are you all former choir boys?"
Dean squeezed my thigh and let out a laugh. 
"In some way or another, I guess....You're a fun guy, Ben"
I bumped his shoulder as I said "So are you and your friends". 
Dean slid his hand slowly up my thigh and then stopped. It was like he was testing the waters, but he had nothing to fear. These waters were friendly. I put my hand over his and moved his hand higher and looked to him. He looked down at our hands and then up. He looked pleased and impish. Will I regret this?
                                                                                    -

11:30

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His hand was resting high on my thigh and we had just kept his hand there. Maybe it was me being delusional, but it's almost like he didn't want to let me go. I felt his fingers knead my thigh and then draw circles. He bumped my shoulder and leaned his head close to mine. 
"I'm really liking this..." 
I couldn't help my smile and I kissed the side of his forehead. I froze for a second after realizing what I had just done. He looked to me with a smirk. 
"Could I be bold and ask what you're doing after work?"
I paused and thought for a second and then decided to take my chance. 
"You, if you're available."
Dean sat straight up and let out a scoff. He looked to me surprised and then removed his hand from mine and said sarcastically. 
"What kinda guy do you take me for!"
He sat back with me and then reached for my hand, brushing my bulge. He found my hand and moved my hand onto his thigh. I could feel his hairy muscular thigh and something else. I initially thought it was a belt buckle or something before I looked down and noticed a thick bulge running down his pant leg. I looked up to meet his gaze, that impish smile was plastered onto his face. He let go of my hand and then moved his hand to grab the hem of his shorts and hike them up, slowly revealing his monster thick cock that was being freed from the fabric. It's like it swelled even bigger and that's when it sank in that this was going down. Before I thought it was just some heavy petting and flirting, but this was big...and so was he. 
                                                     

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12:42

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Some of the party had left, others were still belting it out on the karaoke, and others were similar to myself and Dean, tucked away in a booth - likely up to no good. 

I sat there with Dean and had my had resting on his thigh, gently stroking his cock under the table as he spoke to one of his associates. It made me feel rather dirty, but in that fun way. 

I was rather zoned out due to the last shot I had and being transfixed on Dean. He was such a stud and I should definitely not be doing this, but we were just getting along so well and the conversation just flowed. 
Dean and his associate were talking about most of them retiring for the night and that's when his associate looked to me. 
"Hey! Thanks for the night. The Belmont always treats us right"
I removed my hand from Dean's crotch and clasped my hands together and smiled. 
"Great! I'm glad that everyones had such a great time. Whatever it is you're celebrating, the Belmont is glad to go the extra mile."
The associate stood up and looked to the other booths and the woman singing 'Wake me up before you go go' by WHAM!, then looked back to me. 
"I'll start rounding people up and gettin' them outta here for ya. Dean mentioned that you have to stay here till we're done, so, we're gonna wrap it up".
"oh! Don't worry about it, really. I-"
The associate raised his hand and shook his head. 
"No, no. We've had a great time and it's time to call it a night. Thanks again".
He went on his way and started rounding up those that were left. I looked to Dean who was observing his friend and then looked to me. 
"He'll get everyone out of here before 1".
"You guys can really stay as long as you please. I haven't finished the pot of coffee that Mr. Otani made before he left, so I'm set. Really!"
Dean patted my thigh and let out a chuckle. 
"Nahhh, Tim wants the group to move on anyways. There's an after hours strip club that they want to get to".
Ahh, that made more sense. The Belmont was a great place to spend an evening, but we certainly didn't have strippers. I watched as people began to file out, some stumbling their way out of the karaoke room. The woman had finished her skillful WHAM! rendition and followed after Tim. I scooted out of the booth and looked back to Dean.
"Well, this has been great...I hope you have a fun time at the club." I said. 
Dean raised an eyebrow and then crossed his arms in front of his chest. 
"I'm not going with them, actually. I'll be finishing up our tab and making sure there's no stragglers."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Dean hanging out after his friends had left.
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01:08

    -

The last of the party emptied out and I locked up the front door and made my way back up the stairs. I made my way around the bar, turning off table lights and making sure the windows were closed. I made my way through the bar and noticed that all the glasses weren't there anymore. Odd...
I looked behind the bar and didn't see them, so I went into the kitchen where the glasses were all in the wash sink. I suppose one of the party goers took the initiative. They may have shady dealings, but they were nice in their own way. 
I checked out the private bar and closed it down, which was quick. I heard Dean clear his throat and I noticed him come out of the Karaoke room and walked up to the bar. 
"Could I get one shot for the road?" He asked with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. 
"Of course. Whisky? Tequila?"
Dean rested his big arms on the bar and thought for a moment. 
"Tequila...I'm feeling fun" He said with a smirk. 
At this point I could just give him his shot, get him to close up the tab, and send him on his way. Or, I could have some fun with him in the private residence room.  
He popped back the shot and set the shot glass down and looked to me for a moment in silence. 
"..what?" I asked after a moment. 
He smirked and said "You're somethin'...Uhh, hey, can I smoke in here?"
"...technically no, but if you open the window in the private residence room over there, feel free..and here's a shot for the road." I poured him another tequila shot and he smiled to me and then walked off into the private residence room. I closed up the private bar and I could hear the window open off in the distance and then the sound of a lighter that seemed to be running out of fuel. 
I had a feeling that if I went into the room with him, that things would definitely progress past the point of no return. But I was already stroking this mans girthy monster cock under a table, so I guess I could consider that I've already blown right past the point of no return around eleven o'clock. 
I closed the metal lid to secure the private bar and made my way over to the private room. 
"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that the last of your party have gone. I did lock the front door, but you can leave whenever you need to, just let me....know..." I came to a slow stop as I looked on and saw that Dean had taken his shorts off and had a cigarette hanging from his lips, his big dick just swinging, lit up by the street lights. He looked to me and smirked and moved his shirt up a bit, showing his hairy stomach, his dick throbbed and bounced and started getting harder. 
"Sorry, I thought you'd be busy for a bit..." Dean said quietly as his dick hardened to its full mass.
Jesus he was a monster. 

I turned and said abruptly. "I can step out again, I-I wasn't aware that- "
"Oh c'mon...you were basically giving me the ole rub n tug earlier..." Dean said with a laugh. 
I looked back to him and let out a laugh as well. He had a point.
"You're right...I was just surprised to see you half naked, I guess...".

                                             

-

I leaned against a side table and watched this beast of a man smoke his cigarette with a boner. He was looking me over and and blew smoke out the window. He tapped the cigarette out on the window sill and walked over to me with a smirk on his face. 
"I gotta compliment Otani on his taste in talent...You're the best addition to the Belmont in a long time.." Dean said as he stood in front of me, his thick heavy cock swaying only inches from me. I instinctively reached out my hand and cupped his balls and slowly massaged him. He let out a soft moan, the smell of tequila and smoke lightly in the air, I was ready to have this man blow my mind. 

Dean stepped even closer to me, his cock head poking into my stomach, he slipped his fingers into the top of my pants and tugged. 
"Let's have some fun..." He said as he leaned in and kissed me hungrily. 
I unbuttoned my pants and he slide my pants and my underwear off in one movement, freeing my dick. He didn't break the kiss as his hand found my cock and he started to stroke me and sliding his thumb on the underside of my cockhead. I moaned into the kiss and my hands found his monster cock. I started to slowly stroke him and broke the kiss. 
"Wade can't know"
Dean smirked and nodded as he kissed me again.
His free hand found my ass and quickly his fingers circled my hot hole. I bucked my hips as his finger almost entered me. I broke the kiss and stepped back wards towards the bed on the other side of the room. I reached out my hand to Dean and looked him over as he stood there a little dazed and incredibly horny. He tossed off his hat and pulled off his shirt and walked towards me, he was built nice and thick, with tattoos and beautiful body hair that trailed down to the heaving cock. He met me at the edge of the bed and kissed my cheek gently and asked. 
"How far are you comfortable with goin' ?"
Dean may appear to be intimidating due to his aesthetic and supposed association with a criminal organization, but he's been quite sweet throughout the night. Horny, but sweet. He raised his hand and gently glided his thumb across my cheek, looking at me with an intensity that hit me deep inside somewhere. I took his hand and sat back on the bed and pulled him down on top of me, his strong arms circling around me and holding me, and began to kiss my neck. 
"You can have whatever you want..." I said between heavy breaths. 
He looked up at me with a smirked and stood up, pulling my legs apart and holding them up, he looked down at my bare crotch and ass that was hanging over the side of the bed now. I didn't mind him manhandling me. 
"Can I fuck you?" Dean asked in a softer tone, he furrowed his brows, seemingly concerned that I'd reject him at this point, with my ass currently hanging off a bed at my job. 
I nodded and said. "You're going to have to work me out a little before I can handle your dick...cause, you'll probably rip me in half, otherwise" I finished with a laugh. 
Dean nodded intently and kneeled down between my legs, his fingers finding my hole and gently probing me. I would be fine with him just fingering me, so consider me surprised when I felt his hot tongue on my hole, just a moment later. His tongue ran circles around my hole and alternated with probing his fingers deeper and deeper into me. I was starting to suspect that Dean was very familiar with topping a guy...which somehow got me even more turned on. Clunky first time sex with a straight guy is always fun, but sex with a surprisingly experienced fella is more welcomed. 

I felt him spit on my hole and then slide two fingers in me, my toes curling and my hole clenching on its own. 
"Shhh-shhh-shhh...it's okay baby...just breathe"

Holy Shit. I need him in me yesterday. 
I let out a breath and then got into a rhythm of breathing slowly, feeling my hole relax as he entered a third finger in me. My cock was semi hard and flopping around on my stomach, I refused to touch it as I wanted him to jerk me off. But the temptation was building with each finger he put in me. He continued pumping his fingers into me, his free hand reaching up and rubbing my chest. He cooed at me softly as I started moaning. I took his hand that was massaging my chest and said.
"I'm ready...please"
Dean jumped up quickly and had a big goofy grin across his face. When he smiles his chin gets a dimple...ahh, crap, he's cute. 
He had my legs up in the air and parted them as he stepped closer. I felt his monster cock poke at my taint and glide down and around my hole. He left my leg resting on his shoulder and I could feel his thick cock be aimed at my hole and then slowly I felt pressure and then feeling my ass open for him. I let out a long sigh and I felt his arm loop around my leg and I heard him again. 
"Shhh-shhh...you're doing amazing...I've pictured this for months...".
I looked to Dean who was looking down at his dick as he pressed it into me slowly, I couldn't help my mouth hang open. He looked back to me and smirked as he thrust his hips as the widest part of his cock entered me, causing me to let out a gasp and a moan. I reached my hands down to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart, feeling my hole stretch and adjust, making it feel even better. I watched my legs being hugged by Dean, his big hairy pecs, his strong muscular stomach moving as he slid in and out of me slowly. 
"You feel so good..." Dean said as he locked eyes with me and thrust back into me deeply. 

He started to pick up speed and let out a grunt. 
"You okay with this speed? I don't wanna hurt ya...I know I'm a lil too big for my own good.." 
I was in a daze as his beer can thick cock was stretching my hole as his big muscular arms held my legs in the air. Can he stop being so considerate and sweet?
"Shut up and pound me...please" I added so as not to come across too demanding. 
Dean let out a chuckle and then he leaned over me, my legs bending, his dick shifted and moved inside me and it felt so good. His hands rested on either side of my shoulders and he looked me in the eye as he started to pump in and out of me. He grunted with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against my ass with a heavy slapping noise. I was in heaven. 

I had my eyes closed as I moaned, feeling my hole tingle and feel on fire, I just wanted him to be in me forever, in this moment. He felt so good in me, he felt like he was made just for me. I opened my eyes when I felt his hand move and touch my face. 
"Im gonna cum" Dean said gruffly, I knew what he was implying. 
"cum in me"
He picked up his thrusting speed, his balls slapping against my ass, I began to feel him hit my prostate and I let out a loud moan as I looked to Dean. He kept up his pace and shifted his other hand down to my cock and began to jerk me off. My mouth just hang open as I couldn't handle how much pleasure I was feeling. 
"You're so fuckin' pretty....cum for me, baby".
Dean started stroking me faster, alternating in a rhythm with him pumping his monster cock into me. I was going to blow as I've been horny for hours, I was ready to get off, but it felt like a transcendental experience right now since it was with Dean. His dick felt so good and he was so tender with me. I'm gonna be a wreck when he ghosts me. 
I felt a moan erupt out of me as I felt my hole start to quake and the weirdest orgasm I've ever had was starting. He kept jerking and fucking me, his moaning and panting also getting faster. My toes curled, I gripped the bed as the orgasm pressure finally connected with my dick and I started to cum. With each thrust he fucked more cum out of me as he let out a deep moan and started to cum in me. He pumped as he came pulled me closer so he was buried deep in me as he unloaded. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and pulled him in closer so he fell forward and laid on top of me. We laid there with his thick cock in me, both of us panting and then I heard Dean laugh. 
"That was fuckin' amazing...".
I couldn't help myself but I found his mouth with mine and kissed him softly. He kissed me back and then slid his big arms under me and hugged me as his dick came out of me. He went to move and I hugged him. 
"Post orgasm cuddle isn't over yet..."
He chuckled and laid back on top of me. 

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The next day

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I had another closing shift today, but Wade let me come in later. By the time I got in, it was around seven in the evening. It was a clear day and the Belmont felt really cozy right now. Likely due to the previous nights memories influence. 

"Last night went wonderfully. Mr. Connelly left a substantial tip and I had multiple compliments about you waiting for me when I got in. You did great." 

I was surprised at how many compliments I got and I was even more surprised that Dean left a generous tip, he didn't need to. 

"Oh great! Yeah, it was a fun night. I'm glad they all had a good time....give the tip to Blake. He helped me close up the bar before he left..." 

Wade smirked and stepped closer to me. 

"That's so kind of you...Did Mr. Connelly already give you a tip last night?"

Well played, Otani...Well played. I nodded and smiled. 

"Yeah, he was the last to leave and gave me a...great tip"

Wade nodded and raised his brows as he noticed something behind me. 

"That's great, you deserved it... Excuse me, gotta help Anna". 

Wade made his way around me and went to the bartender who was struggling with a bottle. At the same time I heard a ding and realized I had a message and that I also didn't silence my phone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and walked slowly to the office to drop off my bag. My screen lit up and it was a message from Dean. I opened it and was faced with a picture of him standing in all his big, hairy, muscular glory. His heavy, girthy cock on display. I closed the image out of a knee jerk reaction of being in public and getting a nude. I looked at our text chain and noticed he sent a message after the picture. 
'I was thinkin about last night and it got me fuckin horny...You were amazing dude.'
'A pic for your pleasure.'
'I wanna see you again...you down for that?'

I read his messages and couldn't help but smile. I probably shouldn't get involved with a frequent client at my place of employ, and I also probably shouldn't get involved with a guy who is most likely in the mob or something.

'I'm super down. How about tomorrow, Dean?'
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