I rolled out of bed to the floor, crawling to my closet. My eyes were still closed as I searched for my bat. I stormed downstairs, before I could knock Johnny appeared at the door, naked.
“Hey…” he said.
“Don’t hey me. It’s five fucking o’clock in the morning,” I said, pushing him aside.
Johnny’s room was a pigsty; I looked back at him with an eye my mother would give me, “Clean your damn room,” I shouted as I pulled the covers off his bed revealing two naked twins huddled together. By the smell of things they were high, Johnny too.
“Look, fuck without bumping against the damn wall,” I said, pointing my bat.
“If I hear one more thud against this wall I’m coming back down and shoving this up both your asses. My foot’s gonna be up your ass Johnny… and not in a good way.”
Before I left the room I whispered to Johnny, “I want to see the video when you’re done.”
Johnny recorded all of his sexscapdes. He made sure all angles were covered: the down low, the high up, the profile, and the bathroom cam. From time to time we would sit and watch and make fun of the bottom that couldn’t handle Johnny’s cock, or would constantly scream. Johnny would have to plug the bottom’s mouth with his underwear to shut him up.
After nabbing a few more hours of sleep and a quick shower I packed my things to head out to suck the day’s dick. I thought about heading into the office, but that would mean trouble. I’ve been trying to avoid the new VP of Customer Care but he would find a reason to come in my office and interrupt me. I figured he was sweat on me, but I didn’t want that kind of work relationship, not even just a one-time deal… they don’t end well. Johnny was rummaging through the fridge looking for food after servicing the two hoes downstairs.
“Twins, huh?” I asked, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Johnny was wearing his favorite blue jogging pants that showed off his assets, front and back. They rode low just below his waist. We still hadn't done anything, doubt we ever would but we managed to flirt with each other every chance we got.
“Where are you off to?” he asked.
“Do I need your permission to leave the house?” I said, playfully.
He took a huge bite of his apple and proceeded to talk while chewing, “Maybe.”
“I have some work I need to finish. We could possibly be bought out next year and the pressure is on for me to finagle the numbers a little.”
“You stress too much. Come over and let daddy release some of that tension.”
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“Hey…” he said.
“Don’t hey me. It’s five fucking o’clock in the morning,” I said, pushing him aside.
Johnny’s room was a pigsty; I looked back at him with an eye my mother would give me, “Clean your damn room,” I shouted as I pulled the covers off his bed revealing two naked twins huddled together. By the smell of things they were high, Johnny too.
“Look, fuck without bumping against the damn wall,” I said, pointing my bat.
“If I hear one more thud against this wall I’m coming back down and shoving this up both your asses. My foot’s gonna be up your ass Johnny… and not in a good way.”
Before I left the room I whispered to Johnny, “I want to see the video when you’re done.”
Johnny recorded all of his sexscapdes. He made sure all angles were covered: the down low, the high up, the profile, and the bathroom cam. From time to time we would sit and watch and make fun of the bottom that couldn’t handle Johnny’s cock, or would constantly scream. Johnny would have to plug the bottom’s mouth with his underwear to shut him up.
After nabbing a few more hours of sleep and a quick shower I packed my things to head out to suck the day’s dick. I thought about heading into the office, but that would mean trouble. I’ve been trying to avoid the new VP of Customer Care but he would find a reason to come in my office and interrupt me. I figured he was sweat on me, but I didn’t want that kind of work relationship, not even just a one-time deal… they don’t end well. Johnny was rummaging through the fridge looking for food after servicing the two hoes downstairs.
“Twins, huh?” I asked, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge. Johnny was wearing his favorite blue jogging pants that showed off his assets, front and back. They rode low just below his waist. We still hadn't done anything, doubt we ever would but we managed to flirt with each other every chance we got.
“Where are you off to?” he asked.
“Do I need your permission to leave the house?” I said, playfully.
He took a huge bite of his apple and proceeded to talk while chewing, “Maybe.”
“I have some work I need to finish. We could possibly be bought out next year and the pressure is on for me to finagle the numbers a little.”
“You stress too much. Come over and let daddy release some of that tension.”
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