Only Temporary

[michaelnola]

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 2: Tight Jeans (Part 2)

His abs which were slightly uncovered as his tank top went up on his stomach were equally eye-catching.

"Sorry... I usually go to bed early." He stated after a long yawn.

"I'm a night owl myself but don't feel obligated to stay up. You told me I should feel like at home, well, you shouldn't change your habits either."

He grinned at me.

"I'll have to make slight changes though."

"Like what?"

He yawned again.

"I'm usually naked when I'm in the couch like this... After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes..."

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

The mention of his nude body had rendered me speechless.

The fact that Joshua casually slid his right hand in his jeans shortly after did not help either.

My housemate was clearly getting more comfortable around me, shamelessly scratching his balls.

He made no mention of my sudden silence; he was falling half asleep anyway.

Good, that meant that he would probably not remember my awkwardness nor notice the growing erection in my pants.

Not to justify myself, but the show was very enticing, the bare feet pointing at me, the jeans so deliciously tight, the legs casually spread, the hand massaging the junks, the inch of treasure trail running on his ripped abs, the massive arms, biceps and pits on full display... Anyone would have gotten hard.

Well, any gay man.

Joshua was shutting his eyes, seemingly forgetting that I was even there.

Was I supposed to say something?

Should have I stopped watching?

He was so gorgeous. It was very hard not to look. Most of all, I was fascinating by the hand disappearing in his crotch.

I did not know what to do with myself.

Clearly, I was not feeling like I belonged there, not yet anyway.

Considering how nice Joshua had been since we had reconnected, I decided to do something for him and I went to clean up the kitchen.

I could not perv on him like that.

Not only it was inappropriate but it was not good for me to fantasize over a straight married man.

We had not used much clutters for pizza night but I still struggled to do the dishes.

I spent ten minutes looking for a sponge and then five more looking for where I was supposed to put the knifes and glasses.

I was nearly done when I jumped.

"Thanks, Justin."

I had not heard Joshua behind me.

"Fuck, you scared me!"

"Jeez, you're really not used to live with someone."

"I... I thought you were sleeping."

"I might have drifted off a little. Was it in the middle of a conversation? Jen always nugs me about it... She gets pissed as I doze off in the middle of a chat."

"I didn't mind at all. It wasn't rude or anything, you're tired, that's all."

"Exactly but you know how women are... Well, actually, you don't."

We both laughed about that one.

"God blessed me for being gay, right?"

"Right... Anyway, I'll go take a shower and put myself to sleep. Please, feel free to watch television or do whatever, the house is yours."

"Okay. I think I'll just go to my room. I have to check on some emails and stuff. I know I have to confirm the car I'm renting while I'm here, I'm supposed to pick it up tomorrow."

"You can use my office too."

"Josh, stop it! You're offering me way too much, that makes me uneasy. I don't know how I'll be able to repay you."

"You just cleaned the kitchen. We're even."

"Shut up, and go to sleep." I teased him.

"I definitely should..."

Only then, I noticed that the zipper of his jeans was opened.

Not entirely, but the balls scratching had probably led to this. I could see his black briefs.

The jeans were very tight and the hand had to make its way down those warm genitals, somehow.

That was such a hot idea...

Once again, I lost track of what was happening as Joshua was standing right in front of me.

Very close.

So, so close.

Wait, what was he doing?

Oh fuck, he was hugging me good night.

It was cool, meaningless, I had to get my shit together!

"Night, man." He spoke.

"Nigh, Josh. Thanks again. Seriously."

"You got it."

He turned around and his ass trapped in the tight blue jeans disappeared in the living room.

Once again, I thought of that time he had gotten naked at the frat party. This had been a recurring thought for years.

Lately though, I had been obsessing over it.

Trust me, I tried to ignore the polluting thought, but every night, it was coming back to me.

The junks too large for his hand.

The hairy ass, so pale and peachy.

I had to wonder... Staying in this house for a little while... Maybe I would get to catch a glimpse... Or a little more than a glimpse.

Like a damn robot solely controlled by his libido, I found myself going up the stairs.

It made sense, I had told Joshua I was going to my room.

But that was not the only reason why I was walking upstairs.

After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes...

The bathroom was situated at one end of the hallway, closer to the staircase, the largest bedroom occupied by Joshua had a balcony and was situated at the opposite end, while my own bedroom was right in the middle.

I could have stood in the corridor like a maniac.

I could have pretended that I was waiting to get into the bathroom myself.

It would have been too much on the nose though.

I was not that much of a creep!

That being said... Effectively going to my bedroom, opening my laptop, working on my bed and omitting to shut my own door... That was very plausible, nobody would bat an eye on that.

I heard the shower drain as I got into my bed, I sat down cross-legged, my laptop in front of me.

Unable to decide whether I really wanted to do this or not, I closed the door but left a sufficient crack.

Just enough so it looked natural and not like a poorly-designed plan to glance at my host's cock.

I did not do any work, obviously.

Joshua was way too close to me and way too naked for me to think about anything else.

It lasted for a while.

The shower stopped but he did not come out right away.

Maybe he was brushing his teeth?

Maybe he was jerking off?

Shit, the boner in my pants was not concealable anymore. I was rock-hard.

It is amazing how the crack of a fucking door could turn me on! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was glancing at it like a gap leading to my filthiest desires.

And now, I had made my mind.

I was sure that Josh was beating his meat in there.

I could not possibly hear anything but I imagined hearing the sounds of frictions between his hand and his wet cock.

I was rubbing my own crotch.

Thank Goodness, I had the sound mind not to take my pants off. I had not totally lost my shit. Not yet.

Had he nutted in his hands?

Against his shredded abs?

Against a wall?

Could you imagine if I were to catch some fresh cum dripping against the sink or the shower glass?

I was picturing me licking his seed when I gasped. I heard the door opening at the end of the hallway.

My heart was beating so fast in my chest.

I heard his footsteps.

He was still barefoot, that was for sure.

And then, he passed by.

I was such an idiot that I did not even dare to really look. I barely glanced as he walked by my room quickly.

I saw his hairy thighs, his back, a bit of his ass...

Yes!

He was naked, indeed!

He walked from the bathroom to his room in his birthday suit!

Victory!

I almost threw my fist in the air when I realized how ridiculous I was being.

Victory!?

For fucking what, Justin?

Catching a glimpse of an inch of a bare ass?!

I heard the door of his room closing.

Joshua had not stopped at my bedroom despite having the light on.

And what if he had knocked or entered? He would have seen me, all flustered and hard...

Again, that was absurd.

I collected myself, took some deep breaths and I went to the bathroom myself.

Aside from a wet towel on a warmer and some mist on the mirror, there was no sign of his passage.

No cum, no dirty clothes, not even a hair.

Maybe he had stayed there a while after his shower to clean up for me.

Fuck, he was thoughtful when I was a weirdo!

That was fine though. I took a cold shower and it calmed me down naturally.

It was only the excitement of the first night.

Besides, I had drunk a little.

The great news of the day was that Joshua and I were getting along just fine and he seemed genuinely happy to have someone living with him.

It was probably the beginning of a nice friendship.

And in any case, even if things were to get weird, it would be only temporary.

[To be continued]
[More chapters of Only Temporary available and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

As always--Excellent story telling and character development. I like these two already. Awesome..

 

[tallmascaussie]

Ditto. Great writing. Love the slow build up and character development..

 

[pene 55]

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 2: Tight Jeans (Part 2)

His abs which were slightly uncovered as his tank top went up on his stomach were equally eye-catching.

"Sorry... I usually go to bed early." He stated after a long yawn.

"I'm a night owl myself but don't feel obligated to stay up. You told me I should feel like at home, well, you shouldn't change your habits either."

He grinned at me.

"I'll have to make slight changes though."

"Like what?"

He yawned again.

"I'm usually naked when I'm in the couch like this... After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes..."

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

The mention of his nude body had rendered me speechless.

The fact that Joshua casually slid his right hand in his jeans shortly after did not help either.

My housemate was clearly getting more comfortable around me, shamelessly scratching his balls.

He made no mention of my sudden silence; he was falling half asleep anyway.

Good, that meant that he would probably not remember my awkwardness nor notice the growing erection in my pants.

Not to justify myself, but the show was very enticing, the bare feet pointing at me, the jeans so deliciously tight, the legs casually spread, the hand massaging the junks, the inch of treasure trail running on his ripped abs, the massive arms, biceps and pits on full display... Anyone would have gotten hard.

Well, any gay man.

Joshua was shutting his eyes, seemingly forgetting that I was even there.

Was I supposed to say something?

Should have I stopped watching?

He was so gorgeous. It was very hard not to look. Most of all, I was fascinating by the hand disappearing in his crotch.

I did not know what to do with myself.

Clearly, I was not feeling like I belonged there, not yet anyway.

Considering how nice Joshua had been since we had reconnected, I decided to do something for him and I went to clean up the kitchen.

I could not perv on him like that.

Not only it was inappropriate but it was not good for me to fantasize over a straight married man.

We had not used much clutters for pizza night but I still struggled to do the dishes.

I spent ten minutes looking for a sponge and then five more looking for where I was supposed to put the knifes and glasses.

I was nearly done when I jumped.

"Thanks, Justin."

I had not heard Joshua behind me.

"Fuck, you scared me!"

"Jeez, you're really not used to live with someone."

"I... I thought you were sleeping."

"I might have drifted off a little. Was it in the middle of a conversation? Jen always nugs me about it... She gets pissed as I doze off in the middle of a chat."

"I didn't mind at all. It wasn't rude or anything, you're tired, that's all."

"Exactly but you know how women are... Well, actually, you don't."

We both laughed about that one.

"God blessed me for being gay, right?"

"Right... Anyway, I'll go take a shower and put myself to sleep. Please, feel free to watch television or do whatever, the house is yours."

"Okay. I think I'll just go to my room. I have to check on some emails and stuff. I know I have to confirm the car I'm renting while I'm here, I'm supposed to pick it up tomorrow."

"You can use my office too."

"Josh, stop it! You're offering me way too much, that makes me uneasy. I don't know how I'll be able to repay you."

"You just cleaned the kitchen. We're even."

"Shut up, and go to sleep." I teased him.

"I definitely should..."

Only then, I noticed that the zipper of his jeans was opened.

Not entirely, but the balls scratching had probably led to this. I could see his black briefs.

The jeans were very tight and the hand had to make its way down those warm genitals, somehow.

That was such a hot idea...

Once again, I lost track of what was happening as Joshua was standing right in front of me.

Very close.

So, so close.

Wait, what was he doing?

Oh fuck, he was hugging me good night.

It was cool, meaningless, I had to get my shit together!

"Night, man." He spoke.

"Nigh, Josh. Thanks again. Seriously."

"You got it."

He turned around and his ass trapped in the tight blue jeans disappeared in the living room.

Once again, I thought of that time he had gotten naked at the frat party. This had been a recurring thought for years.

Lately though, I had been obsessing over it.

Trust me, I tried to ignore the polluting thought, but every night, it was coming back to me.

The junks too large for his hand.

The hairy ass, so pale and peachy.

I had to wonder... Staying in this house for a little while... Maybe I would get to catch a glimpse... Or a little more than a glimpse.

Like a damn robot solely controlled by his libido, I found myself going up the stairs.

It made sense, I had told Joshua I was going to my room.

But that was not the only reason why I was walking upstairs.

After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes...

The bathroom was situated at one end of the hallway, closer to the staircase, the largest bedroom occupied by Joshua had a balcony and was situated at the opposite end, while my own bedroom was right in the middle.

I could have stood in the corridor like a maniac.

I could have pretended that I was waiting to get into the bathroom myself.

It would have been too much on the nose though.

I was not that much of a creep!

That being said... Effectively going to my bedroom, opening my laptop, working on my bed and omitting to shut my own door... That was very plausible, nobody would bat an eye on that.

I heard the shower drain as I got into my bed, I sat down cross-legged, my laptop in front of me.

Unable to decide whether I really wanted to do this or not, I closed the door but left a sufficient crack.

Just enough so it looked natural and not like a poorly-designed plan to glance at my host's cock.

I did not do any work, obviously.

Joshua was way too close to me and way too naked for me to think about anything else.

It lasted for a while.

The shower stopped but he did not come out right away.

Maybe he was brushing his teeth?

Maybe he was jerking off?

Shit, the boner in my pants was not concealable anymore. I was rock-hard.

It is amazing how the crack of a fucking door could turn me on! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was glancing at it like a gap leading to my filthiest desires.

And now, I had made my mind.

I was sure that Josh was beating his meat in there.

I could not possibly hear anything but I imagined hearing the sounds of frictions between his hand and his wet cock.

I was rubbing my own crotch.

Thank Goodness, I had the sound mind not to take my pants off. I had not totally lost my shit. Not yet.

Had he nutted in his hands?

Against his shredded abs?

Against a wall?

Could you imagine if I were to catch some fresh cum dripping against the sink or the shower glass?

I was picturing me licking his seed when I gasped. I heard the door opening at the end of the hallway.

My heart was beating so fast in my chest.

I heard his footsteps.

He was still barefoot, that was for sure.

And then, he passed by.

I was such an idiot that I did not even dare to really look. I barely glanced as he walked by my room quickly.

I saw his hairy thighs, his back, a bit of his ass...

Yes!

He was naked, indeed!

He walked from the bathroom to his room in his birthday suit!

Victory!

I almost threw my fist in the air when I realized how ridiculous I was being.

Victory!?

For fucking what, Justin?

Catching a glimpse of an inch of a bare ass?!

I heard the door of his room closing.

Joshua had not stopped at my bedroom despite having the light on.

And what if he had knocked or entered? He would have seen me, all flustered and hard...

Again, that was absurd.

I collected myself, took some deep breaths and I went to the bathroom myself.

Aside from a wet towel on a warmer and some mist on the mirror, there was no sign of his passage.

No cum, no dirty clothes, not even a hair.

Maybe he had stayed there a while after his shower to clean up for me.

Fuck, he was thoughtful when I was a weirdo!

That was fine though. I took a cold shower and it calmed me down naturally.

It was only the excitement of the first night.

Besides, I had drunk a little.

The great news of the day was that Joshua and I were getting along just fine and he seemed genuinely happy to have someone living with him.

It was probably the beginning of a nice friendship.

And in any case, even if things were to get weird, it would be only temporary.

[To be continued]
[More chapters of Only Temporary available and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

33 years old in 2025, just like me, except my life isn't very interesting. I'm glad you're back. Thanks for sharing this here. Your story helps me to forget these bitter days for a moment. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Great writing! Keep up the good work!

 

[Dannyy956]

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Chapter 2: Tight Jeans (Part 2)

His abs which were slightly uncovered as his tank top went up on his stomach were equally eye-catching.

"Sorry... I usually go to bed early." He stated after a long yawn.

"I'm a night owl myself but don't feel obligated to stay up. You told me I should feel like at home, well, you shouldn't change your habits either."

He grinned at me.

"I'll have to make slight changes though."

"Like what?"

He yawned again.

"I'm usually naked when I'm in the couch like this... After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes..."

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

The mention of his nude body had rendered me speechless.

The fact that Joshua casually slid his right hand in his jeans shortly after did not help either.

My housemate was clearly getting more comfortable around me, shamelessly scratching his balls.

He made no mention of my sudden silence; he was falling half asleep anyway.

Good, that meant that he would probably not remember my awkwardness nor notice the growing erection in my pants.

Not to justify myself, but the show was very enticing, the bare feet pointing at me, the jeans so deliciously tight, the legs casually spread, the hand massaging the junks, the inch of treasure trail running on his ripped abs, the massive arms, biceps and pits on full display... Anyone would have gotten hard.

Well, any gay man.

Joshua was shutting his eyes, seemingly forgetting that I was even there.

Was I supposed to say something?

Should have I stopped watching?

He was so gorgeous. It was very hard not to look. Most of all, I was fascinating by the hand disappearing in his crotch.

I did not know what to do with myself.

Clearly, I was not feeling like I belonged there, not yet anyway.

Considering how nice Joshua had been since we had reconnected, I decided to do something for him and I went to clean up the kitchen.

I could not perv on him like that.

Not only it was inappropriate but it was not good for me to fantasize over a straight married man.

We had not used much clutters for pizza night but I still struggled to do the dishes.

I spent ten minutes looking for a sponge and then five more looking for where I was supposed to put the knifes and glasses.

I was nearly done when I jumped.

"Thanks, Justin."

I had not heard Joshua behind me.

"Fuck, you scared me!"

"Jeez, you're really not used to live with someone."

"I... I thought you were sleeping."

"I might have drifted off a little. Was it in the middle of a conversation? Jen always nugs me about it... She gets pissed as I doze off in the middle of a chat."

"I didn't mind at all. It wasn't rude or anything, you're tired, that's all."

"Exactly but you know how women are... Well, actually, you don't."

We both laughed about that one.

"God blessed me for being gay, right?"

"Right... Anyway, I'll go take a shower and put myself to sleep. Please, feel free to watch television or do whatever, the house is yours."

"Okay. I think I'll just go to my room. I have to check on some emails and stuff. I know I have to confirm the car I'm renting while I'm here, I'm supposed to pick it up tomorrow."

"You can use my office too."

"Josh, stop it! You're offering me way too much, that makes me uneasy. I don't know how I'll be able to repay you."

"You just cleaned the kitchen. We're even."

"Shut up, and go to sleep." I teased him.

"I definitely should..."

Only then, I noticed that the zipper of his jeans was opened.

Not entirely, but the balls scratching had probably led to this. I could see his black briefs.

The jeans were very tight and the hand had to make its way down those warm genitals, somehow.

That was such a hot idea...

Once again, I lost track of what was happening as Joshua was standing right in front of me.

Very close.

So, so close.

Wait, what was he doing?

Oh fuck, he was hugging me good night.

It was cool, meaningless, I had to get my shit together!

"Night, man." He spoke.

"Nigh, Josh. Thanks again. Seriously."

"You got it."

He turned around and his ass trapped in the tight blue jeans disappeared in the living room.

Once again, I thought of that time he had gotten naked at the frat party. This had been a recurring thought for years.

Lately though, I had been obsessing over it.

Trust me, I tried to ignore the polluting thought, but every night, it was coming back to me.

The junks too large for his hand.

The hairy ass, so pale and peachy.

I had to wonder... Staying in this house for a little while... Maybe I would get to catch a glimpse... Or a little more than a glimpse.

Like a damn robot solely controlled by his libido, I found myself going up the stairs.

It made sense, I had told Joshua I was going to my room.

But that was not the only reason why I was walking upstairs.

After the bath, before going to sleep, I don't bother with clothes...

The bathroom was situated at one end of the hallway, closer to the staircase, the largest bedroom occupied by Joshua had a balcony and was situated at the opposite end, while my own bedroom was right in the middle.

I could have stood in the corridor like a maniac.

I could have pretended that I was waiting to get into the bathroom myself.

It would have been too much on the nose though.

I was not that much of a creep!

That being said... Effectively going to my bedroom, opening my laptop, working on my bed and omitting to shut my own door... That was very plausible, nobody would bat an eye on that.

I heard the shower drain as I got into my bed, I sat down cross-legged, my laptop in front of me.

Unable to decide whether I really wanted to do this or not, I closed the door but left a sufficient crack.

Just enough so it looked natural and not like a poorly-designed plan to glance at my host's cock.

I did not do any work, obviously.

Joshua was way too close to me and way too naked for me to think about anything else.

It lasted for a while.

The shower stopped but he did not come out right away.

Maybe he was brushing his teeth?

Maybe he was jerking off?

Shit, the boner in my pants was not concealable anymore. I was rock-hard.

It is amazing how the crack of a fucking door could turn me on! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was glancing at it like a gap leading to my filthiest desires.

And now, I had made my mind.

I was sure that Josh was beating his meat in there.

I could not possibly hear anything but I imagined hearing the sounds of frictions between his hand and his wet cock.

I was rubbing my own crotch.

Thank Goodness, I had the sound mind not to take my pants off. I had not totally lost my shit. Not yet.

Had he nutted in his hands?

Against his shredded abs?

Against a wall?

Could you imagine if I were to catch some fresh cum dripping against the sink or the shower glass?

I was picturing me licking his seed when I gasped. I heard the door opening at the end of the hallway.

My heart was beating so fast in my chest.

I heard his footsteps.

He was still barefoot, that was for sure.

And then, he passed by.

I was such an idiot that I did not even dare to really look. I barely glanced as he walked by my room quickly.

I saw his hairy thighs, his back, a bit of his ass...

Yes!

He was naked, indeed!

He walked from the bathroom to his room in his birthday suit!

Victory!

I almost threw my fist in the air when I realized how ridiculous I was being.

Victory!?

For fucking what, Justin?

Catching a glimpse of an inch of a bare ass?!

I heard the door of his room closing.

Joshua had not stopped at my bedroom despite having the light on.

And what if he had knocked or entered? He would have seen me, all flustered and hard...

Again, that was absurd.

I collected myself, took some deep breaths and I went to the bathroom myself.

Aside from a wet towel on a warmer and some mist on the mirror, there was no sign of his passage.

No cum, no dirty clothes, not even a hair.

Maybe he had stayed there a while after his shower to clean up for me.

Fuck, he was thoughtful when I was a weirdo!

That was fine though. I took a cold shower and it calmed me down naturally.

It was only the excitement of the first night.

Besides, I had drunk a little.

The great news of the day was that Joshua and I were getting along just fine and he seemed genuinely happy to have someone living with him.

It was probably the beginning of a nice friendship.

And in any case, even if things were to get weird, it would be only temporary.

[To be continued]
[More chapters of Only Temporary available and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

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Chapter 3 will be posted here on Monday, and Chapter 10 will be posted on Patreon on Sunday.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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Chapter 3: Gray Sweatpants (Part 1)

I woke up confused and disoriented.

It took a minute for my brain to remember that I was no longer in my Nashville's apartment but staying at Joshua's place.

I checked the time; It was only 7 a.m.

I was used to waking up later than that but Colorado was an hour behind Tennessee. I had to adjust.

My cock throbbed heavily in my pajamas.

This feeling was very familiar.

I could not remember a day when I had not woken up with a strong hard-on.

Normally, though, I was sleeping naked. I had felt compelled to wear something that night.

Despite Joshua's efforts, I still felt like a guest in a home which was not mine and I was not fully comfortable yet, even in the intimacy of my bedroom.

I got out of bed with my firm morning wood and I waited for it to subdue before going downstairs.

When fully stiffed, my cock could reach a decent seven inches, - who had never taped their own dick? -, and I was pretty happy with my size.

I checked myself in the mirror.

I was sometimes harsh on myself.

I was not a fan of my dark curly hair, - they needed so much attendance -, I did not have a sharp jaw like so many models and Hollywood actors, my body was okay but I remained somewhat thin and lengthy, like an eternal twink.

I had accepted myself with time.

You know the saying, how the hell are you going to love someone else if you cannot love yourself?

There were some parts that I enjoyed, my dick for instance, my abs were naturally defined, I guess my brown eyes and my very dark hair were giving me some sort of a style.

My biggest asset was... my ass.

I had been blessed with a huge butt and I had worked tirelessly to make it firmer along the years, doing squats and legs exercise to exhaustion.

Still, it was an everyday battle to be confident in my own skin.

The house was quiet, just like the neighborhood.

Joshua was still asleep.

I bet he was sleeping in the nude but I better not thought about that for too long since I wanted to control my erection.

I was amazed with how generous he had been and I thought it would be a nice gesture to make breakfast for the both of us.

I tried to be as discreet as possible in the kitchen, making sure that I would not wake him up.

On the fridge, there was a picture of his wife Jennifer in a bathing suit with one of her friends, unless it was her sister. It was likely as the two blondies did look somewhat alike.

Unfortunately, Joshua was wearing clothes on every photograph in the house.

I found what I needed to make pancakes and eggs and I went a bit overboard.

I tried to design a nice-looking plate, I squeezed a few oranges to make natural juice, I added banana and mango pieces on the side.

Healthy and delicious.

I felt like a proper chef.

When the tray was ready, I was tempted to bring it to Josh's bedroom but I wisely recognized that this might be weird.

I was contemplating my work when I heard the main front door opening.

I got worried.

Who could that be?

Fuck.

It must have been Jennifer! Who else would have the keys?!

I mean, it was her home, she could come back at any given moment.

I felt very self-conscious being in my bottom pajamas, I was shirtless otherwise.

It was not Jennifer though.

Joshua appeared in the kitchen.

At first, I thought he was drenched with water as if he had gone in the pool with his clothes on but I quickly realized that it was sweat.

There was nothing left of the big shot lawyer.

No glasses, no well-done hair, no trimmed beard, and no business-casual shirt.

Joshua was rough and I loved it.

His dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were red, beams of sweat were falling into his eyes, and he was panting, visibly exhausted.

From what I could tell, he had just stopped running and he was walking inside the house after an intense exercise.

I am describing his face when my attention was, in fact, focused on something else entirely.

My housemate was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants giving him a bulge to die for.

It was properly huge.

I did not dare hoping that the bump in his crotch could truly be his cock, but it sure seemed like it.

I mean, it was not rocket science what he could have been hiding there!

Did he know what he was doing?

Was he aware that he was exposing himself that much?

Aside from the gray sweatpants, Josh had taken off his pair of sneakers when walking inside the house and he was wearing white socks turned gray, as well as a dark green compression shirt matching his eyes.

The tight top was full sleeves and literally glued to his skin.

It was very dark under his armpits due to the stains of sweat.

It was otherwise perfectly embracing the shape, curves, nooks, and large muscles of his chest.

I could see everything without actually seeing it.

It was like magic, or like looking at a super-hero in his tight costume.

I was, once again, stunned.

Joshua leaned against the kitchen's counter as he caught back his breath.

"I thought you were still in bed. What have you been doing, man?" I asked him.

"What... does... it... look like... I've been doing?"

Fair point, that was a dumb question.

He wiped his mouth, dripping.

"But dude, it's 7:20! Here, take that."

I handed him a glass of water.

The breakfast might be too full for him.

"Thanks."

As I got closer to his heated body, I smelt his natural odor.

Musky, manly, raw... I liked it. Pure testosterone.

"When did you wake up?"

He drank the entire glass of water and his breathing slowly came back to normal.

His bulge was still very much in the way.

God bless the gray sweatpants!

"I wake up every day at the same time. At six."

"Damn. And I thought I was waking up early today because of the time zone difference."

"I'm a morning person." Joshua explained. "I don't have time to work out during the day so either I go for a run or I go to the gym first thing in the morning."

"Shit, you're dedicated."

"It's nice to run with the sun rise. Besides, I've told you, it helps me stay sane."

"Well, I'm not surprised that you don't stay up too late at night then."

"Yes, I feel like an old man sometimes."

"All props to you though. Early bird gets the worm."

"Exactly... What's all of this?"

He finally paid attention to the breakfast.

"I wanted to prepare something for us. You like it?"

His face changed to an expression of glee.

"Fantastic, yeah! Love this. I should just go take a shower and change before eating anything though. I stink."

Some would say that he stank, some might have called this a rare and delicious fragrance.

I will let you decide which side of the fence I was on.

"You don't smell that bad." I replied, staying neutral.

"You should smell my junks or my ass then. I promise you, that must be hellish down there!"

What the hell was he talking about?!

The definition of my best breakfast would have been with my tongue smashed against his sweaty genitals or inside his musky hairy asshole!

Also, was it a serious offering?

No, regrettably, he was only messing around.

"How much have you run, man? It didn't seem like a chill jog."

"That's my curse, I always sweat a ton. Another thing Jen complains about. To be fair, I did go at it strong this morning. Five miles or so in less than thirty minutes."

"Dang, we could never run together."

Joshua turned around to walk towards the staircase. He wanted that shower.

I noticed the very clear stain of sweat against his ass crack.

Yummy.

"Why? I wouldn't be an ass. I'd wait for you!" He said, walking away.

"Then, I think you'd have to literally walk. I'm that slow."

He chuckled.

"Maybe my juicy ass will motivate you to run after me!"

It was obviously a joke (right?!) but seriously, I might have been able to run a freaking marathon if that sweaty bum was in front of me for the entire race.

Joshua could definitely smother me with that rump.

I thought of something clever to say but my housemate was already gone, climbing the staircase.

I was left with my breakfast, and, to my torpor, I realized that I was sporting the biggest erection in my pajama pants.

Believe me, it was more than obvious!

I had a literal tent in my pants and Joshua could not have missed it.

I was mortified.

Was I supposed to apologize? To say something about it? He had ignored it; I should probably do the same...

Fuck my life.

At the very least, the embarrassment got my cock to go back to its flaccid state in a minute.

My mind was all over the place though.

Had Joshua thought anything of it? Like, did he not care or did he think it was just my morning glory? Did he realize that it had anything to do with him?

God... He must have to.

He was not that naïve.

And that meant his comment about his quote-on-quote "juicy ass" was not so innocent and humorous after all.

I breathed in and breathed out.

Ten minutes later, he was back in the kitchen.

His hair was still wet but it was now due to the shampoo and water, and he was wearing another pair of gray sweatpants, but a much cleaner one.

Since he had planned to stay home that Sunday, it was lounge-wear day.

A sweatshirt was completing the outfit.

If you were wondering, the bulge in the pants was still very much there, prominent and rather in your face, well, in my face to be precise.

Underwear was unnecessary in this outfit.

Given the erection incident, I made much more efforts not to look at his crotch and I managed to remain collected.

"That's what I'm talking about, a good breakfast after my morning run! I'm always starving when I come back." Joshua exclaimed, biting in the pancake.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Don't treat me too good Justin, I may get used to it and want to keep you as my personal maid!"

Again, it was just a funny remark but my mind could not stop reeling.

Fuck my values and fuck the global warming! Let me get on my two knees and clean this man's house, dirty sneakers, and more importantly his stunning body for the rest of my life.

"What are you plans for today?" I deflected.

"It's usually my off day. Since Jennifer cannot drag me to the church, I'm honestly all about Netflix and chill, I may do a bit of housework too."

"May I help?"

"Nah... You got things to do anyway, right?"

"Yes, I need to go to the city. I have to get the car I've rented and I'll probably wander around a bit. I like to discover a new town like this, by just walking and losing myself in it."

"Want me to come with you? I can at least drop you off at the car renting place."

"Please don't worry about that, I'll take a cab. You're doing too much for me already."

"Suit yourself."

We basically went our separate ways for the rest of the day.

I took my taxi and got my car, a black Toyota Camry, and then, I went to lunch by myself.

It had been a long time since I had learned to go to a restaurant and enjoy a nice meal on my own.

I know some people are uneasy dining alone, I was fine with that.

I listened to a podcast about an infamous serial killer who was most known to murder his victims with an axe.

Since it was a sunny afternoon, I walked around downtown, visited some shops, and sent some pictures of the city to the few friends I had in Nashville.

I kind of wanted to show Joshua that despite his generosity, I was not going to impose my presence all the time or overstay my welcome.

I came back in the middle of the afternoon with some products to cook a nice dinner.

Since my breakfast had been a hit, I wanted to thank Joshua with my special recipe of Lasagna the following evening.

The recipe had been taught by an ex-boyfriend of mine.

Probably the only good memory I retained from this relationship. The longest I had had in my life, about eight months before we started hating each other.

I texted Joshua during the day to tell him that I was taking care of dinner but I let the surprise as to what I was cooking.

When I came back home, he was mowing the already perfect front lawn.

I saw his hairy chest from a block away.

Sometimes, it really felt like he was trying to turn me on, he had removed the sweatshirt as he was working outside.

The gray sweatpants and the shirtless combo were a definite yes in my books.

Forget about what I said earlier, I would make that man my breakfast, lunch and dinner any day.

I wondered how many noisy neighbors were checking him out from their windows.

The area had a Wisteria Lane from Desperate Housewives' feel to it.

"I thought you were resting today." I said, getting out of the car.

"I mow the lawn every Sunday in Spring and Summer. Jennifer likes it to be perfect."

"But Jennifer's not here."

I realized that I had talked too fast, as usual.

It had come across wrong, like I was criticizing his wife.

[Chapter 3 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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Chapter 3: Gray Sweatpants (Part 2)

Joshua replied a bit harshly.

"I like it too."

"I didn't mean that..."

"It's important to feel good in your own home. It's important also to show your lazy neighbors that they could give themselves a kick in the butt sometimes and mow their fucking lawn!"

Dang. I had not realized it was such a touchy subject.

"Sure..."

"What's all this?"

He pointed at the bags that I was getting out of the truck.

"Food! Delicious food!" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He was wearing work gloves and he took them off as he reached for the bags.

"Let me help you out."

"Okay, but no looking! The kitchen is mine tonight."

"Fine, Gordon Ramsay. I'll let you do your thing."

"That's right. You just have to sit back and relax."

If there had been a tense moment, it was already gone. Joshua was smiling and seemed in a much better mood.

"Am I still allowed to talk to you from the living room while you cook?" He asked playfully.

"Sure, I'll allow it."

He laughed from the other side of the wall.

"Okay. So, I spent some time on the phone with Jen earlier. We talked about the living arrangement."

I was cutting ricotta cheese but I paid careful attention to what he was saying.

"And? She's okay with it?"

"Of course, she is. We've talked about it and she'll stay for the whole month in Salt Lake City, at least until early July."

"Oh... Is her sister doing okay?"

Thank God, Joshua could not see that I was smiling to my ears.

I should not have been happy about that news but I truly was.

"She is. It's mostly difficult with the kids. Two teenagers and a toddler, they're all reacting differently and Evelyn is feeling overwhelmed. It's understandable. Evelyn, that's my sister-in-law."

"I had gotten that much from context, you know."

"Fine, smart ass. It's just you don't always seem that clever!" He mocked me.

It was all in good fun.

We kept on talking through the wall.

"Are you close with your nephews?"

"They're great! I don't see them much often though; it's a trip to go to Salt Lake. Besides, I'm not such a fan of Evelyn's husband."

"I suppose this issue is out of the way now."

"What do you...? Oh, right. I hadn't even thought of that."

"See, who wasn't clever already?"

"Shut up."

"And what about Jennifer's work? How does she manage while she's gone?"

"She was already working mostly remotely and she's found a client in Salt Lake, that's how we came to the decision in fact. It was just making sense for her to stay with her family and it even turns out to be a good deal money-wise."

When he talked about it, it almost sounded like it was a relief or at the very least, a good thing to have this time off from his wife.

Maybe it was just my imagination talking as I supposed that after so many years, you do want some time apart from times to times.

That being said, I had never been with someone for that long. I could not really understand how it felt.

"Okay, well, you'll tell your wife thank you on my behalf."

"You'll tell it yourself. We'll organize something, she'll probably come back for a week-end or two."

"Sure... And I'll probably have moved out until then."

Joshua's head comically passed through the door frame.

"Why are you saying that?"

"Hey! Remember the first rule! No looking at what I'm doing here!"

He sighed and turned around.

I had a nice view of his back. He was still shirtless. This pair of sweatpants were too saggy for my taste but I approved the outfit nonetheless.

Visibly, his ass could never look bad.

"You can stay even when Jen will be back. She's already told me she doesn't mind. Your mission is supposed to end by the end of July, correct?"

It was sweet how he was respecting my stupid rule and kept talking without looking at me.

"That's correct."

"Then it's a done deal, you don't need to look for a place to rent. If you want, I can set up a call with Jennifer so you can meet her and she can tell you that directly."

"No, that's okay. I'll send her a thank-you text tonight."

"Do that. Now, more importantly, when do you think that secret dish will be ready? I'm hungry."

"Give me about an hour?"

"Sure, I'll finish a few things I had started in the garage in the meantime."

Joshua in the garage and me in the kitchen, it did start to look like a bad housewife's roleplay.

Not that I minded the part when it was for this hunk of a man.

Sadly, Josh had put his sweatshirt back on when we finally sat down for dinner and I revealed my dish.

I was satisfied with how it turned out; I just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

"That looks fancy." He told me.

"I hope you like lasagna."

He made a face.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"Oh, no! You don't like it?"

I was so disappointed.

He burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding, idiot. Who doesn't like lasagna?"

"That's not funny! I've spent a lot of time on this."

"I know. Let's freaking eat!"

We ate, we chatted, and we laughed.

I felt more relaxed and the bottle of wine helped to loosen me up even more.

We mostly talked about work though since my mission was about to start.

Joshua told me more about what he was doing, basically making sure the company was not breaking any law when working for their clients and resolving any issue before it could escalate to court.

He presented me the company in more details, and he told me who to trust and who to be careful around.

According to him, Sabrina Barthel was one of the good people in YVBM.

Not that she was particularly smart or great at her job, but she was not creating any drama and only cared about making the C.E.O. happy.

"She knows the world won't stop spinning if something goes wrong at the company and that's refreshing. Some people are so dramatic, it's tiring."

"I see what you mean."

On my side, I told him more about my own career.

I explained the circumstances in which I had found myself developing processes to limit carbon print, and how I had learned to set up easy and cost-effective tools for company to decrease their environmental impact without it feeling like a sacrifice on their benefits.

All throughout, we joked around and teased each other.

He called me a radical leftist and I called him Robert Shapiro.

He rightfully took this as an insult.

Sometimes, it was difficult for me to not live this experience as a date.

When I was staring at his green eyes for too long and felt like I could be falling for him, I forced myself to recenter by glancing at his wedding ring.
After years of being clueless, I finally saw the purpose of such an object.

The ring did create an immaterial barrier.

Joshua's body, as hot as it was, was forbidden territory.

He helped me put the dishes in the dishwasher and at 10 p.m., he called it a night.

I was sleepy too.

I received a text from Jennifer before we went to bed. She was replying to my thank-you message.

"Hello Justin. No need to thank me for the vacant room. Any friend of my husband is a friend of mine and is welcomed in my home! I'm glad you can keep some company to Josh while I'm away. I cannot wait to have a proper lunch altogether one of these days."

She did seem really nice.

"Your wife just wrote to me." I mentioned.

I read the entire text to Josh.

"See, we're all good. I told you she didn't mind at all. Jennifer is great."

"Funny how she phrases that, keeping you some company."

"Yeah."

He hugged me like the day before to tell me good night. Maybe the hug lasted a little longer this time around?

More realistically, my mind was playing tricks on me.

Before he left though, a question popped in my head.

"Josh, does your wife know that I'm gay?"

"Why?"

I bit my lips.

It should not have mattered at all since her husband was so obviously straight.

"Have you mentioned that to her?"

"You think she's a homophobe or something? That if you're gay, you cannot stay at her place?"

"No, of course, not."

"Then, what?"

I did not have an answer to that.

Indeed, what difference did it make? The comment about keeping him company had thrown me off, like I could be a danger to her marriage or something.

This was silly.

"Nothing, I... I was just wondering."

"Well, if that can help you sleep better tonight, I think I did mention it to her. You know, most of the people she works with in interior design are gay men. She's a Christian but Jennifer lives in 2025."

"Yes... I... I didn't want to imply anything."

"In fact, knowing her, she might see this as a good thing. If I was with a straight buddy of mine, she might get some ideas."

I was not following.

"What do you mean?"

"I bet she sees you as an ally for her. Gay guys and women work together against the straight men, all cheaters and liars! That's a well-known fact." He joked.

"I've never seen it that way."

Joshua shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, maybe I drunk too much wine and I'm not making any sense. I'm just saying, she might have been scared if I were to hang out with my straight bros too much. With them, I may have been more inclined, or more encouraged by my buddies, to..."

He searched for the words.

"Scratch that seven-years itch?" I finished his sentence, in reference to our conversation the previous day.

He smiled.

"Exactly."

"She may have a point then. There's no chance I would encourage you to cheat on her with another woman." I continued.

He looked at me strangely.

I had drunk too. Maybe I was not making sense either.

Why did I have to specify "another woman"?

"Yes... That's it. No chance. Good night, man."

"Good night, Josh."

"Thanks for keeping me company."

He winked at me one last time before disappearing.

Damn... Joshua Dawson truly was the whole package; Controlling my libido would be harder than I thought.

[To be continued]
[More chapters of Only Temporary available and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

 

[michaelnola]

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 3: Gray Sweatpants (Part 2)

Joshua replied a bit harshly.

"I like it too."

"I didn't mean that..."

"It's important to feel good in your own home. It's important also to show your lazy neighbors that they could give themselves a kick in the butt sometimes and mow their fucking lawn!"

Dang. I had not realized it was such a touchy subject.

"Sure..."

"What's all this?"

He pointed at the bags that I was getting out of the truck.

"Food! Delicious food!" I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He was wearing work gloves and he took them off as he reached for the bags.

"Let me help you out."

"Okay, but no looking! The kitchen is mine tonight."

"Fine, Gordon Ramsay. I'll let you do your thing."

"That's right. You just have to sit back and relax."

If there had been a tense moment, it was already gone. Joshua was smiling and seemed in a much better mood.

"Am I still allowed to talk to you from the living room while you cook?" He asked playfully.

"Sure, I'll allow it."

He laughed from the other side of the wall.

"Okay. So, I spent some time on the phone with Jen earlier. We talked about the living arrangement."

I was cutting ricotta cheese but I paid careful attention to what he was saying.

"And? She's okay with it?"

"Of course, she is. We've talked about it and she'll stay for the whole month in Salt Lake City, at least until early July."

"Oh... Is her sister doing okay?"

Thank God, Joshua could not see that I was smiling to my ears.

I should not have been happy about that news but I truly was.

"She is. It's mostly difficult with the kids. Two teenagers and a toddler, they're all reacting differently and Evelyn is feeling overwhelmed. It's understandable. Evelyn, that's my sister-in-law."

"I had gotten that much from context, you know."

"Fine, smart ass. It's just you don't always seem that clever!" He mocked me.

It was all in good fun.

We kept on talking through the wall.

"Are you close with your nephews?"

"They're great! I don't see them much often though; it's a trip to go to Salt Lake. Besides, I'm not such a fan of Evelyn's husband."

"I suppose this issue is out of the way now."

"What do you...? Oh, right. I hadn't even thought of that."

"See, who wasn't clever already?"

"Shut up."

"And what about Jennifer's work? How does she manage while she's gone?"

"She was already working mostly remotely and she's found a client in Salt Lake, that's how we came to the decision in fact. It was just making sense for her to stay with her family and it even turns out to be a good deal money-wise."

When he talked about it, it almost sounded like it was a relief or at the very least, a good thing to have this time off from his wife.

Maybe it was just my imagination talking as I supposed that after so many years, you do want some time apart from times to times.

That being said, I had never been with someone for that long. I could not really understand how it felt.

"Okay, well, you'll tell your wife thank you on my behalf."

"You'll tell it yourself. We'll organize something, she'll probably come back for a week-end or two."

"Sure... And I'll probably have moved out until then."

Joshua's head comically passed through the door frame.

"Why are you saying that?"

"Hey! Remember the first rule! No looking at what I'm doing here!"

He sighed and turned around.

I had a nice view of his back. He was still shirtless. This pair of sweatpants were too saggy for my taste but I approved the outfit nonetheless.

Visibly, his ass could never look bad.

"You can stay even when Jen will be back. She's already told me she doesn't mind. Your mission is supposed to end by the end of July, correct?"

It was sweet how he was respecting my stupid rule and kept talking without looking at me.

"That's correct."

"Then it's a done deal, you don't need to look for a place to rent. If you want, I can set up a call with Jennifer so you can meet her and she can tell you that directly."

"No, that's okay. I'll send her a thank-you text tonight."

"Do that. Now, more importantly, when do you think that secret dish will be ready? I'm hungry."

"Give me about an hour?"

"Sure, I'll finish a few things I had started in the garage in the meantime."

Joshua in the garage and me in the kitchen, it did start to look like a bad housewife's roleplay.

Not that I minded the part when it was for this hunk of a man.

Sadly, Josh had put his sweatshirt back on when we finally sat down for dinner and I revealed my dish.

I was satisfied with how it turned out; I just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.

"That looks fancy." He told me.

"I hope you like lasagna."

He made a face.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"Oh, no! You don't like it?"

I was so disappointed.

He burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding, idiot. Who doesn't like lasagna?"

"That's not funny! I've spent a lot of time on this."

"I know. Let's freaking eat!"

We ate, we chatted, and we laughed.

I felt more relaxed and the bottle of wine helped to loosen me up even more.

We mostly talked about work though since my mission was about to start.

Joshua told me more about what he was doing, basically making sure the company was not breaking any law when working for their clients and resolving any issue before it could escalate to court.

He presented me the company in more details, and he told me who to trust and who to be careful around.

According to him, Sabrina Barthel was one of the good people in YVBM.

Not that she was particularly smart or great at her job, but she was not creating any drama and only cared about making the C.E.O. happy.

"She knows the world won't stop spinning if something goes wrong at the company and that's refreshing. Some people are so dramatic, it's tiring."

"I see what you mean."

On my side, I told him more about my own career.

I explained the circumstances in which I had found myself developing processes to limit carbon print, and how I had learned to set up easy and cost-effective tools for company to decrease their environmental impact without it feeling like a sacrifice on their benefits.

All throughout, we joked around and teased each other.

He called me a radical leftist and I called him Robert Shapiro.

He rightfully took this as an insult.

Sometimes, it was difficult for me to not live this experience as a date.

When I was staring at his green eyes for too long and felt like I could be falling for him, I forced myself to recenter by glancing at his wedding ring.
After years of being clueless, I finally saw the purpose of such an object.

The ring did create an immaterial barrier.

Joshua's body, as hot as it was, was forbidden territory.

He helped me put the dishes in the dishwasher and at 10 p.m., he called it a night.

I was sleepy too.

I received a text from Jennifer before we went to bed. She was replying to my thank-you message.

"Hello Justin. No need to thank me for the vacant room. Any friend of my husband is a friend of mine and is welcomed in my home! I'm glad you can keep some company to Josh while I'm away. I cannot wait to have a proper lunch altogether one of these days."

She did seem really nice.

"Your wife just wrote to me." I mentioned.

I read the entire text to Josh.

"See, we're all good. I told you she didn't mind at all. Jennifer is great."

"Funny how she phrases that, keeping you some company."

"Yeah."

He hugged me like the day before to tell me good night. Maybe the hug lasted a little longer this time around?

More realistically, my mind was playing tricks on me.

Before he left though, a question popped in my head.

"Josh, does your wife know that I'm gay?"

"Why?"

I bit my lips.

It should not have mattered at all since her husband was so obviously straight.

"Have you mentioned that to her?"

"You think she's a homophobe or something? That if you're gay, you cannot stay at her place?"

"No, of course, not."

"Then, what?"

I did not have an answer to that.

Indeed, what difference did it make? The comment about keeping him company had thrown me off, like I could be a danger to her marriage or something.

This was silly.

"Nothing, I... I was just wondering."

"Well, if that can help you sleep better tonight, I think I did mention it to her. You know, most of the people she works with in interior design are gay men. She's a Christian but Jennifer lives in 2025."

"Yes... I... I didn't want to imply anything."

"In fact, knowing her, she might see this as a good thing. If I was with a straight buddy of mine, she might get some ideas."

I was not following.

"What do you mean?"

"I bet she sees you as an ally for her. Gay guys and women work together against the straight men, all cheaters and liars! That's a well-known fact." He joked.

"I've never seen it that way."

Joshua shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, maybe I drunk too much wine and I'm not making any sense. I'm just saying, she might have been scared if I were to hang out with my straight bros too much. With them, I may have been more inclined, or more encouraged by my buddies, to..."

He searched for the words.

"Scratch that seven-years itch?" I finished his sentence, in reference to our conversation the previous day.

He smiled.

"Exactly."

"She may have a point then. There's no chance I would encourage you to cheat on her with another woman." I continued.

He looked at me strangely.

I had drunk too. Maybe I was not making sense either.

Why did I have to specify "another woman"?

"Yes... That's it. No chance. Good night, man."

"Good night, Josh."

"Thanks for keeping me company."

He winked at me one last time before disappearing.

Damn... Joshua Dawson truly was the whole package; Controlling my libido would be harder than I thought.

[To be continued]
[More chapters of Only Temporary available and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

Awesome story and excellent writing as usual. I like these 2 already. Thanks for sharing.

 

[perrito78]

Pinta bien !!! Lento pero ahi va !

 

[Kyokemokyo]

This build up! I’m already so excited to see where this goes

 

[viscountwxyz]

With all those bad ideas in his mind, maybe he should have stayed at a nunnery.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

With all those bad ideas in his mind, maybe he should have stayed at a nunnery.

Gosh, he would have found a priest around to fantasize about!

 

[viscountwxyz]

Gosh, he would have found a priest around to fantasize about!

...Good point. I hadn't considered that.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 4 will be posted here tomorrow.

And for those who cannot wait to read more, chapter 11 will be posted on my Patreon tomorrow!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 4: Suit & Tie (Part 1)

Since Joshua went to the gym at sunrise, he left (very) early and we did not carpool to work together.

I did not get to greet him with my morning wood.

I thought we would share the ride to and from work, but it turned out that I usually ended my days at 5 p.m., while Joshua could stay at the office until 8, 9, or even 10 p.m.

I suppose that was the difference between a bullshit mission and an actual job...

Anyway, we were working in two different aisles of the company.

I worked under Sabrina Barthel in the reputation department.

Her main responsibility was to make sure that YVBM benefited from a stellar image to past, present and potential clients.

As Joshua had mentioned, she was pretty easy to work with.

That being said, she did not pretend to actually care about my mission or the environment.

She was even more straight forward than she had been on the call for the interview.

"Look, Justin, the C.E.O. wants something to show for to our most green-oriented clients, but basically, your salary is the only budget allocated to this environmental cause so nothing you might advise shall cost us any money."

I did not let that throw me.

"In fact, it's often cost effective for a company to be environmentally friendly."

She seemed shocked.

"How so?"

"Simple. Making sure the lights in the meeting rooms are off when they're not in use saves money. Limiting the printing of unnecessary documents saves paper and toner."

She made a face.

Apparently, she did not want to bother with this kind of easy fixes either.

"Well, why don't you evaluate our daily processes and make a list of everything we're doing right?"

I chuckled.

"Shouldn't I be doing the opposite thing? Pointing the issues and what can be improved?"

"Let's be real, if we can put information on the website and in the newsletter about all our current efforts to save the planet, that would be great. Actually, Bramman (the C.E.O.) will be over the moon if I say we can do that without implementing any kind of change."

"I understand where you're coming from and how change can be scary but I promise, there are some really easy things to put in place."

You see, I was really trying to be positive and solution-oriented despite the circumstances.

"Let's make a deal. You find things we can highlight without changing our processes, and once I'm happy with that list, you can use the rest of your time here to make suggestions for improvement."

I almost pushed back but she was my boss, she had recruited me and they were paying me a ton of money.

Besides, I knew there was no way I could change her mind.

"That's a deal."

"Obviously, these potential changes you might come up with during the second part of your mission cannot impact..."

"...The productivity, the profitability, or the cost-effectiveness of the company." I finished her sentence.

She smiled.

"Exactly. See, you've already got the spirit of YVBM! Now come here and let me show you around!"

After all, it made sense that a marketing company would be all about appearances and nothing about substance.

But Sabrina was not a bad person.

She made sure to introduce me to a bunch of people to facilitate my integration in the team, and she notably introduced me to the man who I would be sharing my office with.

A Cuban guy named Rafael.

Fresh out of college, he worked to maintain client relationships once a mission was completed.

His job was basically to make sure that former clients remembered the company and how well they were treated by YVBM.

Rafael was quite cute with an inviting smile and a rather fit body, pretty much on display with the tight tee-shirt he was wearing.

He was only 22 though, and that made me feel like an old man.

Trust me, when you start working with people born in 2003, you have to realize how old you are getting...

In any case, he was nice and one of the few people I met who cared about the environment, so I was happy to have him as my new office mate.

After walking around the office to greet my new co-workers, I got to my desk at 11 a.m.

And I was bored by 11:30.

I had already sent Sabrina the various documents and information I would need and the people I would like to talk to in order to do a sufficient audit.

After that, all I could do was dive into the company's portfolio to see what they were doing for their clients and how it might impact the environment.

Frankly, it was not very useful until I got actual numbers, prices, information on travel and their production methods.

Still, going through their latest campaigns gave me something entertaining to do.

The company had a huge cafeteria on the first floor and I went there for lunch, hoping to see Joshua.

He was not there, but Rafael invited me to his table with some of his friends.

Luckily, he did not just hang out with twenty-somethings.

I had worked for so many different companies over the past few years, - often staying only a few weeks or months at a time -, that I was used to that first day of high school's feeling when meeting so many people and trying to look semi-normal.

You know, the pressure to fit in.

I think that is a feeling that never truly goes away.

But in this case, aside from the utterly pointless nature of my mission, I felt quite comfortable in my new environment.

There were a lot of gay men and women working in marketing, people were pretty friendly, -- at least on a surface level -, and since the company was doing well in 2025, the general atmosphere was pretty good.

Believe me, I had seen much worse.

Though maybe I only felt that way because I had carefully avoided the people Joshua had described as toxic the night before.

Sabrina checked in on me in the afternoon and told me that I had a couple of weeks to send her an initial memo to post on her website.

Yes, that was ridiculous.

Two whole weeks to deliver a whole lot of nothing.

I did not even have to pretend to be working on anything, she really did not care.

My name was already on the YVBM website.

"Mindful of its impact on our planet and because every step counts, Your Very Best Marketing is working with Justin Yates on limiting its carbon footprint."

There was a link to my website to prove that I was legit.

It was pretty smart to put it that way.

There was no concrete detail on what they were possibly doing, it was pretty difficult to prove that they were not "mindful" since that statement did not mean much, and they did work with me, so this part was absolutely true.

I wondered if Joshua had approved of that message on the legal side.

"Man, don't sweat it. Just enjoy! You really cracked the code of capitalism."

Rafael told me with a smirk when I explained the situation.

I honestly felt bad.

"I cracked the code of being paid for contributing nothing... Yay me!"

"Exactly, that's the dream!"

I rolled my eyes but I could not complain.

It was embarrassing enough having nothing to do, I was not going to whine about it to my coworkers.

As I was about to leave the office around 5 p.m., someone knocked at the door.

Immediately, Rafael, who had been scrolling through his phone, went back to work and his cheeky smile turned into a very focused face.

That was pretty funny to witness.

"Hey, Justin, how is this first day going?"

It was Joshua, looking dapper in a very formal suit.

He had gone for the whole big-shot-lawyer look that day: light blue shirt and dark gray tie.

"Wow, Josh! I think I've never seen you with a tie on." I exclaimed.

Rafael gasped.

I realized why he had gone so serious suddenly. The general counsel of the company had just walked in our office.

Normally, that was not good news.

"Don't say that around, people might think I'm not as good as a lawyer as I am." Joshua joked.

"I wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation, Mr. Dawson." I replied with a smile.

"So, you've spent the entire day here and you didn't even come by my office to say hello? You were too busy for me?"

"Clearly not." I could not lie about my work load. "But I thought you, on the other end, would be busy."

"My big meeting just ended... Well, I have another in twenty minutes." He sighed.

"See. My point exactly."

"Anyway, it's crazy to see you actually here. You've settled well."

"I have. Everyone's been super nice and welcoming. Rafael is a great office mate."

Joshua turned around and greeted him.

"Hi, my apologies, I don't think we've met. I'm Joshua Dawson, from legal."

I liked the way he introduced himself.

It was pretty humble.

Especially considering the reaction of Rafael, who acted like he was meeting a celebrity. The guy was starstruck!

"No... We... We haven't met. I'm Rafael Perez, I work for Sabrina Barthel. I've joined YVBM about a couple weeks ago."

"Welcome to the team then. I hope we won't have to see each other too often."

"Oh... Really?"

Poor guy.

"I'm just saying that cause generally, if you have to contact the legal department, it means you're in trouble. I don't wish you that."

"Right, I... I hadn't seen it that way."

"But please, I'm here to help so feel free to reach out to me or to anyone from my team if you need anything."

"I won't hesitate."

I had not realized how much Joshua was a big deal in the company.

I kind of felt silly for horsing around with him in front of Rafael.

As usual, Joshua had reacted very well and did not make me feel inappropriate, but maybe I had been.

"Are you returning to the house?" He asked me.

"Yeah... Well, I... I'm done with my missions for the day."

"Cool. Expect me to come back quite late but I suppose we'll see each other there?"

"Sure."

"Bye, guys! Don't work too hard!"

"No chance of that happening..."

Joshua left the office, - I checked his ass looking stunning as always in his suit -, and Rafael immediately spilled the beans.

"You know the general counsel? I mean, did I get that right, you live with him? I thought he was married?!"

"He's an old college friend, I'm just... I'm basically staying at his place until I find some other place to rent here in Denver. It's only temporary."

"Wow. you do live with that man!"

"I suppose... Yeah. Why is this so extraordinary?"

Rafael seemed hesitant but he could not resist telling me more.

"Everyone in the company is crushing hard on him! Come on, you know what he looks like! You told me you were gay, right?"

"I am."

"So, you know! He's the hottest guy in here and that includes every single one of the 500 people working in this company, or the hundreds of thousands living in this city!"

"I guess he's all right."

"All right?! He's a fucking 10 out of 10. Have you seen how he looked just now in his tight suit? Have you seen his..."

He stopped himself there.

What was he about to say? His peachy ass? His prominent bulge? His large thighs?

There were many options to choose from.

I grabbed my bag.

"I didn't say that he didn't look good."

"I thought I might faint when he shook my hands!"

I chuckled.

Rafael was a funny guy and I instantly liked him.

"He's married."

"Yes, I know, that's the tragedy. But damn, you're telling me that you're being paid for basically doing nothing for two months, and when you get home, you get to spend time with that stud... You didn't crack the code; you won the freaking lottery!"

He was not wrong.

[Chapter 4 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 4: Suit & Tie (Part 2)

When I left about ten minutes later, Rafael made me promise not to repeat anything he had said to Joshua.

I think he was already regretting talking too much.

He told me that his biggest downfall was his big mouth. I thought his spontaneity was awesome.

I kept my promise though; I did not tell Joshua that he had such a reputation in the company, but honestly, I thought that he had a pretty good idea.

He must have known how sexy he was and the effect he had on people.

Since I went home first, - as I would always do -, I made sure to do some cleaning and have the dinner ready by the time Joshua would come home.

I made burgers since my housemate was in his bulking season.

He did look particularly hot in his suit & tie when I thought back about it.

Since he was still not coming home at 8, and I did not know what do with myself, I went to my room to bust a well-deserved nut.

I had not ejaculated once since I had been living there.

I know, pretty crazy!

The thing was that I did not feel entirely at home.

But after more than 72 hours without spanking the monkey, I had to release some tension.

Besides, I had been accumulating good jerking-off material since I had arrived.

I took off my shirt while climbing the stairs, my pants once I was in my room, and my boxer briefs when I lied down in my bed.

I stroked my cock with my socks on.

I could have used a porn but in this case, the memories would get me going much more.

As always, the souvenir of 20 years-old Josh walking around naked during the frat party first came to mind.

They were mixing with the fresher images of my housemate scratching his balls on the couch or sweating while coming back from a run.

I could barely remember his naked body walking in the corridor the first night though.

I hated myself for not daring a more straightforward look.

Still, it was enough to have me horny... and my dick rock-hard.

My balls were full and I was being stimulated a lot lately.

Not that Joshua was doing anything special, he was just sex on a stick, particularly when he was not trying.

People at work who were only seeing him in his suits or formal shirts were drooling over him... Imagine how I was feeling, living with the damn hunk!

I spat of my uncut dick and I jerked it harder with my right hand.

My left hand was busy playing around my asshole.

I did not finger myself but I rubbed my pucker.

At 33, I knew what I liked and how to pleasure myself.

Unfortunately, I had spent more time jerking off than having sex in my adult life...

I was getting damn close to cum.

I slowed down my pace to appreciate my upcoming orgasm. That would be a big one.

I felt good.

I shut my eyes and thought one last time about Joshua's hairy chest and tempting bulge.

My breathing intensified.

I was getting there and...

"Justin? I'm hoooooome!"

"Ah."

I heard the front door shutting downstairs.

Joshua was back.

FUCK!

Such a bad timing, I was so close, I already was leaking precum everywhere and my stomach was sticky.

Freaking out as if I had been caught by my own mother, I hurried around the room to grab my clothes and put them on.

I was acting like a fool.

What if my housemate understood I was jerking off? Who fucking cared?

We were both adults, we were both men, he certainly was beating his large slab of meat himself, especially when his wife was away.

Still, I wiped my stomach, I hastily put some of my clothes back on and I tried to act normal when I walked down the stairs.

I may have been a little red but whatever.

"Hi, Josh. I... I was working in my room."

I could already tell that the unsolicited justification only made it weirder.

"No problem. You do you, Justin."

I bet he knew what I was truly doing... Unless I was paranoid.

Definitely, this was a possibility.

"How was work?"

"Okay, I guess. We've been having issues with the same client for about a year. It's tedious. Bramman was a bit annoying... Oh nice, you cooked?"

"Of course. Least I can do."

He smiled.

"I could really get used to that. Coming home and just having to slide my feet under the table."

"Jennifer is not cooking?"

"Sometimes, she is... I mean, she's working a lot too."

He had already taken off his jacket but he was struggling with his gray tie.

"Are you okay with that thing?" I mocked him.

"Fucking hell... I... Could you give me a hand?"

"Uh... Sure. Of course."

I walked towards him and realized my hands were smeared with precum.

I prayed that he would not notice when I grabbed the knot of his tie.

"I hate wearing those things but I kinda have to when Bramman is attending the meetings."

I untied the knot.

My fingers were slightly trembling as I brushed against his neck.

I may have lingered a little bit too long, our eyes met and there was definitely a weird vibe in the air.

"I... I think you've got it from here." I mumbled.

Joshua seemed startled for a second.

He quickly came back to his senses though.

"Yeah, thanks. It's so hot too in this house."

"I didn't turn on the air conditioning. Sorry."

"That's fine, I get rid of these clothes as soon as I get back from work generally."

"I get it. I'm the same. I'm always in my underwear when I'm at the apartment."

He checked me out.

"Not today though... That being said, you seem to have taken some things off already. What have you been up to?"

He grinned.

In the hurry, I had not put my underwear back on and my shirt was very poorly tucked in my pants.

I looked like a mess.

I was mortified that he pointed it out.

"I..."

"You didn't have to get dressed again for my arrival. For the time being, it's your home too, you know."

"I... I just... It's not that."

He was unbuttoning his blue shirt, making it even more difficult for me to make any sense.

Why was I such a weak man?

"Okay, cool. Cause I don't intend to be too mindful of that myself. I've never been super modest..."

"You shouldn't be."

He took off the shirt entirely.

His muscular hairy chest was right there. Inches away from me. So close to my hand.

I could have touched it. Rubbed it. Licked it.

I could have sucked on his brown nipples for hours.

I could have made him feel good.

But he did not stop there.

Apparently, for Joshua, feeling comfortable in his own home also meant to take off his pants.

"For real, thanks for the burgers, man. You could have started eating though."

He unbuckled his belt.

He had style, the accessory was the same color as his tie and his shoes.

"I was not that hungry..."

Not for food anyway.

The belt was already hanging on an armchair, and Joshua kept going with his impromptu strip-tease.

"Well, I am!"

He pulled down his tight pants and a miracle happened... Part of his white briefs came down with the pants.

It was flimsy, but it definitely happened.

I saw his dark pubic hair and the base of his thick cock.

Just the base... But Good Lord, it was beautiful and enticing.

Joshua quickly re-adjusted his briefs, - his pubes were still visible though -, and he grabbed the clothes he had just taken off.

The man had once again rendered me speechless.

There was no doubt that I was flustered but Joshua continued to act casually.

"I'll just put these in the laundry basket."

He went into the laundry room.

I tried to calm down during that time.

I fixed my clothes and my erection in my pants.

I really should have worn underwear... My hard-on was way too obvious. I even wondered if there was not a stain on my crotch.

Fuck!

There definitely was one... Precum.

I was the worst kind of perverts.

"Hey, Justin." He called from the other side of the house.

"Yes?"

"Where do you put your dirty clothes, man? There are only mines in the basket."

"Oh, well, I've kept them in my room so far... I didn't want to bother you with it..."

"Dude, that's nonsense, we'll wash everything together."
"You're right."

He came back and smiled at me.

I was hiding my bulge behind the center island of the kitchen.

He was not just wearing regular boxer briefs, these were tighties whities. The sexiest kind.

Joshua Dawson truly looked spectacular.

Rafael would have passed out for sure.

I was very turned on by the flawless and barely nude body standing in front of me.

Okay, I may have not controlled my erection, but at the very least, I refrained from getting down on all fours and crawling towards his prominent bulge.

It was an achievement in itself!

The underwear fit him perfectly, tracing a line up his large thighs and just around his butt.

I caught this as he bent over to check the burgers in the oven.

"So, when are we having dinner? I've told you I'm starving!"

"Me too." I let go in a breath.

"Really? I thought you weren't hungry."

"That was earlier... Now, I definitely am."

[To be continued]
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[michaelnola]

Chapter 4: Suit & Tie (Part 2)

When I left about ten minutes later, Rafael made me promise not to repeat anything he had said to Joshua.

I think he was already regretting talking too much.

He told me that his biggest downfall was his big mouth. I thought his spontaneity was awesome.

I kept my promise though; I did not tell Joshua that he had such a reputation in the company, but honestly, I thought that he had a pretty good idea.

He must have known how sexy he was and the effect he had on people.

Since I went home first, - as I would always do -, I made sure to do some cleaning and have the dinner ready by the time Joshua would come home.

I made burgers since my housemate was in his bulking season.

He did look particularly hot in his suit & tie when I thought back about it.

Since he was still not coming home at 8, and I did not know what do with myself, I went to my room to bust a well-deserved nut.

I had not ejaculated once since I had been living there.

I know, pretty crazy!

The thing was that I did not feel entirely at home.

But after more than 72 hours without spanking the monkey, I had to release some tension.

Besides, I had been accumulating good jerking-off material since I had arrived.

I took off my shirt while climbing the stairs, my pants once I was in my room, and my boxer briefs when I lied down in my bed.

I stroked my cock with my socks on.

I could have used a porn but in this case, the memories would get me going much more.

As always, the souvenir of 20 years-old Josh walking around naked during the frat party first came to mind.

They were mixing with the fresher images of my housemate scratching his balls on the couch or sweating while coming back from a run.

I could barely remember his naked body walking in the corridor the first night though.

I hated myself for not daring a more straightforward look.

Still, it was enough to have me horny... and my dick rock-hard.

My balls were full and I was being stimulated a lot lately.

Not that Joshua was doing anything special, he was just sex on a stick, particularly when he was not trying.

People at work who were only seeing him in his suits or formal shirts were drooling over him... Imagine how I was feeling, living with the damn hunk!

I spat of my uncut dick and I jerked it harder with my right hand.

My left hand was busy playing around my asshole.

I did not finger myself but I rubbed my pucker.

At 33, I knew what I liked and how to pleasure myself.

Unfortunately, I had spent more time jerking off than having sex in my adult life...

I was getting damn close to cum.

I slowed down my pace to appreciate my upcoming orgasm. That would be a big one.

I felt good.

I shut my eyes and thought one last time about Joshua's hairy chest and tempting bulge.

My breathing intensified.

I was getting there and...

"Justin? I'm hoooooome!"

"Ah."

I heard the front door shutting downstairs.

Joshua was back.

FUCK!

Such a bad timing, I was so close, I already was leaking precum everywhere and my stomach was sticky.

Freaking out as if I had been caught by my own mother, I hurried around the room to grab my clothes and put them on.

I was acting like a fool.

What if my housemate understood I was jerking off? Who fucking cared?

We were both adults, we were both men, he certainly was beating his large slab of meat himself, especially when his wife was away.

Still, I wiped my stomach, I hastily put some of my clothes back on and I tried to act normal when I walked down the stairs.

I may have been a little red but whatever.

"Hi, Josh. I... I was working in my room."

I could already tell that the unsolicited justification only made it weirder.

"No problem. You do you, Justin."

I bet he knew what I was truly doing... Unless I was paranoid.

Definitely, this was a possibility.

"How was work?"

"Okay, I guess. We've been having issues with the same client for about a year. It's tedious. Bramman was a bit annoying... Oh nice, you cooked?"

"Of course. Least I can do."

He smiled.

"I could really get used to that. Coming home and just having to slide my feet under the table."

"Jennifer is not cooking?"

"Sometimes, she is... I mean, she's working a lot too."

He had already taken off his jacket but he was struggling with his gray tie.

"Are you okay with that thing?" I mocked him.

"Fucking hell... I... Could you give me a hand?"

"Uh... Sure. Of course."

I walked towards him and realized my hands were smeared with precum.

I prayed that he would not notice when I grabbed the knot of his tie.

"I hate wearing those things but I kinda have to when Bramman is attending the meetings."

I untied the knot.

My fingers were slightly trembling as I brushed against his neck.

I may have lingered a little bit too long, our eyes met and there was definitely a weird vibe in the air.

"I... I think you've got it from here." I mumbled.

Joshua seemed startled for a second.

He quickly came back to his senses though.

"Yeah, thanks. It's so hot too in this house."

"I didn't turn on the air conditioning. Sorry."

"That's fine, I get rid of these clothes as soon as I get back from work generally."

"I get it. I'm the same. I'm always in my underwear when I'm at the apartment."

He checked me out.

"Not today though... That being said, you seem to have taken some things off already. What have you been up to?"

He grinned.

In the hurry, I had not put my underwear back on and my shirt was very poorly tucked in my pants.

I looked like a mess.

I was mortified that he pointed it out.

"I..."

"You didn't have to get dressed again for my arrival. For the time being, it's your home too, you know."

"I... I just... It's not that."

He was unbuttoning his blue shirt, making it even more difficult for me to make any sense.

Why was I such a weak man?

"Okay, cool. Cause I don't intend to be too mindful of that myself. I've never been super modest..."

"You shouldn't be."

He took off the shirt entirely.

His muscular hairy chest was right there. Inches away from me. So close to my hand.

I could have touched it. Rubbed it. Licked it.

I could have sucked on his brown nipples for hours.

I could have made him feel good.

But he did not stop there.

Apparently, for Joshua, feeling comfortable in his own home also meant to take off his pants.

"For real, thanks for the burgers, man. You could have started eating though."

He unbuckled his belt.

He had style, the accessory was the same color as his tie and his shoes.

"I was not that hungry..."

Not for food anyway.

The belt was already hanging on an armchair, and Joshua kept going with his impromptu strip-tease.

"Well, I am!"

He pulled down his tight pants and a miracle happened... Part of his white briefs came down with the pants.

It was flimsy, but it definitely happened.

I saw his dark pubic hair and the base of his thick cock.

Just the base... But Good Lord, it was beautiful and enticing.

Joshua quickly re-adjusted his briefs, - his pubes were still visible though -, and he grabbed the clothes he had just taken off.

The man had once again rendered me speechless.

There was no doubt that I was flustered but Joshua continued to act casually.

"I'll just put these in the laundry basket."

He went into the laundry room.

I tried to calm down during that time.

I fixed my clothes and my erection in my pants.

I really should have worn underwear... My hard-on was way too obvious. I even wondered if there was not a stain on my crotch.

Fuck!

There definitely was one... Precum.

I was the worst kind of perverts.

"Hey, Justin." He called from the other side of the house.

"Yes?"

"Where do you put your dirty clothes, man? There are only mines in the basket."

"Oh, well, I've kept them in my room so far... I didn't want to bother you with it..."

"Dude, that's nonsense, we'll wash everything together."
"You're right."

He came back and smiled at me.

I was hiding my bulge behind the center island of the kitchen.

He was not just wearing regular boxer briefs, these were tighties whities. The sexiest kind.

Joshua Dawson truly looked spectacular.

Rafael would have passed out for sure.

I was very turned on by the flawless and barely nude body standing in front of me.

Okay, I may have not controlled my erection, but at the very least, I refrained from getting down on all fours and crawling towards his prominent bulge.

It was an achievement in itself!

The underwear fit him perfectly, tracing a line up his large thighs and just around his butt.

I caught this as he bent over to check the burgers in the oven.

"So, when are we having dinner? I've told you I'm starving!"

"Me too." I let go in a breath.

"Really? I thought you weren't hungry."

"That was earlier... Now, I definitely am."

[To be continued]
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Excellent!!! Awesome reading and hot as fuck man---damn. I really like these two.

 

[tallmascaussie]

Ditto! Excellent story! Great rad. Keeping us in suspense..

 

[citizen8282]

The build up is the best. What are they going to do?

 

[perrito78]

Wow !!! Me da ansiedad ya quiero leer más!!!