Page 44 of The Boy from Half Moon

Alec turned to the lady next to me. “Someone forgot to eat before imbibing,” he said.

I protested. “Someone didn’t want me to. Thinks I’ll get drunk and be more fun,” I quipped.

“Excuse us,” Alec said, smiling at her, then grabbing my elbow and assisting me to my feet. “How about we get you some food, Tate?”

“How ‘bout not?”

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Surprisingly, and with me having no idea how it happened, I was at Alec’s townhouse. “Why’d we come here?” I sassed, looking around, motioning my hand in the air.

“You were in no condition to drive, kiddo. And I want to keep you safe,” he said.

His kind words and soothing voice sounded appealing to my half-lit state of mind. I wandered around his living room, picking things up, examining them, and commenting on their beauty, before moving to the next thing I could grasp.

“You got some nice shit, boss man.”

Alec came to my side and took a glass vase from my hands. “There we go,” he said, returning the vase to the table. He pulled me to face him and held my arms. “You’re cute when you’ve had a drink or three.”

I grinned like he’d just announced me Miss Universe. “Why thank you, mister man. And you are very handsome in your tux.” I reached for his bow tie and he intercepted my hand, moving it to the front of his pants. “Well, what do we have here?” I slurred.

“This is what you do to me, Tate.”

“Well, I sure seem to do something to you,” I agreed, moving my eyes back to his.

I was drunk. I knew that much, but I felt that I still had some control. Alec moved his hands to my tie and undid it, tossing the silk piece on his couch. Then he opened my tux jacket and slid me out of it as if he were a magician. Before I knew it, he was pushing me backward, toward the couch, my pants falling to my ankles.

“Here you go,” he whispered, helping me to sit back, removing my pants before I even noticed.

“I don’t think so, boss man,” I sing-songed. “You better stop that. You won’t be able to bury me in the records department.”

He kneeled between my knees, pushing them apart. “Shush and relax, gorgeous,” he cooed. “Alec just wants a little taste. That’d be okay, dontcha think?” he purred, sliding his hand through the slit in my boxers. I’m not sure when it happened, but I was rock hard. “Look at this big fella. You’re bigger than I imagined.”

“Everyone says that,” I agreed. “It’s a mouthful, they say,” I joked, wondering why the room was spinning. I closed my eyes.

He tapped my hips. “Lift up, baby.”

“Why?” I asked, opening my eyes and finding his head in my lap. “What are you doing, bossy boss?”

“Lift up and I’ll show you.” For some reason—well, maybe a booze reason—I did as he told me, and he slid my boxers down. My erect cock bounced free and hit him on the chin. “There it is.” He grinned, raising his eyebrows, his request as clear as day.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I teased. “My wiener hasn’t had any action in a very long time.”

I spoke the words, but my wide-open legs betrayed any sensibilities. A warm mouth, inches away from swallowing my cock, was more than my diminished resistance could fight off.

“How about a little nibble and then we’ll see what you think?” he asked, removing his jacket and shirt. He stood and stepped out of his slacks. “See what you do to me, baby?” He pulled his briefs down and showed me his dick.

“That’s big,” I declared, announcing it like one would the arrival of a stuffed turkey to the Thanksgiving dinner table.

“Yes,” he agreed. “But tonight is all about you, baby.”

His use of the word baby was a bit creepy. I wasn’t his baby. What I was, was horny, and couldn’t I worry about nicknames tomorrow?

“Maybe I’ll let you have just a little taste,” I offered, gripping my cock and pointing it at him. “As long as we agree, it’s our little secret,” I added, grinning like a sailor.

The battle waging in my muddled mind was bothersome. I was horny, but my brain kept warning me I was in some sort of danger. The choices didn’t make sense to me. Why not let him blow me? I’d remind him it was a one-time thing, and then we’d get back to being boss and employee. That’d be okay. He’d understand.

“That’s a good boy,” he said, tilting my cock to his mouth and grinning. He licked the shaft before he swirled his tongue over the swollen tip.

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