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“We need to tip out Sebastian and Eli.” Petra rallies the crew back to business.

The trio of waiters pull wads of cash from their pockets and start counting out the bills. Passing the proper portions off to the boys. Sweet young Eli collects his bounty and slinks away to sweep the floor.

“I think I NEED to find Dave and confront him.” Jamie decrees. “I may be crazy, but it’s going to drive me nuts, if I don’t.”

“Oh sweet Jamie. Just be careful what you get into.” Petra aunties.

Chapter 7

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Nathan put in a double shift at the Clinic, working from 6 am through midnight. Ducking out during both lunch breaks to walk and feed Mabel.

The year-round monitoring of Covid is exacerbated by cold and flu season. He’d been vomited on twice, sneezed at, coughed on and even up to his elbows in blood at one point in the day. Thankfully, anticipating having tomorrow off.

He’d been escaping the chaos throughout both shifts, flirt texting a couple of Gaydr potentials. Deciding the intense day had earned himself another treat this week. With the rush of second wind adrenaline surging his veins and rousing his libido, he planned a late night meetup with generic User57432.

Probably a closeted guy testing the rainbow waters or someone straying from their current relationship. Maybe both.

Nathan isn’t interested in knowing personal details. That just opens the door to complicate things.

User57432 insisted they meet in a drugstore parking lot. Around the back, meant for employees. “It would be private there” and he could show Nathan the special skills he’d bragged about in their app exchange.

The profile has no face pics but a dozen body and cock shots. A hairless torso and a veiny purple tool on the larger side. Nathan was more focused on the promise of what that mouth would do to his own nether regions.

Using the employee showers to rid his body of offensive clinic stench, dressing in a clean black tee, and blue jeans while flying commando underneath. Feeling fresh and suckable. Backpack hung over one shoulder and coat draped over the opposite arm, he struts to the parking garage and piles into the old Jeep, tossing his bag and coat over shoulder.

The robotic voice assistant asserting directions from his phone. Interrupting a pop diva’s chorus, “Turn left in 3 miles…” then fading back without missing a beat, several times.

The drive took him to an area of the city littered with strip malls and chain restaurants. Every place is dark except for buzzing streetlamps, at this hour. The drugstore was lit inside by dim security lights. He pulls the Jeep around back and parks next to a big green dumpster.

NomadNurse6: “Hey, I’m at the spot.” Announcing his presence to the trick. He waits.

Startled by soft knocks on the glass next to his ear. He turns to see a handsome guy about his own age. Tall and thin, wearing tinted wire rim glasses and a dark hood pulled over his head. His septum pierced by a thick silver ring circling through both nostrils and the lower half of his face covered in tidied stubble. His eyes aim down at Nathan’s lap, licking his lips and nodding for the door to be opened.

Nathan pulls the latch and pushes the creaking door with his knee.

User57432 steps back to let it swing past him, then in again. He reaches between Nathan’s thighs. Cupping and massaging the denim bulge. Straight to the point.

Nathan has been so worked up with anticipation, he swells hard in seconds. Pushing against the fly of his jeans. He covers the silent stranger’s hand with his own, guiding him to squeeze harder.

User releases the button and slips his hand inside. Wrapping thick callused fingers of a working tradesman around Nathan’s pulsing meat. He smells of pine wood and pot smoke.

He strokes and pulls at Nathan’s hard flesh. Peeling pant flaps away. He spits on Nathan’s cock. Rubbing it around and under the foreskin with his blackened thumb. Dipping under the hood to tease the sticky head. Pushing it back and exposing the mauve helmet. Glazed with a mix of fluids.

Nathan grunts, white knuckling the steering wheel with one hand. Leaning his head back on the seat and wrapping the other arm around User’s broad muscular shoulders. Gently guiding him to bend forward. “Suck it.” He’s desperate for the release.

User doesn’t resist. Folding into the vehicle, he opens his mouth wide. Pierced tongue slithers out and traces from base to tip of Nathan’s engorged cock. The tiny metal ball poking at his hole. Thin lips kissing the head and pinching at the fleshy foreskin. He takes it into his mouth, bobbing up and down.

Nathan’s entire body stiffens, burrowing his feet into the floorboards. He holds the back of User’s head and presses him down. Pelvis lifting to get every inch of his rod inside that mouth. “Fuck yeah! Suck that cock!”

User gags, unhinging his jaw, and bobbing faster. Fingers fondling balls and his other hand exploring Nathan’s furry belly, pushing his shirt up. Pinch teasing a hard nipple.

Nathan thrusts his cock into User’s throat. Lifting his whole ass off the seat and pushing aggressively on the back of his head. Pumping every ounce of the day’s stress out on the eager stranger. “Oh, Fuck!”

User’s rough grip tightens around the base, pulling foreskin taught while he dips Nathan further into his gullet with each thrust. Sensitivity at peak pleasure.

“I’m close.” He warns.

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