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Pausing, I curse myself in more ways than one before I turn around.

Standing in all his God-given glory is Chris, with a monster erection and his chest heaving, out of breath.

“Hi. Um, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d grab a—”

“Cup of sugar?” He grins wide. He knows he’s caught me in a lie, but I’ve caught him in the act, so I guess he’s proved he’s not the guy I thought he was.

The elevator dings. “While you’re here, Tyler, why don’t you come in for a coffee?”

What? Excuse me?

Folding my arms across my chest, I step towards the elevator. “No. I’m really good. I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your company.”

Laughing deeply, Chris leans against the door. As his cackling voice ramps up, his voice falters until he’s sucking in air.

“What’s so funny?”

Holding up a hand, he wipes tears from his eyes, trying to compose himself. “You think I’m with someone?”

“I heard you moaning. It was alot of moaning, Chris.” I’m actually pretty pissed he thinks it’s funny. He’s left some poor sod in his apartment with a hard-on, as he’s out here chatting with me.

Turning around, he shows me the very large black toy sticking out of his rectum. “I’m alone.”

Looking at it, back up to his face, and back to his hard-on—that hasn’t lessened thankfully—I involuntarily lick my lips.

“So...um…so...”

“You said that already, Ty.”

Staring at his cock, I can’t articulate a thing. “Ah…” Is all that comes out as I gaze at his cock.

“Will you come in if I ask, Ty?” Stepping to the side, he gives room for me to pass. His request is genuine and enticing.

Snapping myself out of my trance, I look into his face and smile. “Well, I did come all the way here. It would be seen as rude if I didn’t at least come in for a coffee, right?”

“Right,” he says, holding the door open.

Stepping up to the door, where he half fills the entrance, I throw caution to the wind and grab Chris by the nape of his neck for a kiss and squeeze his naked cock. As soon as his tongue hits mine, we’re both moaning. Kicking the door shut, pushing me up against the hallway wall, Chris searches out the buttons on my pants. Pulling his cock tight, stroking it up and down, I remember he has a toy in his backside. Reaching around, touching it lightly, I search out the edge for the handle.

With a wildness, Chris’ kiss becomes sloppy and passionate as he rushes. Sudden contact on the toy as I shift it around has sent him over the edge.

Breaking away slightly, he looks at the hall table and picks up a little remote on edge of it. “Here. The power is yours.”

Smiling devilish, because I know I am, I remove my hand from his cock and press the button on top. Feeling a low vibration start through the toy as I hold the handle of it, Chris sucks in a deep breath.

“Do you like that? Or would you like me to up it?” Pressing the button again, the vibration increases.

Moving his hands to the wall behind me, he slams them against the mirror, rattling it. “Fuck!”

Turning him so that his back is against the wall, I bend down. “Stay there or I’ll up the speed again.” Leaving kisses slowly down his chest, I follow the clean line of trimmed hair. “No moving,” I growl as I relish the idea of reaching the cock that is straining for release. Moving to my knees, Chris’s back bows.

“Fuck. Ty, I can’t hold out long. Please, please.”

Stroking his muscular penis, I ask, “What do you want right now, Chris?”

At first he doesn’t say a word; he’s too into the feeling of me stroking him and the toy teasing his prostate. So I press the button again for a reaction.

Forcing his back against the wall hard, the toy rattles on the unforgiving wall.

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