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I rolled my eyes.
“Were my moans not enough evidence? I’m sure I woke up the entire street.”
He brought his hand up to cup my face and bent to the side so he could drive his lips to mine with renewed passion that made my little Wesley want to come back to life, but he was way too spent. As was my ass.
“I’m gonna be so sore today,” I told him.
His smile wavered slightly, and he looked into my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Gosh. How could he switch it up from hunk to teddy bear in a matter of seconds? And why did my heart thump in my chest a little louder?
“You don’t need to apologize. A little pain the morning after is proof of a good night in the sack.”
Teddy laughed.
“Maybe you just have a pain kink,” he said.
I gasped.
“I do not. Don’t worry. You’re a baby gay. You’ll learn soon enough.”
Teddy laughed and, with a determined breath, sat up and escaped my embrace.
“I got to go,” he repeated, but more to himself than to me, and he got up, bent over to give me a big kiss, and put his shirt on.
I followed him down the stairs using the throw from my bed to cover my privates. I wanted to take him to the door, and I didn’t need the rest of the neighborhood seeing my cock.
“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” he asked.
“If you want.”
Teddy cupped my cheek and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“That you definitely want?” Why did my voice go higher?
Agh. Embarrassing.
“That’s right,” he answered and kissed me again, but when he dropped his hand, he put it under the throw and gave my balls and cock a good squeeze that made my taint throb with need. Before I could be sated, though, he winked and left me behind all hot and bothered.
I watched him get in his car and bit my lip, thinking of him buried deep inside me all night last night. How the hell had I gotten so lucky? This must be a dream. It’s got to.
He waved at me as he reversed out of my driveway, and I waved back before I closed the door and looked at my empty house.
“Right, Wesley. You need a shower,” I said and looked down at the little peak in the throw caused by my now fully erect cock.
“And maybe a little self-loving,” I added.
Which was exactly what I did. I had to, or I wouldn’t be able to get anything done today.
And the plan worked. For a while.
But even as I was watering and caring for my plants after breakfast, my mind drifted to last night, and I went back to feeling hard and desperate for more.
“Fuck! What have we started?” I asked my collection of succulents, but none of them replied.
