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I tapped on a type of fish I didn’t recognize. I was a big seafood lover, but I didn’t trust that I’d be able to cook it without it falling through the little grates. “Everything else is fair game.”
When the waiter came back to check on us for the third time, Duncan ordered a variety of meats for us to try. It was fun sitting there cooking our food and chatting. He was an interesting man, and I loved hearing him talk. His job was far more interestingthan anything I did at mine. I was all about spreadsheets, projections, and contract negotiations. His was all about people.
Far too soon, our meal was over. Both of us were completely full but found just enough room for the dessert they brought out…ice cream in the tiniest cup you’d ever see. It was for the best because there was no way I could have eaten much more.
And then we drove home. I wasn’t quite ready for the night to be over, but it was getting late, and there really weren’t many places to go that weren’t alcohol-related. I wasn’t anti-alcohol by any means, but he was driving, and it was just far less complicated if we avoided those kinds of situations unless we were taking a cab together. So, home it was.
“We met at the parking garage, but it doesn’t feel quite right leaving you at the parking garage, because we both need to take the same elevator anyway. May I take you to your door?”
Always the gentleman. Then my stomach dropped. We’d had such a perfect night. Taking him to my place would only show him how different it was from his, how over the top, and honestly, how little it reflected me.
And so instead, I said, “Maybe I could take you to yours?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. But it’s not actually my place. It’s my brother’s. I’m just staying here while he’s overseas for work for a year.”
“Oh, is he in business too?”
“No, he’s a musician. But come on in, I’ll introduce you to someone.”
“You have a roommate?” That surprised me, only because he’d never brought it up.
“I wouldn’t call Quirby a roommate exactly, as much as a slimy little friend.”
“Slimy?”
“We’ll go with adorable,” he said as he opened the door. “But yeah, a bit slimy.”
Turned out, Quirby was his brother’s snail, and he was fabulous. Not as fabulous as the man bringing me inside, the one giving every indication he was understanding that I wasn’t wanting to say goodbye and pop on home, the one I had a feeling was going to have me coming harder than I ever had before.
Chapter Eight
Duncan
Who saw this coming?
Not this daddy.
We’d had a nice evening, better than nice. Good conversation, getting to know one another, great food, and my first time with the big side of Ocean. He had a job with a lot of responsibility, often long hours, and at the end of the day often needed to take off that big, heavy hat.
A lot of what he described was not that different from my job, just on a bigger and much-better-compensated scale. But the feeling he described was close enough I thought I understood. But where he found relief by being little, mine came by caring for others in a way I did not get paid for.
“The bedroom is this way.” I had occupied the guest room, although Bob tried to convince me to use the master.You’re renting it, so it’s yours.I linked our fingers, drawing him down the hallway. “I’m very glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” He leaned in and I bent to kiss his firm, warm lips. When I straightened again, Ocean said, “This room?”
I opened the door and guided him in, unwilling to take my hands off him any longer than necessary. The bed seemed miles away, and it took eons to undress him, although I didn’t mind the effort or the time. He definitely was taking advantage of the weight-lifting equipment, enough to develop firm muscles that stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt. His flat abdomen and trim waist had me scattering kisses over the warm skin while guiding him to sit on the edge of the mattress. A more-than respectable cock rose from a light nest of hair between powerful thighs. I couldn’t wait to see him in his little aspect, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with this version of him.
I traced the head of his cock, smearing the droplet of precum over the smooth skin before licking it away, his gasp music in my ears. Encouraged by his fingers threading through my hair, I closed my lips over him and gave a light suck. Gripping his shaft in one fist, I brought my other hand down to tickle his ball sac and dandle it in my palm.
Ocean’s breathing grew harsh as I moved up and down, hand squeezing and releasing, my mouth following it down and being chased back up. Down again and up, sucking harder, taking him into my throat while he groaned and linked his fingers behind my head.
“Oh, yes, please, D-Duncan.” He dug into my scalp, shuddering as his cum pumped down my throat, leaving a hint of salt in my mouth. As the last droplets slid down, his grip eased and he fell back, chest heaving.
Taking time to lick him clean, I crawled up beside him and wrapped him in my arms while his breathing returned to normal. His skin glowed in the low light from the hallway, his body statue-worthy, as if carved from marble.
And I was getting a little bit fanciful, probably because my brain function was entirely in place between my legs. When I felt he was recovered enough, I kissed him again, and again. The shadows didn’t hide the twinkle I’d come to look for in his eyes.
“You’re amazing, Duncan.” He pulled me close, reaching down to palm my cock. “But it’s your turn now.” Releasing me, he rolled to his back and pulled his knees up, revealing his needy hole. “Do you have any lube?”
