Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Holding the end of the condom tight against the base of my cock, I let it lead the way back into the kitchen.

Timothy’s still by the stove, a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead from the heat thrown off the burner. He doesn’t look at me as I come up behind him, but I see the corner of his mouth turn up in a smile. “Almost ready, hon,” he says.

I don’t answer. Instead I run a hand down the back of his boxers—his smile widens and he arches his ass into the palm of my hand. “Good day?”

“Good enough,” I concede, rubbing my thumb into the tender spot between his buttocks that I want to taste. He sighs my name and in my other hand, my cock jumps at the thought of a tryst right here, now, up against the side of the stove. Without asking, I pull down Timothy’s boxers and guide my length to that tight hole in the center of his ass.

“Brian!” he starts, surprised.