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Chapter 11: Cream Polo Shirt (Part 1)
Joshua was horny, no doubt.
He missed fucking his wife and, probably, he missed fucking anyone. Period.
A man that hot is not used to a dry spell.
After four weeks living together, it became tough to describe our relationship.
We were more than housemates, more than co-workers, we may have been friends, but that did not explain the lingering sexual tension in the house.
I was not sure at first, I did not want to see or acknowledge the signs, more importantly, I did not want to entertain false hope.
At this stage though, I started to trust my guts.
Joshua was teasing me, directly or indirectly, knowingly or unknowingly, there was something happening between us.
He did not just ask for a massage because he was suffering.
He had not faked the pain in his back, but certainly, asking me to rub the oil all over his ass was unnecessary.
He did not jerk off just to tempt me, but certainly, he knew what he was doing when he let the porn blasting in the house.
He was comfortable with himself, but certainly, he was purposely showing off at times.
Like that Friday morning, did he really need to take his gray sweatpants off in front of me to expose his girthy flaccid cock?
The man was well aware of the effect he was having on me, but he stripped down in the kitchen, made a bowl out of his pants, and went to the laundry room without a word.
He was panting, like he always did when he came back from his morning run.
He peeled off his compression shirt in the other room and he was stark naked when he came back in the kitchen.
Normally, he would have gone directly upstairs for his shower, but that day, he took his sweet time, pouring himself a glass of water and sitting on a stool.
His sweaty hairy bum leaving a wet mark on the wooden chair.
I describe that as if I was judging him, but the truth was, I only admired him.
There is nothing to complain about when an Adonis with the most glorious butt and a godly cock offers you a full view of his body first thing in the morning.
His balls were hanging low and his dick was, even in its flaccid state, looking very heavy.
"Tough run?" I asked.
I pretended not to be fazed by this display of manhood and testosterone.
Did I mention that my housemate was stinky as ever? I liked him when he was raunchy.
The Summer was definitely settling in Denver. Even early in the morning, it was warm.
"Tough... But good... I think sometimes we need to suffer in life."
"You had this breakthrough while jogging on the streets?"
He drank his water, some dripped on his chin and his pecs, and he smiled.
"No, I think I understand that lesson every time I stop running."
I was perplexed.
Not that I was stupid, I normally could hold a conversation, but believe me, it was more difficult when looking at a Greek status come alive.
"What are you talking about?"
"Running is always a pain. Even after years of the same routine. I think the people who say they enjoy it are simply lying."
"I can agree on that."
"But it's worth it, despite how tedious it is. Suffering is necessary because when you finally stop, when you can enjoy simply walking again, or sitting on a damn stool... Drinking a glass of water becomes the greatest of pleasures."
I chuckled.
"I didn't know you to be that wise."
"We're only getting to know each other."
He always had a spark in his green eyes.
If he was smart on top of being that gorgeous, I was in really deep shit.
"That's right."
"Did I convince you to run with me some mornings?"
I thought about it.
"Not sure... I do remember what you said one day about chasing your sweaty ass."
He laughed.
"And here I was, trying to have an elevated conversation."
"I'm sorry, I'm just a simple man."
"I'll give you a peek."
"Huh?"
He stood up and stared right into my eyes.
"This eye candy is sugar free, enjoy!"
He then turned around and walked to the stair case. He went slowly, letting me appreciate every inch of his juicy ass.
See!
This was not in my head!
The man was toying with me on purpose.
I could not be mad though; I liked being toyed with.
And once again, I was left with a solid hard-on in my boxer briefs.
I ate my breakfast with a silly smile on my face.
When Joshua came back ten minutes later, wrapped in his (tiny) towel, I made sure to have a banana in my mouth.
Maybe that would give him some ideas.
I could play too.
I could tease...
I was simply not sure that it had any effect on my partner.
"Did I tell you that Bramman mentioned your name, yesterday?"
Joshua grabbed an orange, barely paying attention to my ridiculous attempt at imitating a blowjob.
"He did? Should I be worried?"
"On the contrary, he told me that the new consultant on environmental issues was great."
I chuckled.
"That's funny..."
"He seemed sincere."
"Oh, I don't doubt it. My job so far has been all about finding original ways to say how great his company is. Sabrina did not read any of my recommendations for improvement yet."
"You know, in corporate life, as long as the boss is happy..."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And you still got time to make real changes."
"Not that much, four or five weeks maybe."
I thought that the time was passing too damn fast since I had been living with Joshua.
"It's more than enough for a hard-worker like you!"
"Hey! I'm trying to work hard; they're not letting me."
"I'm just messing with you."
He came up behind me and patted my bare shoulders.
I had shivers at this mere contact.
Seriously, I was a desperate case.
"Anyway, I should also take a shower. The least I can do is not arriving late at work."
When I stood up, he spanked my ass playfully.
"Have fun!"
What a cheeky fucker!
[Chapter 11 continues below]
Chapter 11: Cream Polo Shirt (Part 1)
Joshua was horny, no doubt.
He missed fucking his wife and, probably, he missed fucking anyone. Period.
A man that hot is not used to a dry spell.
After four weeks living together, it became tough to describe our relationship.
We were more than housemates, more than co-workers, we may have been friends, but that did not explain the lingering sexual tension in the house.
I was not sure at first, I did not want to see or acknowledge the signs, more importantly, I did not want to entertain false hope.
At this stage though, I started to trust my guts.
Joshua was teasing me, directly or indirectly, knowingly or unknowingly, there was something happening between us.
He did not just ask for a massage because he was suffering.
He had not faked the pain in his back, but certainly, asking me to rub the oil all over his ass was unnecessary.
He did not jerk off just to tempt me, but certainly, he knew what he was doing when he let the porn blasting in the house.
He was comfortable with himself, but certainly, he was purposely showing off at times.
Like that Friday morning, did he really need to take his gray sweatpants off in front of me to expose his girthy flaccid cock?
The man was well aware of the effect he was having on me, but he stripped down in the kitchen, made a bowl out of his pants, and went to the laundry room without a word.
He was panting, like he always did when he came back from his morning run.
He peeled off his compression shirt in the other room and he was stark naked when he came back in the kitchen.
Normally, he would have gone directly upstairs for his shower, but that day, he took his sweet time, pouring himself a glass of water and sitting on a stool.
His sweaty hairy bum leaving a wet mark on the wooden chair.
I describe that as if I was judging him, but the truth was, I only admired him.
There is nothing to complain about when an Adonis with the most glorious butt and a godly cock offers you a full view of his body first thing in the morning.
His balls were hanging low and his dick was, even in its flaccid state, looking very heavy.
"Tough run?" I asked.
I pretended not to be fazed by this display of manhood and testosterone.
Did I mention that my housemate was stinky as ever? I liked him when he was raunchy.
The Summer was definitely settling in Denver. Even early in the morning, it was warm.
"Tough... But good... I think sometimes we need to suffer in life."
"You had this breakthrough while jogging on the streets?"
He drank his water, some dripped on his chin and his pecs, and he smiled.
"No, I think I understand that lesson every time I stop running."
I was perplexed.
Not that I was stupid, I normally could hold a conversation, but believe me, it was more difficult when looking at a Greek status come alive.
"What are you talking about?"
"Running is always a pain. Even after years of the same routine. I think the people who say they enjoy it are simply lying."
"I can agree on that."
"But it's worth it, despite how tedious it is. Suffering is necessary because when you finally stop, when you can enjoy simply walking again, or sitting on a damn stool... Drinking a glass of water becomes the greatest of pleasures."
I chuckled.
"I didn't know you to be that wise."
"We're only getting to know each other."
He always had a spark in his green eyes.
If he was smart on top of being that gorgeous, I was in really deep shit.
"That's right."
"Did I convince you to run with me some mornings?"
I thought about it.
"Not sure... I do remember what you said one day about chasing your sweaty ass."
He laughed.
"And here I was, trying to have an elevated conversation."
"I'm sorry, I'm just a simple man."
"I'll give you a peek."
"Huh?"
He stood up and stared right into my eyes.
"This eye candy is sugar free, enjoy!"
He then turned around and walked to the stair case. He went slowly, letting me appreciate every inch of his juicy ass.
See!
This was not in my head!
The man was toying with me on purpose.
I could not be mad though; I liked being toyed with.
And once again, I was left with a solid hard-on in my boxer briefs.
I ate my breakfast with a silly smile on my face.
When Joshua came back ten minutes later, wrapped in his (tiny) towel, I made sure to have a banana in my mouth.
Maybe that would give him some ideas.
I could play too.
I could tease...
I was simply not sure that it had any effect on my partner.
"Did I tell you that Bramman mentioned your name, yesterday?"
Joshua grabbed an orange, barely paying attention to my ridiculous attempt at imitating a blowjob.
"He did? Should I be worried?"
"On the contrary, he told me that the new consultant on environmental issues was great."
I chuckled.
"That's funny..."
"He seemed sincere."
"Oh, I don't doubt it. My job so far has been all about finding original ways to say how great his company is. Sabrina did not read any of my recommendations for improvement yet."
"You know, in corporate life, as long as the boss is happy..."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And you still got time to make real changes."
"Not that much, four or five weeks maybe."
I thought that the time was passing too damn fast since I had been living with Joshua.
"It's more than enough for a hard-worker like you!"
"Hey! I'm trying to work hard; they're not letting me."
"I'm just messing with you."
He came up behind me and patted my bare shoulders.
I had shivers at this mere contact.
Seriously, I was a desperate case.
"Anyway, I should also take a shower. The least I can do is not arriving late at work."
When I stood up, he spanked my ass playfully.
"Have fun!"
What a cheeky fucker!
[Chapter 11 continues below]
