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“Keep going, Stevie. That feels so good.”

Shit. Every word he said rippled through me like a sweet shock wave and made me feel like I would lose my load. What was it about his voice saying dirty things to me that I couldn’t handle?

I started sucking his cock more aggressively, using my free hand for assistance in stimulating him, deep-throating with each forward motion, massaging his balls with my hand and the tip of his cock with my tongue. I wanted to get him off. I wanted to taste him. To feel him explode in my mouth.

Enzo had other ideas, though. “Wait. Lower.” He pulled at the base of his cock like it was a fishing line he was trying to reel in.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled as I spat him out and buried my face between his legs, pulling his heavy sack into my watering mouth with my tongue, my hands resting on his muscled thighs as he slowly jerked his dick in front of my face. The sensations running through my body were so intense. I couldn’t afford to touch my own cock any longer. I was afraid I would explode.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Bury your head between my legs. Lick my fucking balls. You fucking love the taste of my sweaty sack, don’t you?”

The words sounded almost silly coming from him. It was as though he’d never talked dirty during sex before and wasn’t sure if what he was saying was right or not. But damn it if he didn’t make the words work. And he wasn’t really asking. But I did—I fucking loved it.

Enzo’s head rolled back and forth on his neck as he moaned and pumped his cock with his fist, stealing glances at my face buried between his legs. “Get up here,” he commanded out of nowhere as he unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off, exposing his hairy chest, his fur-covered abdomen, those biceps and forearms that he’d clearly worked hard on.

I stood… at attention. Every part of me. Especially my cock, which was leaking with excitement. Enzo lifted his left arm and grabbed me, pulling me in face-first to his armpit. He rubbed my face all over his exposed pit, forcing me to inhale the scent of the day on him. Fuck, it was hot. I inhaled deeply, huffing his scent, using my tongue to pull his manly essence into me. Had he not worn deodorant to work? Had he been so bold? And why?

I didn’t fucking care.

Once he was satisfied with the job I’d done, the cleaning I’d given him, he lifted his other arm and shoved me over, forcefully pushing me into him once again. I tried grabbing my cock out of habit but he playfully smacked my arm away, showing me who was in charge, making it clear that it was up to him when I would be allowed to come.

For someone who’d acted like such a novice at first, Enzo sure seemed to be picking up the role of the dominant daddy pretty quickly.

“Stand up,” he demanded. “Bend over.”

Again, I did what I was told, leaning my forearms into the bed and spreading my legs as Enzo stood and positioned himself behind me. I knew exactly what was coming and I had no intention of refusing it.

“You want this dick?” I looked back and saw him holding his firm cock, waving it, almost presenting it to me.

“Yes,” I moaned, my hole practically begging to be filled, almost winking at him.

“Where do you want it?”

Fuck. I wanted to tell him that he could put it anywhere he wanted to, but I knew the answer he was looking for. “Put it in my ass. Fill my hole. Fuck me, Enzo.”

“That’s right,” he cooed, gently running his palm down my side, from my chest to my thigh, before cupping one of my cheeks in his hand. I could hear the deviance in his voice, in his tone. It dripped from his tongue like sweet venom. “I know that’s where you want it. But I need you to understand something.”

“What?” I begged.

“I’ll put it wherever I want. Because I know your little secret.”

Oh, fuck. A bead of precome squeezed its way from my slit as my dick twitched again. Enzo was blackmailing me as some sort of role-playing schtick and I was fucking getting off on it. I didn’t remember ever having been this hard. My dick was so rigid—the flesh pulled so tight—that its length pressed against my stomach as it pointed straight up.

He bent down behind me and shoved his face into my crevice, licking, huffing, lubing me up with his saliva. His tongue slid roughshod over every nook and cranny, every little muscled ridge taken care of, sending shock waves through my body.

“Oh, fuck. Eat my hole, Enzo. It’s so hungry for your cock. I need you inside me.”

I had never been vocal in bed, but Enzo had awakened something in me. He’d unleashed a filthy, dirty side of me that had to have been buried somewhere beneath the surface. Over the span of thirty significant minutes, I had gone from a fairly vanilla guy to some naughty little slut, all from the sight of my client’s jockstrap. What the hell was happening to me?

Enzo licked and sucked and penetrated me, reaching depths I didn’t think possible with a tongue. He spit and then massaged the natural lube into my hole with a finger, then two. It hurt, but I was so hungry. I’d get past the fucking pain.

“Don’t worry, buddy. You’ll get my cock.” Fuck, he was giving me a pep talk. He fucking knew how greedy I’d grown. How greedy my hole had become. “But first, get over here and taste yourself on me.”

Anything. Absolutely anything for this guy.

I turned my head over my shoulder and Enzo covered my frame with his weight, holding himself up over me with his strong arms. His mouth met mine, licking my lips, me licking his, our tongues intertwining as we shared a sexy, erotic kiss.

Once Enzo was satisfied that I had gotten my fill, he bent down behind me and spat on my hole, then stood up and spat on his cock, rubbing it in with the palm of his hand. He positioned the tip of his thick cock at my opening, holding himself steady with one hand, holding me in place with the other, and applied pressure, more and more pressure each time I pushed out to try to accommodate him.

My body felt hot. The cool air had been sucked out of the room, replaced by the warm, stagnant air from outside. Did the air conditioner break? Had the power gone out? It couldn’t have. That fucking bathroom light was still on. Jesus, the room felt so hot.

No, it was just me. My God, he was big. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and trickled down my cheeks as I tried to focus.

No, focusing wasn’t working. I needed to transport myself somewhere else until I got used to his size.

Either way, I was determined to take him.

I shut everything off: my mind, my nerves, the beating of my heart. Nothing moved until Enzo had pushed his way inside of me. Until I had accepted him completely. For a moment, the world went black and I was transported back to some ice age in which everything was still and silent. Only, it felt like the depths of hell, flames burning bright and hot inside of me. But I forced myself back into the moment, suppressing the pain. I had to.

He stayed still for a moment, allowing me time to adjust, allowing my body time to start working again. Allowing me to feel his pubes brushing against my ass. I almost didn’t hear him ask if I was alright. Not until I felt his hand gently grip my shoulder.

“I’m okay. Just give me a minute.”

Had it been that long since I’d bottomed? It sure felt like it had but I couldn’t process time in my current state.

Eventually, I took in a breath of air and my heart began beating. My mind focused on how completely Enzo was stretching my hole. The fullness of him inside of me. The goodness of the moment. I was sweating, almost profusely, but breath flowed through me like a river cutting its way through a deep ravine.

Enzo started to move. And he grabbed my waist with a tight grip. And he moaned as he fucked himself into me. He moaned with each thrust. The thrusts were easy at first, slow and sensitive. But I needed more. I grabbed the back of his thigh and pulled him into me, letting him know he could get to work. He read my signal like the pages of a book.

And he fucked me. From behind. He fucked me while I leaned over his bed, breathing in the fresh scent of his linens, sensing the inherent masculinity of Enzo’s body pushing into me from behind.

The way he slid himself into me while blanketing me with his weight was intoxicating. Enzo’s strokes were smooth and intentional, and his arms wrapped around my frame as he fucked himself into me. The coarse hair on his chest tickled my back at first, but eventually, I was consumed by him, overtaken by the strength of his body. His lips met the space between my shoulder blades repeatedly as he fucked me.

This dominant-daddy thing came and went with him. The roles were obviously new to both of us. I was happy in my current submission but I could have turned it off had he wanted me to. It was him that I wanted. Not a character.

The room finally started to feel like it had reached a reasonable temperature again, the depths of that hedonistic hell banished back to the center of the earth, yet we both continued sweating as he pushed me onto the bed with his body, with his length still buried inside me. His thighs spread wide, and he wrapped me up in him as we fucked.

A dick in my ass had never felt so good. Usually, there was some pain, some discomfort, a semblance of gratification, of contentment. But with Enzo, the way he held me, the way he was protecting me as he dominated me, the way he gave himself to me, there was an ecstasy that built inside of me. I felt stretched but comforted, used but fulfilled. Whole and complete and wanted and accomplished and deviant and content. I felt fucking perfect with him inside of me, with his body holding mine.

Enzo pressed me down further onto the bed. He spread my body out underneath him and laid himself on top of me as he rocked himself in and out, over and over. He pinned my legs to the bed, holding my arms down and threading his fingers between mine, planting kisses on the back of my neck, tonguing the beads of sweat that formed on my back, taking me into him as much as I’d taken him into me.

It wasn’t long after he’d gotten me into that position that I could feel Enzo’s orgasm rising, his breaths becoming shallower, his words more stunted and urgent, his body tensing around me. As much as I wanted this to go on for longer, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back my release. I had been close to coming before he ever entered me. The only thing that had stopped me was Enzo taking control of my hands. But even that wasn’t proving useful now.

His cock driving into me deeper and deeper with each thrust was making it hard to control myself even without the use of my hands. Fuck, he felt good inside me.

“I’m… getting… close,” he managed between breaths.

“I know,” I said, clenching myself around him. “Me too.”

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into me was all it took before he let me go and pulled out. I didn’t want him to. I would have taken him. But I wasn’t going to argue. Not then. I simply needed him to do what came naturally to him. Whatever that was.

I eased up onto my knees and turned to look over my shoulder again, winking my hole at him once more as he gripped his cock and aimed it at my opening.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he let go. I felt his load spill out over me, onto me, into me, dripping down my legs before something came over him and he shoved himself back inside of me.

I gasped as I gripped my cock and felt my load spill out onto his comforter, hedonistic moans falling from my lips. I hoped he wouldn’t be upset. There was such a force behind the release I could almost hear the first shot hit the bed, followed by two more strong volleys, then dribble after dribble as I squeezed and shook my insistently hard cock, tensing and releasing from the shock.

Eventually, I fell to the bed and turned onto my back, releasing Enzo’s cock from the clutch of my hole. Enzo turned and fell onto the bed beside me. I looked over at him and started to laugh. Then, he started to laugh, probably from a combination of gratified pleasure and the sheer awkwardness of our situation.

Trails of perspiration poured down his chest and matted the fur that covered him. Even the hair in his pits was slick with sweat. He’d worked hard for his reward, and there was something so inherently manly about him. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths before he composed himself and turned to look at me, his expression changing to one of concern.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t take advantage of you.”

“No,” I blurted out as I pushed myself onto my elbows. “No. I mean, I was the one you caught… uh… yeah.”

Suddenly, I was embarrassed again. Enzo chuckled.

“It’s really alright. I have to admit… I found it kind of hot.”

An unrestrained chuckle escaped me, then it turned into a shy smile. “Still, I was way out of line. And I promise I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m really sorry.”

Enzo reached over and grabbed my arm, sort of caressing it. “I believe you, Stevie.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”

An awkward pause hung in the air between us.

“I guess I’ll get going, then.”

The cute, almost nervous grin on his face faded away, and I immediately missed it. “Oh. Okay.”

I got up from the bed and started gathering my clothes, pulling my underwear up my thighs and stepping into my shorts. Enzo looked like he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure about it. The look in his eyes again made me wonder if he’d thought I was cute when he hired me. If maybe he’d liked something about me but never wanted to cross a line. Had I crossed that line for him? Had he wanted this all along?

I finished getting dressed as Enzo sat on the edge of the bed, still tripped up by his words, his deflating cock hanging between his thighs and a lonely dribble of abandoned white fluid dangling from the slit of his cock. In a moment, it would be swallowed up by his foreskin. A look somewhere between want and uncertainty was written on his face.

The discomfort of the moment was settling in around us. I felt misplaced, as though I had overstepped. Like the deed had been done and he wanted me out of his house.

“Alright, well, I hope you have a good weekend. I’ll be back to walk Rocco on Monday.”

“Sure,” he offered. “Thanks.”

I opened the door and turned to walk out before he finally found the courage to say what he must have been wanting to say the whole time. “Hey, Stevie…”

“Yeah?” I turned to look at him. He stood and approached me, resting his hand on the back of my neck, gripping it gently before dropping it to my shoulder, tracing the curve of my neck along the way. His touch made me weak, as though I might stumble and fall.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

I smiled. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Once he realized I was smiling, he smiled. “And maybe…” He trailed off. I looked him in those blue-green irises again, the ones that were as clear as pool water. His nervousness was intoxicating. “Maybe I could take you out sometime. To dinner?”

He then swooped in quickly and planted a kiss on my lips, sweet this time, full of want and hope and need. His proposition had shocked me. I could understand wanting to hook up again. Sex was easy. It was fun. But a date? What would this guy who clearly had a professional job and did alright for himself want with a dog walker with no foreseeable professional future?

He must have sensed my reticence, fumbling to locate the right words. “I think it’d be fun… to get to know you. You’re very kind. And sweet. And attractive. I’ve thought so since the first time I met you.”

“Uh…” I stumbled. Damn it, Stevie… find your words . “I didn’t know you felt that way. You just always seemed so—” A look of subdued disappointment appeared on his face. He thought I wasn’t interested. Shit. I immediately changed course. “Sure. Yeah. I’d like that.”

“Great.” He beamed, planting another soft kiss on my lips. “Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.” I felt like such an idiot. I didn’t know what to say. But I wanted him. I wanted Enzo. I wanted to be in his presence. In his space. I just couldn’t figure out how to say it. “Sure.”

No. That wouldn’t do. It wasn’t good enough. I needed to let him know that I was excited and that I wanted him to take me out on a date. Try again, Stevie! “I mean… that sounds nice. I’d love to.”

“Great! I look forward to it.”

We grinned at each other nervously, and a sweet innocence rested between us. It’s funny how that can happen when two people who like each other have just had sex unexpectedly.

“And don’t worry,” he mentioned, sailing a devious smile my way. “Your secret’s safe with me.”