By 
lisacali
Request 1: Toby Beecher/Chris Keller
Keyword/Phrase: Toby and Chris meet at a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting.
Canon/AU/Either: Either (Oz could have had SAA meetings!)
Special Requests: Sex! Sex, sex, sex. Up against the wall, bent over the desk, storage
closet sex, backstage boinking, in the car, on the porch, it's all good. No angst, no regrets,
no deep conversation, just steamy hot lovin'. (No death or mpreg either, please.)
Story/Art/Either: Story. With sex.
Notes: I hope there isn’t too much story here for the wisher – and enough sexin’.
I’m kind of surprised at myself for picking this story – writing sex is hard! (heh, I
said “hard”) but I’ve had some rather juicy inspiration over the last year, provided bytrillingstar and I thank her for that. I’ll hazzard a guess she knows what I’m talking
about. sorry, that was bad, but I couldn’t resist!
Thanks to Pat for her input, but she didn’t see the final cut, so all mistakes are mine and
mine alone.
And as always to the most awesome rustler who puts on this show every
year...thank you!!
I really hope this fills the wish.
Road to Shambala
The room has cleared out, only Keller and Toby are left. Toby knows he should go,
go home to Genevieve, but there’s Keller leaning back in one of the folding chairs and
he’s unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and he’s stroking it with one hand and
crooking his finger at Toby with the other.
And then Toby is naked and he’s straddling Keller and Keller is naked and so Toby
knows this is a dream and he can only pray - as he lowers himself and feels Keller’s cock
stretch him and fill him until he loses his breath – that he doesn’t wake up.
Please God, don’t let me wake up.
Toby had first seen Chris Keller only two weeks ago; it was Keller’s first time at the Sex
Addicts Anonymous
Toby had first seen Chris Keller only two weeks ago; it was Keller’s first time at the Sex
Addicts Anonymous meeting, Toby’s fifth...and Toby hasn’t been able to get the dark-
haired, chiseled-bodied man out of his thoughts. Christ, he was hot, with a piercing gaze
that he had thrown Toby’s way several times in the two meetings they’d attended – and
when he coupled it with his twisted, predatory grin, the man practically screamed sex.
Not to mention his glorious rounded ass, let’s not forget that.
Two weeks earlier….
“Well, we have two new participants, so I think we should take some time and go around
and briefly explain why we’re all here.”
Toby sighs and makes an effort not to roll his eyes. This is his fifth meeting and the third
time he’ll tell his story. He had envisioned coming to these things and sitting quietly in
the back of the room and playing Angry Birds on his phone or something while everyone
else talked.
But this isn’t the like the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings you saw on TV where that
was possible. This is a much smaller group of people than any Tobias had ever seen
depicted and they all sat in a circle, where everyone could see everyone. Perfect for a
circle jerk, Toby thought every time he sat down.
One of the new people is sitting across from him - another sad, over-made-upped, under-
dressed young woman, just like Jilly, who is sitting to Toby’s left. Jilly, who is here
because she was looking for an older man to take the place of her father, who had stopped
his Tuesday night visits to her bedroom six years ago, when she had turned eighteen.
Of the other new member, Toby had noticed him briefly from behind when he came
hurrying in late. Now all he can see is his jean-covered legs, stretched out in front of him,
short, black boots on his feet. His body is hidden from view by Jilly, who Toby notices
has scooted her chair closer to his.
Toby volunteers to go first, eager to get it over with so he can lean back and watch the
minute hand on his watch inch around the dial.
“I’m Tobias Beecher, and I’m here because my wife told me I had to or she would
divorce me and take everything.”
He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest, hoping he can get away with that since
there are so many people to get through this evening. He’s wrong.
“Come on, now, Tobias, there’s more to it than that.”
Toby purses his lips and mock glares at Miss Remondo, the counselor. He felt a bit self-
conscious at first, discussing his sex life in front of this very nice looking older woman,
but he got over it soon enough; she’s a firecracker, and nothing seems to faze her.
“Okay. At first, when she found out I’d been cheating, she thought maybe she was
doing something wrong and we went to a marriage counselor. When she found out I was
cheating on her with men, she said it was all my fault, something was obviously wrong
with me, and if I didn’t get help she would divorce me and take everything.”
“Okay. That’s a very shortened version, of course, but it’s enough for this evening. Jilly,
how about you go next and we’ll just go around the circle like that.”
Jilly stands up to talk, as she always does, and Toby gets his first good look at the new
guy. He’s not looking at Jilly, but straight at Toby, behind Jilly’s back and Toby almost
looks away...but doesn’t. He’s captivated by the man’s eyes, staring unabashedly into
Toby’s, his lips twisted in a leering grin. He runs his hand down his thigh then crosses
his arms across his chest and turns his attention to Jilly, who will talk the whole hour if
allowed.
When it’s his turn to speak, he’s relaxed and easy-going, nothing like Toby’s nervous
first time. Toby’s shifts his chair forward, enough to be able to see the man’s face across
Jilly.
“My name’s Chris Keller. The reason I’m here is because I was on parole, got caught a
few times across the state line at a sex club in Jersey. So, instead of sending me back to
prison, someone decided I should try this instead.”
He shrugs and leans back, smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“Why did you have to leave the state to go to a sex club?” This is from Jasper, a fifty-
year-old man who has lost everything because of an addiction to prostitutes. “This is New
York City, man. You can find anything you want here.”
Keller shrugs. “I like the way they do things in Jersey.”
“So, Chris,” Miss Reimondo says, “do you think you have a problem with sex?”
Keller tilts his head back and barks a laugh. “Who has a problem with sex? I like sex, I
go where I can find it. I don’t find that a problem at all.”
“You were on parole for...what?”
Keller shrugs and looks away. “Possession of drugs.”
“Do you use drugs when you have sex?”
“Sometimes.”
“Okay, let’s move on.”
As the other members talk, Jilly leans forward in her seat, hanging on every word. This
affords Toby a view of Keller, one he takes advantage of several times...as does Keller.
Their eyes meet more than once, and when Jasper tells the story of how a prostitute once
stole his wallet and even his clothes, Keller leans over and mouths the word “Shmuck”
giving Toby a reason to smile for the first time since being here.
After the meeting, Toby is standing at the obligatory coffee and cookies table when an
arm slides between him and Jasper, reaching for an Oreo. “Excuse me, couldn’t wait for
the crowd to thin.”
The voice is a hot breath on the side of his face, and Keller’s body is pressed firm and
unyielding against him, his other hand resting on Toby’s shoulder. “They ever have
cake?”
Keller doesn’t wait for an answer, just takes his Oreo and moves away. Toby turns to
watch him go, and swallows hard at the way the man’s worn jeans hug the amazing
curves of his ass.
That night, when Genevieve approaches him, sliding her hand down his pajama pants he
closes his eyes and watches Keller walk away from him again and again.
Toby tries to be good. He doesn’t go to the clubs anymore, though he still drives past
them occasionally, kind of like someone who’s quitting smoking holding an unlit
cigarette between his teeth, he imagines. Genevieve was having him followed – that’s
how she found out about everything. He’s pretty sure she’s stopped – at least she says she
has – but he doesn’t want to provide any more fuel for her fire.
He’s stopped hooking up, but he can’t stop thinking about it. Now, though, instead of
fantasizing about strangers in dark, back rooms, he’s thinking of one particular man –
dark and sculpted, wearing an air of self-confidence like he wears those damn tight jeans.
A week after Keller’s first meeting, Toby is sitting at the diner across the street from
the church where the SAA meetings are held in the basement, having a piece of cake,
wondering how many of these things Genevieve is going to make him go to until she
thinks he’s “cured.” And trying, rather unsuccessfully to convince himself he hasn’t spent
the last week looking forward to seeing Keller again.
“So, how’s the cake?”
Toby looks up and there’s Keller, smiling down at him.
“Better than Oreos,” Toby says.
“You mind?” Keller nods toward the empty seat next to Toby, who shrugs and turns
back to his cake. Keller brushes past as he takes the chair, making more contact than
necessary, Toby notes…as does his cock.
“So, the meetings help?”
Toby thinks a moment before answering. “No.”
Keller chuckles and orders coffee from the waitress. “I understand we’re not supposed to
fraternize with each other outside of group.”
Toby shrugs. “Two sex addicts together – I guess they can only assume what will
happen.”
“I think they’re right.”
Toby looks at Keller, who’s looking at him like he’s naked, like he’s ready to take a bite,
and Toby’s fork clatters against the plate as he drops it. He’s got to behave, at least until
he’s done with these meetings. He can’t risk losing everything. “I gotta hit the john, guess
I’ll see you over there.”
Toby throws a five on the counter and leaves without another look at Keller, though he’s
sure Keller is watching him.
Even though he only has to piss, he uses the toilet in the lone stall, instead of a urinal.
And when he’s done he gives his dick a squeeze, thinking of the way Keller was looking
at him, and wondering for the hundredth time what that ass would look like out of those
tight jeans. He begins stroking his cock, slow and languid at first, quickening his strokes
as he remembers where he is, realizing anyone could come in at any minute.
He leans against the cold wall, but all he can feel is the heat and friction he felt when
Keller brushed up against him – just moments ago in the diner, and last week at the
meeting. He’s getting close; he bites his lip.
He hears a noise and his eyes fly open, his hand freezing on his dick. He listens, but hears
no other sounds – no running water in the sink, no splash of piss in the urinal. He should
just go, but instead he pulls toilet paper from the roll and wads it up in his left hand,
going back to work with his right.
It doesn’t take long, and Keller’s penetrating gaze and chiseled body is what he sees
when he comes, biting into his bottom lip.
When he leaves the bathroom, Keller is just outside, leaning against the wall. Toby stops
and resists the urge to look and make sure his pants are zipped.
“You okay?”
“What do you mean?” He thinks of the noise he heard and feels himself flush. The
thought that Keller was in there, listening to him, maybe even watching through the crack
in the stall door mortifies him. And excites him.
Keller shrugs. “You were in there a while.” He smirks and looks Toby over from head to
foot. “Thought maybe you needed a hand.”
“I’ve been going to the can for a few years on my own, thanks,” Toby snaps, purposely
being obtuse, then hurries from the diner.
“But it’s more fun with two,” Keller calls after him.
At the meeting, Keller takes a seat next to Toby, to his dismay. The more he tries to
ignore the man, the more he’s aware of his every move – every stretch of his legs, every
shift in his seat, and every time Toby looks over, Keller is looking at him, smiling.
After the meeting, Keller leaves right away, talking to the new woman – Toby forgets
her name. He waits a few minutes, giving them time to move on, before he leaves the
building.
He’s halfway to the garage where he’s parked when he hears footsteps coming up behind.
He moves to the side to let the person pass. But the footsteps slow until they’re matching
Toby’s own.
“I hear there’s a heat wave coming.”
Toby nods but doesn’t look over. If he can just make it to his car...
“Pretty hot tonight.”
One more block...
“Hey, you alright?”
“Sure.”
“Yeah? Seems like you’re ignoring me.”
Toby stops and turns and instantly wishes he hadn’t. The sun has just set but he can still
see Keller clearly in the fading light, his t-shirt stretched to its limits over the sculpted
chest and arms, the cocky smile, the tight blue jeans worn to a white patch of almost
nothing over the crotch.
“The rules, remember?” Toby starts walking again, quickening his pace.
“Oh, right, no fraternizing. Because fraternization might lead to bad behavior, and you
said at the meeting tonight you’re trying to be good.”
Thank God they had reached the garage; Toby turned to Chris. “That’s right, I am.”
Keller looks genuinely curious. “Why? Why not leave her and live the way you
obviously want to?”
“It’s not that easy, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You’ll have to talk about it sometime in group.”
Toby sniffs. “You’ll hear about it then, I guess.”
He turns to go, but Keller is suddenly in his face, his arm braced on the wall behind
Toby, blocking his way. He turns, and Keller’s other arm is there. Toby is furious, but the
closeness of the man leaves him mute, just trying to breathe. Fuck, it’s been a long time.
Keller’s face is right there, in his own, and when he licks his lips, Toby can’t take his
eyes away. But when the man leans in, when his mouth brushes Toby’s, Toby finds his
voice. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He knocks one of the restraining arms
away and turns to enter the garage.
“Why can’t you just let yourself go?” Chris calls.
“I’m married, dammit!” Toby comes back, and he’s in Keller’s face this time. “I’m trying
to save my marriage!”
Keller’s grins and Toby wants to punch him...then throw him down and fuck him.
“Were you thinking about your marriage during your visits to gay bars and street
corners?”
“Leave me alone.”
“You don’t really want me to, do you?”
Before Toby can answer that truthfully, he turns and disappears into the gloom of the
garage.
*******
The next week Keller isn’t at the meeting, but when Toby retrieves his car from the
garage, there’s a matchbook stuck under the windshield. It’s from a bar, the address
printed on the back showing it’s not far from there. All the matches are ripped out, and
written on the white inside of the book it says – “Across the street, Pontiac Apartments –
3B.”
Toby shoves it into his pocket and pulls to the garage exit. To the right – Pontiac
apartments; to the right – home. He clenches the steering wheel for several moments,
then turns to the left.
The next day, Genevieve leaves for a week in the Hamptons with Toby’s parents and her
own. It’s Fashion Week or Charity Week or Save The Moles Week or some such bullshit
that requires both sets of parents to have many parties and luncheons and of course
Genevieve has to be there.
That morning she asked him about the dream he had the night before.
“Dream?” he asks, and flashes of himself riding Keller’s cock blind him for a moment.
“You were moaning and groaning.”
“Really? Guess I did have a weird dream, but I don’t remember it.”
He knows she was reluctant to leave him, but he had made love to her so attentively the
night before that this morning she had seemed much better with the idea of him being
on his own for three days. He’s to join her Friday evening after work, a thought that
depresses him so badly he calls in sick to work and starts drinking at noon, right after
Genevieve leaves.
The next day he calls in again. The heat wave had hit with a fury, and the thought of
putting on a suit and driving 45 minutes to sit in an office and simply interacting with
others is too much for him.
Toby wanders his house, looking over the books in his library, even though he’s in no
mood to read. He looks through the cupboards in the kitchen, though he’s not hungry. He
goes to his room, thinking to nap. On his dresser sits the matchbook, left there when he
had cleaned out the pocket of his jeans the night before; he picks it up, puts it down, picks
it up again, then throws it in frustration. He strips his clothes off and takes a cold shower;
when he’s done he dresses quickly in jeans, a t-shirt and sandals. Finding the matchbook
on the floor he shoves it back into his pocket.
It feels like he’s stepping into a furnace when he leaves the air-conditioned house, and
he briefly thinks of the men who used to have to shovel coal on trains and big ships. He
embraces the heat, perhaps as punishment for where he’s headed, he doesn’t know, but he
turns off the air in his refurbished Cougar and rolls down the windows, letting the heated,
gusting wind blast over him as he drives.
He finds the address with little difficulty, and when he pulls up in front of the neat
looking brownstone he feels fevered, both inside and out.
By the time Toby climbs three flights of stairs he’s dripping with sweat. It’s gathered on
his eyelashes and the hair around his face and neck is damp and curled. His green t-shirt
has dark stains under the arms and on his chest. His jeans feel like they weigh twice as
much as when he put them on and his cock is sliding roughly against his zipper – he’s not
wearing any underwear.
When Chris answers the door he doesn’t seem suprised. He opens the door wide, leaning
against the frame on one arm. He’s wearing a cocky grin and not much else – he’s
standing there in nothing but a pair of white briefs, apparently having no compunction
about anyone walking by and seeing him almost naked.
“I should have called...” Toby says, having his first moment of doubt since picking up the
matchbook from his dresser.
“You don’t have my phone number.”
“No.”
“Want a beer?”
“Yes.”
He steps inside, just enough to close the door. It’s cooler in here, but only slightly. Toby
can hear the air conditioner in the window across the room laboring to combat the record
heat wave. The apartment is small, and a little messy, but nice, with used, comfortable
looking furniture and a couple decent prints of city scenes on the walls. Keller is already
coming back from the tiny kitchen with a can of beer in each hand.
Toby feels as though he’ll combust if doesn’t get some relief, and drinks half the beer in
one gulp; it doesn’t help.
Keller is standing right in front of Toby, watching him patiently, sipping his beer, an
amused smile ghosting his lips.
“You always go around in your underwear?”
“Nope.” Keller drains his beer. “I put them on to answer the door.” He steps closer and
reaches for Toby’s beer.
“I’m not done,” he says, but makes not move to keep him from taking it. “You weren’t at
the meeting.”
“Didn’t feel like going.”
Toby starts to ask him if he’ll be going again, but Keller is already turning back from the
coffee table where he’s set the beers and he grabs Toby’s damp t-shirt with one hand,
pushing it up to stroke his rough fingertips across Toby’s stomach. Toby’s muscles
quiver in response and he reaches out, resting his hand on Keller’s smooth, firm chest.
‘This is really happening,’ Toby thinks. For two weeks he’s thought of nothing but
being with Keller, like this, and now he is. They stay that way, eyes locked, Toby’s heart
pounding, until Chris speaks.
“Take your shirt off.” It’s an order, but one Toby is more than willing to obey. As he
pulls his shirt up, Keller leans into him, pushing his hands, trapped in the shirt, up over
his head. He presses his mouth against Toby’s, licking hungrily at his lips before pressing
his tongue between them. Toby jerks his hands free and throws his shirt to the floor.
Their arms go around each other and they’re grabbing and rubbing and stroking and
pulling, their mouths moving together in a frantic, breathless kiss.
Toby presses his palm against the front of Keller’s briefs, the man’s cock filling his hand
and he wraps his fingers around it, wishing for the fabric barrier to disappear.
Keller pulls away from Toby and the two gasp for air. Toby starts to speak, to tell Keller
they should be naked, but he loses his voice in a moan when Keller tilts his head and
sucks sharply on Toby’s collar bone before moving down to suck a pointed nipple. As
he does he unzips Toby’s jeans, a sound of pleasure vibrating against Toby’s chest when
Keller realizes he’s not wearing anything beneath.
Toby groans at the sensation as Keller licks and sucks at each nipple by turn, his tongue
flat and broad before lancing each nub with a spike of pain as he sucks it between
his teeth. At the same time, his fingers run over Toby’s cock and balls, stroking and
squeezing. Toby is swearing beneath his breath, running his hands over Keller’s head
and arms…Christ, it’s so good. He hardens even more when he thinks of Keller’s tongue
doing those same things to his cock. “Oh, god, suck me.” He pushes down on Keller’s
shoulders and the man drops willingly to his knees.
Keller licks the tip of his cock and Toby shudders. Keller looks up at him and opens
his mouth. Toby braces his hands on Keller’s head and slides his dick between freshly
licked lips. He stops halfway, about to pull back when Keller grabs his ass and pulls him
forward, taking Toby’s cock all the way.
“Fuck, Keller, Christ.”
Keller pulls free for a moment, laughing up at Toby. “You’ve got your dick buried in my
throat – think you can call me Chris?”
Toby laughs in return and rubs his hands over Chris’ head. “Yes. Now, Chris, suck my
cock.”
And Chris does, sucking and licking, fast and intense, pulling hard until the pleasure
verges on pain, and then slow and deliberate, easing Toby back. Toby begins to tremble
and his legs shake and he can feel his balls tightening, pulling up and then Chris pauses
just long enough to say, in a low, throaty rasp – “Go ahead, Toby, fuck my face.”
Oh, god, that almost does it. Toby freezes for a moment, not wanting this to end, but he
can’t hold back and he grabs Chris’ head, holding him steady and then pushes his cock
between Chris’ lips, slow at first, all the way in and back out, but he can’t take that pace
much longer and speeds up, grunting each time his dick hits the back of Chris’ throat.
Soon he’s ready to come, and even though he’s only been here a few minutes it feels like
he’s been waiting forever for this. He clenches his teeth and comes, wave after wave...he
doesn’t think he’ll ever stop. Chris holds him tight, swallowing him down. Toby pulls out
for the last couple spurts, rubbing the tip of his cock over Chris’ lips.
When he’s done, he slumps against the wall, his body covered in sweat and Chris is
holding him, kissing him and Toby is tasting his own cum on Chris’ tongue.
“Good, huh?” Chris asks against his cheek and Toby has to laugh.
“Has anyone ever told you otherwise?”
“Nope.”
Toby slips his hand beneath the waistband of Chris’ underwear. “Your turn.”
Chris’ moves against Toby’s hand. “How about I get you going again and then fuck your
ass?”
Toby can’t believe it when his body responds; his spent cock hangs, softening, but his ass
clenches. His dream comes back to him, along with another vision of Chris leaning over
him, sliding his cock between Toby’s spread legs.
“Might take me a while to ‘get going’ again. That was pretty intense.” Toby hooks his
thumbs in the band of Keller’s briefs and pulls them down. Keller’s cock springs out and
Toby grabs hold. “You sure you don’t want me to return the favor right now?” He licks
his lips and raises his brows questioningly.
He feels Keller’s cock pulse in his hand, but the man shakes his head. “I’ve been thinking
about fucking you ever since I pressed up against you that first meeting. And I want you
ready and begging for it.”
They move to the couch, which has obviously been turned from the television to face the
thumping air conditioner. Chris gets a pair of shorts for Toby and two more beers. They
spread out to catch as much of the slow-moving air as possible.
“Playing hookey?” Chris asks.
“Sort of. I called in sick yesterday and today.” Toby explains about Genevieves’s absence
and his restlessness in his empty house.
“Why not hit a club or two?”
Toby takes a large swallow of his beer and turns to look Chris in the eye. “Because I
haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first time I saw you.”
Chris grins, but it fades to an expression of serious intent and he leans forward, catching
Toby’s lips in a soft, slow kiss. The kiss goes on, and on, and on, and Toby can’t believe
it when he feels himself getting hard again.
Chris pushes him back on the couch and climbs on top of him. Toby is having trouble
breathing, but all he wants is Chris’ mouth on his. He pulls the dark head down, sucking
his tongue hard into his mouth, spreading his legs so Chris can fit between them.
Chris grabs Toby’s hands, pinning them next to his head and turns his attention further
down, to Toby’s nipples. “You like this don’t you? I could tell, the way you were acting
earlier.” He pulls a hard nipple into his mouth, gently, between his teeth, and moves
his tongue back and forth across the top of the tender flesh. This goes on until Toby
is squirming, and he tries to turn his body, to get Chris to give the other side the same
treatment. Chris ignores him, deliberately, Toby is sure. He’s panting now, and groaning
under the assault – it’s too much, he can’t bear any more – it feels like every nerve in his
body is connected to that nub of flesh. But he doesn’t say anything, just let’s himself see
how far he can ride it, see how hard his dick can get from it, until Chris shows mercy and
lets him go, soothing the throbbing skin with several long, gentle swipes of his tongue.
Chris lets Toby’s hands go free and looks up at him, his lips red and wet. “That was
fucking hot, baby.”
Toby runs his hands down Chris’ back, under the band of his boxers and cups his ass,
squeezing tightly.
“Fuck me.”
Chris’ eyes go dark and he quickly stands, pulling Toby up into his arms.
The room is stifling, and the air Toby sucks into his lungs is warm and heavy. He doesn’t
notice, doesn’t care as Chris walks him backward into the bedroom, pushes him on the
bed and climbs on top of him.
They kiss hard and deep, taking turns to fuck each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Their bodies slide together, hot and slick with sweat, their hands everywhere as they
hump against each other’s hips and bellies.
Chris pulls away, laughing at the distress on Toby’s face. “Slide down here.”
Chris kneels on the floor at the end of the bed, pulling Toby down to the edge, pushing
his legs back and apart. “Hold these.”
Toby hooks his hands beneath his knees, holding himself open for Chris, his body
trembling as he waits.
Chris rubs his hands softly over Toby’s thighs, and he kisses each one. “You’re fucking
gorgeous like this.”
Toby feels himself flush even more than from the heat. He should be embarrassed, he
thinks, spread out like this, completely open and vulnerable, but he’s not. He feels sexy
and alive and unbearably horny.
Toby throws back his head and moans when Chris’ tongue finally flicks against his hole.
He does this over and over until Toby is squirming for more. “Chris’, fuck, fuck that
feels so good.” Chris’ reply is to flatten his tongue and lick a swath between Toby’s legs.
He’s licking and sucking, and he slides his hands down, his thumbs rubbing at the edges
of the over-sensitized hole, holding him wide while his tongue stabs at him. Toby is
going crazy, his cock is jerking and leaking on his belly and he wants to stroke it but he’s
scared to move, scared to disrupt what’s going on in anyway.
“Fuck yeah, oh god, feels so good, Chris.”
Chris spits and slides a wet finger inside Toby, fucking him as he moves up to lick his
balls. Toby starts moving, taking Chris’ finger deeper, wiggling his ass in need. Chris
adds another finger and moves to suck Toby’s cock.
Toby is panting and moaning; he lets go of his legs to stroke Chris’ cheek and rub his
head. Chris lets Toby’s cock fall from his mouth and he rubs his cheek against his smooth
thigh. “God, Toby, you’re so fucking hot.”
Toby moans, arching his back, pushing down, taking Chris’ fingers deeper.
Chris moves his fingers, twists them deep inside and finds the spot that has Toby keening
in his desire.
“I want to fuck you so bad, baby, I want my cock buried so deep inside you.”
“Fuck, yes.”
“You have me so fucking hard, Toby.”
Chris takes something off the dresser behind him – two small packets. Opening one, he
quickly rolls a condom on; the other he squeezes onto his dick and then rubs his slicked
fingers over Toby. He kisses Toby quickly, then guides his cock home. He pushes in,
stopping when Toby gasps as he’s stretched open. “You okay?” Chris asks, stroking
Toby’s cock.
Toby nods, not sure if he has enough breath to speak, and pushes forward. Chris keeps
going, slowly but not stopping until he’s buried completely. Toby squeezes his ass
around the cock filling him up and the spike of pain and pleasure is immense. Chris starts
moving, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in.
The drag of the large cock across Toby’s prostate, and the alternating feelings of
emptiness and fullness have him clenching the blanket beneath him, hanging on as he
rides the waves of sensation.
He lets go when Chris leans forward and kisses him – wrapping his arms and legs around
hard, straining, body and pulling him even closer, humping up onto Chris, fucking
himself on the cock impaling him.
Chris moans against Toby’s mouth. “Yeah, fuck yeah, that feels so good. You’re so good,
baby, so tight…fucking tight ass is gonna kill me.”
Chris stands back up, gripping Toby’s legs and quickening his pace to quick, shallow
thrusts. Toby is getting close, the tip of Chris’ cock bumping his prostate and his balls
slamming against Toby with each stroke.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Chris, I’m fucking coming.” Toby is working his cock, pre-cum
already flowing, slicking his skin.
“Come on, do it, Toby, come on, let me see it. Shoot it, baby, shoot!”
The orgasm slams into him, even more intense and earth-shattering as the one earlier.
Chris is still fucking him, and even after he’s stopped shooting, his body continues to
shake and tremble and suddenly Chris is moving even faster, shouting Toby’s name as
his own orgasm rips through him.
Chris gets rid of the condom and collapses on Toby, and they embrace in a passionate
kiss, the sweat and cum heavy and slick between them. Chris rolls off and the two lay
panting and sweating beside each other, until Chris jumps up and grabs Toby by the
hand.
“Let’s hit the shower.”
The two squeeze into the tiny shower in the tiny bathroom. Toby can practically hear the
hiss as the cool water hits his heated skin. “God, that feels good.”
They kiss and touch as they clean up, but they take their time with it, soft kisses and light
touches until they’ve cooled off enough to think about leaving the water.
Chris grabs two pair of boxers, tossing one to Toby. They resume their earlier positions
on the couch, spread out wide in front of the air, beer in hand.
After several minutes and two beers each, Chris shifts toward Toby and kisses him firmly
on the mouth. “Sorry it’s so fucking hot in here. I’ve got to wait for payday to get a new
one.”
Toby can’t believe what he says next, but he can’t believe much of his life lately. “Let’s
go to my place.”
They dress quickly.
This time, Toby has the air conditioner turned on high. Chris is loving the ride, scanning
through Toby’s ipod until he finds what he wants. He turns up the volume on the stereo
and the soundtrack for the trip is the thumping of AC/DC.
Toby decides to take a long way home. It’s a week day and getting late and there’s not
much traffic, and he’s enjoying himself like he hasn’t for a very long time.
“How much longer?” Chris asks.
“About ten minutes.”
“Plenty of time.”
Toby starts to ask for what, but gets his answer when Chris slides closer and sticks his
tongue in Toby’s ear and his hand in Toby’s crotch.
He quickly gets Toby’s pants undone and asks, “Can this seat go back anymore?”
“No, it’s all the way, but what...you can’t...”
“Guess we’ll have to make it work.”
Chris pulls Toby’s t-shirt up and sucks briefly on a nipple before licking a stripe down his
stomach to his cock, working himself between Toby and the steering, wasting no time in
swallowing Toby down.
“Fuck!” Toby grips the steering wheel tights and is grateful for the empty roads. But
Chris is taking his time, licking and sucking gently, nipping at the skin of his belly and
softly rolling his balls. After the intensity of what went on in the apartment, and the need
to concentrate on the road, Toby is grateful for the slower pace. He strokes the back of
Chris’ head and whispers words of appreciation.
When he reaches his neighborhood, he tugs on the collar of Chris’ t-shirt. “We’re almost
there, you better sit up.”
Chris does and kisses Toby’s cheek. “Sure you don’t want to make a few laps around the
block while we finish?”
“Might be more than a few laps before I’m able to finish anything.”
Chris whistles his appreciation as they pull into the driveway and is even more impressed
when they enter the townhouse. “Nice digs, man.”
Toby’s stomach growls, and he realizes it’s been hours since he’s had anything other than
beer in it. “You hungry?”
In the kitchen, Chris digs through the cupboards and refrigerator while Toby mixes a
pitcher of martinis.
They sit at the counter, eating crackers and cheese and salami and olives, drinking
martinis and talking about any random thing that pops into their heads, anything other
than the circumstances that brought them together.
When the pitcher is gone and Toby’s head is buzzing nicely, he gets up and leans against
Chris, who wraps his arms around him. They kiss, wet and sloppy for a long time, until
Chris drags his mouth across Toby’s cheek and whispers in his ear – “I want you to bend
me over that table and fuck me. Now. And hard.”
Toby slides his hands down Chris’ chest and belly, stopping between his spread legs,
pushing against his jeans. He steps back and takes hold of Chris’ shirt, pulling it over his
head, before doing the same with his own. Chris starts to stand, but Toby holds him in
place, kissing and biting lightly at his chest, his nipples and stomach. Chris rubs his hands
over Toby’s back and kisses his neck, until Chris loses patience and stands up, toes off
the loafers he’s wearing and strips his jeans; Toby follows suit until they’re both nude.
They grab each other, kissing again, quick and rough and even painful. Toby reaches
around Chris and spreads his ass cheeks, using one finger to rub and push at Chris’ hole.
“Ah, fuck, Toby.” Chris grabs Toby’s ass, pulls him closer and they rub against each
other, their passion turning desperate.
“Fuck,” Toby gasps, “I can’t believe how fucking horny I am...again.”
“Let’s do it, baby, fuck me.”
Chris grabs his jeans and fishes a condom and pack of lube from the pocket, handing
them to Toby and then leaning over the table, hitching one leg up, spreading himself
further, looking over his shoulder impatiently as Toby preps himself.
“Okay, come on Toby, come on.”
Toby looks at Chris, that magnificent body spread open for him, that glorious ass waiting
for him to fuck. But first…
He spreads Chris’ cheeks even wider and licks him from his balls to the small of his back.
Chris moans his pleasure and Toby repeats the move, over and over until Chris is moving
and gasping under his touch.
“Oh, fuck yeah, that feels amazing, Toby, oh fuck, eat my ass, baby, suck it, yeah.”
Chris’ words make Toby’s cock twitch and he reaches to stroke it while he buries his face
between Chris’s cheeks and scrapes his teeth on the sensitive skin. Chris’ body jerks at
this and Toby does it again. He then spit and pushes his wet tongue as deep as he can into
Chris’ body.
Chris is making noises, noises that make Toby’s belly flip. When Chris reaches back to
hold himself open, Toby presses his mouth against him and sucks; Chris nearly sobs.
“Christ, Toby, oh god, that feels so good, you feel so good.”
Seeing the way he has Chris crying and writhing pushes Toby to the edge. He squeezes
the last of the lube onto his fingers and slides one, then two, into Chris’ wet, hot hole.
He reaches beneath the table and takes Chris’ cock in hand, jerking him in time while he
finger-fucks him.
Chris is moaning through it all, and then he turns and looks over his shoulder. “Toby,
Toby, you better fuck me, I’m getting close. God, you make me so hot.”
Toby leans over Chris’ back and kisses him, hard and fast and then finally grabs his
dick and presses against Chris’ hole. It takes a moment for him to get inside, and Chris
wiggles his ass to help.
“Shit, you’re fucking tight.”
Chris is taking deep breaths. “And you’re fucking big.” He pushes back and Toby leans
forward and he’s in, balls deep.
“Oh, man,” he whispers, and pulls back out. He slides back in, quick, and Chris
groans. “You okay?” Toby asks, rubbing the muscled back in front of him.
“Fuck yeah.”
Toby repeats the motion, and then speeds up until he’s slamming in and out, and it’s so
hot and so tight and Keller is taking it so eagerly, pushing back and making the most
amazing noises.
“Goddamn, Chris, I’m not going to last long.”
“Stop, Toby.”
“What?” But he stops and pulls out carefully.
Keller turns and lays back on the table, spreading his legs wide. “I wanna watch you fuck
me. I wanna see your face when you come.”
“Yes,” Toby whispers, running his hands over Chris’ legs and rolling his balls before
pushing back in.
He can tell it’s better this way for Chris, who stroking himself fast and hard. “God, Toby,
yeah, feels so good, fuck, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
Toby shakes his head, hoping he can hold on long enough to get Chris off. He’s so
fucking hot, spread open like this, taking Toby’s cock like he is.
“You feel so good, Chris,” he gasps, “you’re so hot and tight.”
“I’m close Toby, fuck, I’m close.” Chris’ hand on his cock speeds up even more and soon
he’s shouting and his cum is shooting up over his chest and belly and covering his hand.
The sight, and the feel of Chris’ orgasm squeezing his cock sets off his own. He pulls out,
slips the condom off and jerks his cock until he comes, adding his jizz to Chris’.
Chris lifts his cum covered hand to his mouth and pushes one finger between his lips,
sucking it clean.
Toby watches him, mesmerized, and takes the hand in his, cleaning off another finger in
the same fashion.
“Fuck,” Chris whispers, his eyes glued to Toby’s mouth.
After they’ve cleaned up – with Toby making a note to throw away the dish towel they
use – they grab their clothes and go up to the master bedroom.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Chris flops back on the bed, stretching his arms and legs
as wide as they’ll go. “What the hell were we doing on my shitty little bed?”
Toby leans against the wall, smiling – God, he’s a sight, spread out, naked, on his bed
like that. “I like slumming?”
“Fuck you.”
“Give me a minute.”
Chris bounces up from the bed and crowds against Toby. “I’ll try,” he says, rubbing his
hand down Toby’s arm.
“Hey, since the air conditioning has got the house so cold, how about a hot bath?”
“A bath?” Chris’ eyes light up. “I can’t remember the last time I had a real bath.”
Toby takes Chris by the hand and leads him through the doorway to the connected master
bath, a very large room with a sunken tub next to a garden window.
“Holy shit!” Chris whistles. “You can fit my whole apartment in here.”
“Why don’t you get the water going – I’m going to go get something.”
Toby hurries down the stairs, laughing as he hears Chris call out – “hell, yeah, jets!”
In the back pantry, Toby finds a bottle of very good champagne, pausing only a moment
to wonder what Gen will think when she finds it missing. As he collects glasses –
choosing highballs over flutes – he pauses again to wonder just what the hell it is he’s
doing.
He’s invited a stranger into his house and fucked him on his wife’s vintage 1940s kitchen
table. He’s left him alone upstairs, where for all he knows, the man could be ransacking
Gen’s jewelry box. And Toby’s pretty sure they’ll end up fucking again, more than likely
in the bed he shares with his wife.
If Genevieve is still having him followed, he’s done for – and he shoots a curious look
toward the French doors of the dining room, seeing only a reflection of his naked self,
holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
He grins at the image and runs up the stairs.
Chris is in the half-filled tub, leaning back against one of the cushioned ends, all the
water jets opened full up. He opens his eyes, rubbing his hands together when he sees the
bottle.
Toby fills their cups and climbs in. He can’t believe how good the hot water feels, after
the near heatstroke he had earlier.
Both men relax, stretched out with their legs scissored together and sip their drinks.
“So, you like fucking men, but you don’t want to leave your wife?”
This was the first they’d really talked about Toby’s marriage, and he wasn’t sure how
much he wanted to say. “I don’t know what I want, really. I love Gen, in a fashion, and
I’ve made a life with her. But I can’t ignore my feelings anymore.”
“About wanting to be with men?” Chris slides down into the water, stretching his leg
until his toes are wiggling against Toby’s soft cock.
Toby shifts with smile. “It’s not just the men, I don’t think. It’s wanting something
more, or just different, than this.” He waves his arm around, indicating the room, the
house…his life. “And going to the clubs and hooking up with strangers seemed to be
enough, until…” he falters, not sure if he wants to finish that thought. He’s having a good
time, having fun – he doesn’t want to say anything to scare Chris off.
He takes a drink and continues. “Until I met you. You’ve…I don’t know…brought
something out in me.” He chuckled, and splashes water at Chris. “I’m feeling like a teen-
ager.”
Chris splashes back. “You sure felt like a teenager when I was fucking you – shit, you’re
tight.”
“Me? I almost broke my dick off, fucking that ass of yours!”
“Would have made a great souvenir.”
“A real conversation piece on your coffee table.”
They settle into a comfortable silence, until a yawn splits Toby’s face.
“Do that again, would you, only wait just a second.” Chris stands up and carefully
straddles Toby’s legs, his dick inches from Toby’s face.
Toby makes one polite lick, before standing up himself. “I’ve got to get some sleep.”
“Okay, yeah, it’s got to be late.” The two get out of the tub and began drying off. “So,
why don’t you give me your address and I’ll call a cab.”
Toby brings the towel away from this face, looking at Chris in surprise. “You don’t have
to leave…unless you want to. I mean, it’s your call.”
Chris answers by dropping his towel and running into the bedroom and jumping onto the
bed. “You coming?” he calls.
Toby gets two robes from his closet – he and Chris put them on, arrange the many
pillows on the bed against the headboard and settle in to watch TV.
Toby sets his alarm to call his boss in the morning. He checks his messages – Gen has
called and texted several times since Toby talked to her this morning, telling her he was
home sick.
He texts her quickly, telling her he’ll call tomorrow.
“Everything okay?” Chris asks, after Toby puts the phone down.
“Fine.” He doesn’t want to think about tomorrow, when this will end. “Find something
good to watch?”
“Yep.” A commercial ends, and a voice announces, “We now return to Mega Shark
Versus Giant Octopus.”
Toby shoots blank stare before finishing his drink. “Might need another bottle for this.”
They relax next to each other, with plenty of room between them to stretch out. Twenty
minutes into the movie, Chris shifts over and opens Toby’s robe. He lays his head on
Toby’s stomach and softly strokes his cock.
“You’re not serious, are you?” But Toby is enjoying the feeling, not sexual, but
comforting and intimate.
Chris’ laugh vibrates against his stomach. “This is good enough for now – I just like
touching you.”
Toby smiles and rubs his hand over Chris’ head.
When the alarm goes off, Toby can’t believe he fell asleep. How do you fall asleep with
God’s gift to sex laying on your stomach, playing with your cock?
He also can’t believe how he wakes – on his side, with Chris curled up behind him – he
doesn’t remember that happening. He must have been completely exhausted…go figure.
He gets up quietly and takes his phone to the bathroom and calls his boss, who sounds
angry and worried in equal measures.
“You’re going to have to have a doctors note if you miss more than two days in a row,
you know – company policy.”
“Yes, I know.” Fuck, he’s forgotten that.
He hangs up and looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes are red and his hair looks like
something’s been sleeping in it. He splashes water over his face and grabs his toothbrush.
As he brushes, he sees Chris in the mirror, shuffling in naked on his way to the toilet. The
sound of Chris’ very loud and very long piss makes Toby realize his own bladder is about
to burst. He rinses his mouth and makes his way to the toilet, adding his stream to Chris’.
“You don’t have another toilet in the joint?” Chris asks.
“Not one close enough,” Toby answers, sighing in relief.
Toby tells Chris where to find a spare toothbrush, and while he uses it Toby leans on the
sink and tells him what his boss said about a doctor’s note.
“I can get you one,” Chris says around his toothbrush.”
“A doctor’s note?”
Chris nods.
“From a real doctor?”
“No.” Chris spits. “From a witch doctor. Yes, a real doctor – cost a couple hundred.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll give him a call later.”
Toby is still wearing his robe, and when Chris slides his arms around him, Toby pulls the
robe around Chris so they’re cocooned together in the soft fabric.
“Last night was fucking amazing,” Toby says against Chris’ mouth.”
“Amazing,” Chris agrees, slipping his tongue between Toby’s lips.
“Are you hungry?”
“Mmm, yeah…” Chris nips at Toby’s earlobe.
Toby shivers and tugs lightly on Chris’ cock, hanging heavy and full. “Real food first,
okay? I’m no good without my coffee.”
Toby finds some shorts for each of them, noting with great appreciation how tightly they
stretch across Chris’ ass as they move around each other in the kitchen. Chris makes eggs
while Toby takes care of coffee and toast.
Just as they finish, Toby’s phone rings; it’s Genevieve. Fuck. Toby answers, trying to
sound tired and rough without overdoing it. He listens, saying almost nothing, and hangs
up.
“Fuck.”
“What is it?”
“My wife is on her way home. She told me she’s either going to stay and take care of
me here, or take me to my parents’ house in the Hamptons and take care of me there,
between lunches and parties, of course.”
“You’re fucking whipped, my friend.”
Toby bristles. “It’s called being married, asshole.”
“Okay, okay,” Chris holds up his hands in surrender. “How much time you got?”
“I don’t know, couple hours, I guess.”
“I’ll help you clean up and then call a cab.”
“No, I can take you – I want to.”
They quickly wash the dishes they’ve used and put them away. Toby puts the liquor
bottles back in their cabinet and looks around the room.
“Looks good,” he says.
“It does,” Chris replies, rubbing up against Toby from behind, nuzzling his neck.
Toby leans his head back, finding Chris’ lips. “We never got to fuck in my bed,” he says,
after a long kiss.
“Oh, yeah, forgot to mention that, we did…I fucked you in your sleep last night.”
Toby snorts a laugh against Chris’ cheek. “Like you could ever get *that*” he turns and
grabs Chris’ dick, “past me without me knowing.” He rubs his hand firmly against Chris’
cock.
“Oh, now you started it.” They kiss again, with Chris holding Toby’s head firmly in his
hands, while Toby strokes Chris’ cock with one hand and his hip with the other.
“We got time?” Chris gasps and Toby nods, and they both run for the stairs, grabbing
at each other as they race. On the stairs, they pull each other down, climbing over each
other to get to the top. When they reach the bedroom, Chris pushes Toby to the side and
dives onto the bed, ripping his shorts off and throwing them at Toby.
“I win!”
“What do you win?” Toby asks as he kicks off his shorts and flops on the bed.
Chris pushes Toby onto his back and rolls on top of him. “Your dick in my ass.”
They have no time for foreplay. After Chris sucks Toby’s cock for a moment, quick and
hard, he gets a condom and rolls it onto Toby. He then turns on his hands and knees and
spreads his legs.
“Fuck me.”
Toby kneels behind Chris and presses in. He has to pause a moment, to get control of
himself, his dick throbbing in Chris’ scorching, tight hole.
He starts moving and his pace is brutal. It’s not just the time he thinks about, but the
knowledge that this may be his last encounter with Chris – he’ll give him a fucking
neither of them will forget.
He slams into Chris, in a fast, hard rhythm, the sound of their bodies slapping together
vibrating around them.
Toby is close, too soon, and he stops to lean over and kiss Chris’ neck. Chris turns and
reaches back to rub his hand over Toby’s thigh.
“Come on, Toby, come on, fuck me, you feel so fucking good inside me.”
Toby bites down on Chris’ shoulder and starts up again, harder, faster until he’s grunting
with every breath and Chris is moaning with every thrust.
Toby feels his orgasm building and calls out, “I’m coming, Chris, I’m coming.”
Chris jerks himself off as Toby comes, and they collapse, Toby sprawled on Chris’ back.
They lay there a minute, knowing they should be moving.
“What do you think your wife would say if she walked in right now?”
“We might find out,” Toby mumbles. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Here, let me help.” Chris shakes his hips and Toby slides from him – both men hissing
as he does.
*******
They dress, making sure everything is in order. Toby collects the glasses and near-empty
champagne bottle from the bathroom; in the kitchen, he hands the bottle to Chris telling
him to take it home and finish it. They head to the car.
Toby can’t help but notice the care Chris takes as his sits in the passenger seat, or the
sharp breath exhaled between his teeth.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah, just feeling the burn.” Chris shifts a little before continuing. “You know…a
good, hard fuck in the ass, the gift that keeps on giving.
Toby laughs, starts the car and pulls out of the driveway.
Even though it’s still early, it’s already fucking hot - Toby cranks the air to high. On the
drive, they’re quiet for a few minutes. Toby sobers, wanting to ask Chris if he’ll see him
again, if they can do *this* again, but settles with asking - “You gonna be at the next
meeting?”
Chris, who’s been looking out the window, singing along under his breath to Three Dog
Night, turns and contemplates Toby for several seconds before answering. “You want me
to?”
This takes Toby by surprise, and he pauses before answering. “It’s more interesting
when you’re there, for sure,” he says, shooting Chris a smile. “And aren’t you already in
trouble with your parole officer?”
“Yeah, I’ll think about it.” He puts his hand on Toby’s leg. “What are you going to do
about your wife?”
This was a question he had no answer for, at least not yet.
“Uh, have her killed?”
“What?” Chris laughs. “Seems a bit extreme.”
Toby chuckles, but then sighs. “I don’t know, play it by ear, I guess.”
“You obviously aren’t ready to play by her rules.” Chris slides his hand up until his
fingers are brushing over Toby’s crotch.
“No,” he said, refraining from adding, ‘not when you’re around, anyhow.’
When they pull up in front of the apartment, Chris takes Toby’s head and turns it toward
him, kissing him fiercely. Toby holds on, clutching Chris’ arms, breathing him in, feeling
the moment, locking it away with the rest of the last 18 hours.
Chris breaks away and gets out of the car, grabbing the bottle of champagne. He hurries
around the front of the car and tips the wine at Toby. “Have fun this weekend.”
Toby smiles and lifts his hand, raising his middle finger.
Chris gasps, returns the gesture and disappears into the building.
On the way home, Toby realizes he never gave Chris the money for the doctor’s note.
*******
Monday morning comes, much to Toby’s relief. He ended up having a “miraculous
recovery” and spending the weekend in the Hamptons, playing dutiful host and husband,
except for when he managed to find enough time to sneak away and get blown by one of
the waiters at a beach barbeque. He had not just fallen, but leapt headfirst off the wagon,
and he wasn’t much in the mood to climb back on.
As he unlocks his car door, he notices an envelope under the wiper blade. He opens it,
pulling out a doctor’s scrip sheet. He can barely read the writing, but he can decipher
his name and the words ‘bed rest’ and the dates of last week. There is nothing else in the
envelope, but scrawled on the back are the words - my treat.
His smile quickly turns to a frown as thinks of the wasted money he’s spent on a security
system.
*******
Chris isn’t at the next meeting; Toby isn’t too surprised, though he is disappointed that he
hadn’t shown up at the diner across the street, either – before or after the meeting.
He thinks of using the doctor’s note as an excuse to go to Chris. But Chris had said it was
his treat. Had that been a message that Toby didn’t need to contact him? Or is waiting
for him to bring the money?
Toby sighs as he walks to the garage, hoping to hear familiar footsteps running up behind
him. Chris knows where to find him if he wants his money. Perhaps this is for the best. It
was a great night, exciting and freeing, a night he’ll always remember. Yeah, maybe it’s
for the best.
But when he pulls out of the garage, he turns right instead of left and ends up in front of
Chris’ apartment. He doesn’t go up, but writes his phone number on a scrap of paper and
pushes it through a space in the mailbox marked ‘3B.’
Now it’s Chris’ move.
*******
One week later…
“What time…is it?” Toby grunts between gasps of breath. He can’t see his watch – his
arms are stretched above him, holding onto the top of the wall of the bathroom stall.
“Are you timing me? Goddamn, you feel good.”
“No, I just want to…to make sure…oh, god, unh, unh…shit…we’re not late.”
Keller stops and laughs, the vibration running through his body, through his cock and into
Toby’s ass where it’s buried.
“You’re having sex in a bathroom stall with someone you’re not married to, minutes
before your SAA meeting, and you’re worried about being late?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
Toby’s legs are hooked over Chris’ arms, and he can’t stop staring at the way the muscles
in Chris’ arms and chest and neck are bulging and straining. Chris’ face is red, and his
body is covered in a sheen of sweat, but the way he’s handling Toby feels effortless.
Chris thrusts and Toby bounces and neither can stop smiling.
An hour earlier…
Toby is in his office, getting his work put away in time to leave for his meeting, when his
phone rings. He almost doesn’t answer, there’s no name with the number, but it doesn’t
stop ringing.
“Hello?”
“It’s hotter than hell out there – you wanna give me a ride?”
Toby’s breath catches and his stomach rolls. “I’ll be there in forty minutes.”
“Can you be here sooner? We can…get cake first.”
Chris is waiting out front and Toby doesn’t think he’s seen anything sexier. As soon as
he’s in the car, the two turn, catching each other in a huge, wet kiss.
“So, what made you decide to go back to group?”
“When I really thought about it, I figured it was better than prison. No cake in prison.”
He rubs his hand over Toby’s thigh. “And there’s a few things you and