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eased in and out of him.
    “Is it okay if I use another finger?”
    “Yeah, I want more. God, Kevin, you’re killing me.”
    One finger became two, and slowly he relaxed into my thrusting fingers. I could hear his ragged breath, and I watched him push back against my hand.
    “Fuck me, Kevin. I want you inside me.”
     Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out of his ass and took my hand from his cock to grab the condom, tearing it with my teeth. He looked at me over his shoulder, watching me slide the latex over my hard cock. His lips curled into a smile before I leaned over to kiss him deeply.
    I moaned into his mouth as he opened up to me, just the tip of my dick filling his ass. I stopped, his mouth releasing mine just in time to let a cry of pleasure come out. I pushed a little deeper, easing gently forward as Gary moaned my name this time. I gasped when the pressure gave way, and I slid all the way inside him. I couldn’t move. I just stayed still, enjoying the feeling of him wrapped around my cock.
    “Gary, oh God, Gary. You feel so damn good.”
    “So do you, Kevin.”
    In those few moments before I started moving again, I felt myself grow inside Gary. Not wanting to wait another second, he eased away from me, my cock sliding easily inside him. I fucked him slow and hard, my hand stroking him in time to my thrusts. The feeling was so intense—nothing else could get through. My body pressed full against his back as I spooned behind him.
    As I felt every inch of Gary’s body riding against me, I lost all control as my body start to tumble over the edge. I fucked him faster, and I felt his come shoot into my waiting hand, the hot sticky liquid filling my fist.
    With a fierce series of thrusts, I came too, my cock squirming inside him as I bit into his neck.
    Pulling away, I rolled onto my back, not sure of what to do next. Sex had never been so amazing. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to hold off the emotions that were bubbling to the surface. But I couldn’t. I turned to Gary, not knowing what to say. There didn’t seem to be any right words, anything profound enough to sum up what I was feeling. All I could do was kiss him. I could feel his heart pounding just like mine was. Gary broke the silence, killing the last bit of tension that lay between us.
    “So, you missed a spot in the master bedroom. I think you should come up and fix it. It’s toward the floor, so you might have to get on your knees.”
    “If you insist. After all, the customer is always right.”
    “Merry Christmas, Kevin.”
    “You too, Gary.”
     
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    Tim pretended to be angry, but I knew he wasn’t. I knew he was lying when he said he was thrilled to be rid of me. He pretended to be miffed when I gave him my two weeks’ notice. But I had no choice—my school schedule left me no time. It turned out Gary was right; I was smarter than I thought. With a partial scholarship and a loan from Tim, I was able to start classes in the fall. I still painted occasionally. Gary liked to change things a lot. I’d painted our bathroom at least five times since I moved in. But wouldn’t you know it? Every time I did, I seemed to miss a spot. How careless of me!

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    Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking, and rebellious, she started to create dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Having tried her hand at a million terrible jobs, she bought herself a laptop and finally started typing up those handwritten tales. After much deliberation, she started to let other people read her work. The rest, as they say, is history.
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