Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He wasn’t trying to be discreet as he opened the door. While the black briefs that had so beautifully hugged Leo’s package lay right in front of him on the bathroom floor, his gaze hurried to the figure behind steamed-up glass.
Water flowed down Leo’s body from the showerhead, caressing every crevice on that hot body in a way that made Zolt jealous. Leo stood with his back to Zolt and presented his ass like a pro. Lean, with dimples on the sides and a bit of roundness at the bottom, it was delicious. Zolt could just see himself pinching and squeezing the buttocks as Leo accepted his dick, experiencing a new kind of sexual pleasure.
No matter how many girlfriends or wives were in Leo’s future, he would always remember his first cock.
Maybe he’d visit sometimes, under the pretense of business, only to get drunk enough that he could tell himself alcohol pushed him into Zolt’s arms.
Zolt remained quiet until he entered the shower stall. It was the largest this tiny room could fit, large enough for two grown men who wanted to blow off steam without making a mess. The hot, vaporous air hit his face and entered his nose, intoxicating in its own right.
“How are you getting on?”
Leo flinched and turned around so abruptly he might have slipped if it wasn’t for the wall Yep. Very nice dick. Not too long, but thick even when soft.
“I— What?” Leo was far too drunk to be discreet, and instead of talking at Zolt’s face, he stared between Zolt’s legs.
It couldn’t have been the first cock he’d seen, but maybe the first Leo’d had potential access to. He could reach out. Touch it. Taste it.
Zolt’s cock was chunky but not overly large, and he liked to think it was perfect for breaking guys into the joys of dick. “I got sweaty during the fight. Might as well join you,” he said and closed the plexiglass door behind him.
“Oh,” was all Leo choked out. Whether he believed the blatant lie, or knew what was about to happen was another matter. He backed into a corner, wary despite the alcohol. This would definitely be his first rodeo.
First of many.
Zolt stretched his shoulders, taking another step closer, his gaze fixed on Leo’s thin yet warm mouth, on his flushed cheeks, on his chest pumping air so fast the dark blue eyes started to fog.
“We might help one another deal with what happened earlier,” Zolt said, and as his mind floated to a place where Leo lay stretched out in front of him, hand holding his stiff cock, he caressed that fine chest with the back of his hand.
“I—I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Leo whispered, but he had nowhere left to go. He wasn’t trapped and could leave the shower by walking past Zolt, but the truth was that he wanted to be in that corner and only needed an excuse to tell himself later that it wasn’t his fault when things got out of hand.
The ‘I don’t know’ was one of Zolt’s biggest thrills. His dick was stiffening from hearing it on Leo’s lips already. ‘I don’t know’ meant hesitation. It was an opening, not a rejection. If Leo didn’t know, Zolt sure as hell did.
“I’m sure you want to blow off some steam, and I have no gag reflex,” Zolt offered and took another step closer, cornering Leo under the warm rain from the showerhead. The droplets of water ran down his back, his chest, his cock, caressing his skin. This was already foreplay.
Leo’s pupils widened, as if he’d snorted three lines of coke in one go. He swallowed and put his hot fingers on Zolt’s pec. It seemed like a gesture of appreciation first—Zolt worked hard to keep himself in top shape—but then Leo pushed him back. Not aggressively, not to hurt, but the shove had enough force to make Zolt take a step back.
“I don’t know what this is. I’ve gotta go,” Leo muttered, and passed Zolt, only igniting more lust when his wet, naked body slid over Zolt’s skin.
“Weren’t you supposed to have fun in Reno?” Zolt asked but bit down on his lip when Leo stormed out. He knew better than to chase him, so he switched off the water and stepped out of the stall, grabbing his towel.
“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s been a messy night,” Leo said quickly, slurring from the alcohol, and the sight of his naked ass disappearing under blue jeans was both disappointing and unbearably sexy. He stumbled and held onto the sofa, making Zolt wince.
“You sure you don’t want to sleep it off?”
“Nah, I’m good.” Leo wouldn’t look back at Zolt as he pulled on his T-shirt and vest. “It’s just an hour away.”
Zolt sighed and wrapped the towel around his hips, keeping his distance as the fact that he wouldn’t be getting any tonight sank in. “Fine.”