Getting a text from Him: “Hope you’re not touching your cock like a good boy. These eight hours apar
Getting a text from Him: “Hope you’re not touching your cock like a good boy. These eight hours apart are so difficult now.”Jason lets the warm fuzzy feeling course through him. “I haven’t been touching. It’s right there…temping me. Saving it for you. You sure you got energy ol’ man? You’re twenty years older.““I might be older, but I can keep up with your sex drive, young man. Hell, I could out last you.”“Lol. Now that’s a challenge. First one to pass out tonight loses and has to clean the gutters!” Jason hated that chore.“You’re on, Jason! Let you know when I’m on my way home. Love you.”“Can’t wait. This house is so empty with just me in it. I love you too.”“Love you 100x more.”Jason smiled. Running away from home and being rescued by an older man was not part of his plan of growing up, but it had been wonderful as it had been unexpected. They got stared out plenty in public, but the sex was great, the bed always warm, and the key always worked in the lock. Jason paused the TV and picked up the pamphlets for local community colleges he’d been ignoring. If he wanted to stay, he’d have to be worth keeping. Jason glanced a photo of his lover on the side table. It made him jealous to think of him sharing their bed with another person. No, the handsome man in those pictures was his prize for all the shit he went through growing up. This was his happy-ever-after, and no one was going to take that away from him. Jason rifled through the pamphlets, trying to make his mind off of masturbating. Hm, what was radiology? Page 54…let’s see here…______________Text is fictional. -- source link
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