Page 65 of Unrequited Sloth

“Don’t stop, Bobby . . . I’m so close. Please . . .”

Bobby didn’t stop, but he also didn’t speed up or slow down. He continued to fuck Gabriel hard, and with perfect aim.

“Are you close? I’m gonna cum,” said Bobby.

“Give it to me.”

Bobby’s hips snapped another half dozen times before he slammed in even harder and shouted out his release. Gabriel could feel his cock pulsing inside him, which was enough for his own orgasm to hit. He could feel the cum erupt from his cock onto the mattress. The only thing that would have made it more perfect was if Bobby had fucked him bare. Not something he usually did, but if things kept going like this, it was a conversation they’d be having sooner rather than later.

After they’d cleaned up and showered together, which had resulted in more kissing, groping, and cumming, Gabriel made them scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast. He’d sent a text to Jason saying he must have picked something up at the weekend as he had a dodgy stomach. Thankfully, Gabriel had nothing in his diary that couldn’t be picked up by his team or moved to later in the week. He didn’t enjoy lying to his friend, but he wanted to stay in this bubble with Bobby for just one more day, before reality crashed back in.

Bobby had actually called his manager to say he wouldn’t be in. Who still did that? The policy often said to call because it was written in yesteryear, but most people sent Teams or text messages these days.

Bobby hadn’t been overselling it when he said he was a cuddler, as they snuggled on the sofa, deciding that spending all day in bed might appear like a good idea, but when the sheets were covered in spunk, it wasn’t pleasant after a while.

If Gabriel was within Bobby’s reach, he had to be touching him. That could be interesting when they were in public and keeping things discreet. It had been Gabriel’s request, but he needed to protect himself. Based on his history with men, this all seemed too good to be true.

“What shall we get for lunch?” asked Bobby.

“I can make us a sandwich.”

“We should get something more substantial delivered.”

“Why?”

“I need to carb-load. I want to fuck you at least another two times before bedtime.”

“Yeah, well, if you carb-load me, you won’t be going anywhere near me for a while.”

Bobby sat up, looking at him with a confused expression on his face. It was adorable, and he had a lot to learn about the ins and outs of anal sex.

“Where are all those carbs gonna go?”

Bobby’s eyes widened. “Actually, wait. I remember Ryan saying something about this.” He started looking for something on his phone.

Gabriel snorted. He could imagine Bobby being a thoughtful brother and listening to Ryan talking to him about cleaning out, and showing a genuine interest.

“Here it is. Apparently, it takes at least six hours from when you eat something for it to make it to the colon, and it’s usually longer. It just depends on how fibrous it is. So, if we get pasta for lunch, I can fuck you, and then you can do what you need to do before dinner. I can run you a bath to relax in after you’re done, and then we can fuck again.”

He smiled, his imaginary tail wagging. It was tempting to pat him on the head and call him a good boy. It had to be the most practical thing Gabriel had ever heard from a partner. Typical Bobby, always trying to be helpful, even with a conversation topic like this.

“You know, we don’t need to fuck every time.”

“But I thought that was your favourite thing?”

“It is, but there are plenty of other things we can do.”

“It’s my favourite thing as well. I love how tight you are.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer, saying such romantic things?”

Bobby laughed with him, and then a frown appeared on his face, which Gabriel didn’t like.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? And that’s why you’re suggesting we do something else?”

“No, I feel great, but if you fuck me that hard every time, I’ll probably need a break.”

“I can take it easy.”