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looked at Johnny. “What about the garbage. Who’ll take that out?”
“Well, it seems only fair that you do it since you’ll be taking care
of the downstairs.”
“Hey,” Blondie said, pretending he was angry. “You set me up.”
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“Okay, I guess we could each take a day. I’ll be Monday,
Wednesday, and Friday, and you’ll be Tuesday, Thursday, and
Saturday. How does that sound?”
“What about Sunday?”
“Everyone needs a day of rest. Even God.”
They looked at each other and laughed, and then Johnny said,
“We have plenty of time to decide who’ll do what. Come on. Let’s get
a look at the inside.”
As soon as they entered, Blondie had begun to walk from room to
room, looking at everything. Just then Johnny came up behind him
and quickly spun him around until they were face-to-face. His gaze
dropped down to Blondie’s lips, and he said, “The tour will have to
wait.”
“Oh, Johnny,” Blondie muttered sensuously. “I love it when
you’re forceful like this.”
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom. It’s the first door on the right
upstairs.” He leaned forward and kissed him, his tongue searching his
mouth and his hands moving down his back until they came to his
butt. With a squeeze and a moan, Johnny’s cock began to rise and
pushed against Blondie.
“Oh, baby,” Blondie said. “Who needs the bedroom?”
While they kissed, desire moved Blondie’s hips, pushing his cock
against Johnny’s, while they sank down on the nearby couch. Clothes
began to come off while their hands moved frantically up and down
their bodies.
“Oh, God, Johnny. Fuck me.”
Flesh to flesh, Johnny pushed his cock against Blondie’s, this dry
fuck just the beginning. Blondie’s thighs opened wide in invitation,
his cock pushing against Johnny’s reaching for the elusive warmth
that teased and taunted. “It’s waiting, Johnny,” he said. “My hole is
waiting for you. I can feel myself dripping with anticipation. It’s hot
and waiting, Johnny.”
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Blondie’s words were making Johnny so hot he felt that with them
alone he might just come and ruin everything. It was too soon. He
wanted to plunge into Blondie and fuck him with everything he had. It
had been too damned long since they had been together—especially
without a knife between them. He could feel the damp head of his
cock pushing against Blondie’s hole, kissing him with fervor, his hole
sucking his cock in, and spreading to take him inside. And then he
was there. It was warm, succulent. The walls were satiny as he pushed
in and out, the deeper he went the deeper the sensations felt until he
was almost ready to come. Oh, God, fucking Blondie was like being
in heaven. He stroked his wild, unruly hair, kissed his lips, and held
him as close as he could. Even when he had Blondie in his clutches he
wanted more, so much more of him. But all he could get was the
sensations that rose with one push after the other, deeper and deeper
into the darkness that held his delight.
“Oh, God, J–Johnny. I think I’m c–c–coming.”
“Burn me, Blondie. Burn me with your cum, baby.”
Blondie rode the sensations caused by Johnny’s cock as he thrust
in and out, one on top of the other until Blondie couldn’t stay silent,
but let out a cry as he clenched Johnny. He rode him, bucking and
bouncing until he finally burst, and released the biggest and fiercest
orgasm he’d ever had.
Even when Blondie had been satisfied completely, he held onto
Johnny, kissing and loving him as if he never wanted to let him go.
And when his body was at last filled with the waning velvety release
that he had been waiting for, the two men sighed, and at last fell into a
satisfied sleep.
* * * *
Later on in the day, just as the sun was setting, Johnny woke up to
smells of food coming from the kitchen. Following the smell, he went
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to the kitchen and saw Blondie with an apron on, cooking. He smiled.
“Well, if it isn’t the little homemaker.”
“Hey, don’t get smart,” Blondie said. “Somebody’s got to be.”
“I saw packages in the living room. When did they get here?”
“The super must have been on the ball. It arrived not long after we
got here. Good thing, too. Without them we wouldn’t have had
anything to cook in.” He looked at Johnny and smiled. “I guess he
was afraid of the ADU.”
“I have a feeling he’s glad to get rid of us.”
“Amen.”
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Johnny turned to go
answer it. “I wonder who that could be? I didn’t think anybody knew
we were here.”
“Be careful,” Blondie said, worriedly. “It could be trouble.”
Johnny’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw the gaily
decorated Pepperico Rubin standing just outside. Opening the door,
he said, “My God, Peppe, what the hell are you doing here?”
With a definite sway to his hips, he walked in, looking around. “I
just thought I’d check out your new digs.” He searched the house with
a sharp gaze, and then said, “Mmm, very…homey…if one
wants…homey.” He looked toward the kitchen. “What’s that I
smell?”
“It’s dinner. Let me take your, uh, coat,” Johnny said, looking at
the poor animal that gave its life to make Peppe look glamorous.
“No need, dear, I’m not staying that long. I just wanted to know
where I could find you if I needed you.”
“You look like you’re going out on the town. Anyone I know?”
“A new love interest,” he said, stepping up close to Johnny and
giving him a flirtatious tweak on his chin. Suddenly his eyes shifted
when he saw Blondie walk into the room. “Well, what have we got
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