“Kick up your heels and chill, bro. Life’stoo short. Live it up while you can, you know?”
I rolled my eyes. Of course Carlos wouldsay something like that.
“Yeah, if only bud...” I said and thengrabbed my bag again. Carlos’s remarks helped to snap me back into reality. Iwas the responsible one... Who was I kidding? I had a career to maintain; hedidn’t have a care in the world. I had to go to work, even if I was an hourlate.
When Carlos saw me grab my bag, he asked, “Youever do anything rash?”
I felt like I was being put on the spot. I gentlypulled the bag closer to my chest, as if it would shield me, and I replied, “Excuseme?”
“Rash,” he said as he walked over to thetable. “Like something impulsive and exciting.”
I picked up on that vibrant cheer of his again,like it was a scent of cologne making its appearance every so often. It wasappealing and incredibly seductive, but I knew better. He sounded soenthusiastic and unencumbered by life’s lulls, which was expected, given hisyouth, but in time he would be more like me.
I was sure of it.
Or would he?
I wasn’t the sort of guy who did rash,as he put it. I did responsible. That was the fountain I drank from:plain and boring. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had it all wrong.
“I dunno. I guess so,” I said.
I couldn’t think of anything irrationalthat I had ever done in that moment, as hard as I tried. I could not focus wellwhen I was put on the spot. Like seriously: did he mean jumping off a bridge orsomething?
I would never...
My heart began to palpitate and I clutchedmy bag even closer to my chest, as close as I could get it. Carlos seemedamused by my reaction and he moved in close to me, too close for comfort, infact. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.
“Yeah? Like what, bro?” he asked as he gotdeeper into my bubble of personal space. He was so close that I could smell thesporty deodorant on him. I gathered it must have been that Axe bodyspray stuff – there was so much of it lying around our place. It smelt like manheaven. It was seductive and masculine and so very inviting. What a fuckingjock he was... Even his scent was athletic.
My stomach began to stir and my cock startedto grow hard.
“Like, I dunno...” I said. “Like... Well, Iguess I would have to think about that for a second.”
He moved in even closer...
“Oh yeah?”
I didn’t say another word.
Was he seriously seducing me? I couldn’tbelieve it.
Carlos gently pulled my bag away and set itback down on the table.
“Skip work,” he said.
It almost sounded like an order.
I could not believe what was going down.Carlos was flirting with me and I was over an hour late for work! Ashort while before, I had decided not to go in, but that was when I thought Iwould be in control and the one to do all the seducing. But now he was comingon to me and I had no idea what to do next!
I sighed as I searched for the right wordsto say but I turned up empty.
“Let’s have some fun, bro...” he said andthen he slipped past me and bent himself over the table. His buns immediatelyspread apart underneath those silky mesh shorts of his and I just about died.
It was unreal
Carlos officially began to bust my balls atthat point, tormenting me with that insanely sexy backside of his, and I had nochoice but to gaze at those plump cheeks staring back at me and forget aboutbeing responsible, even if it was for just one day.
I began to wonder: had I died and gone toheaven?
Perhaps it was a dream... Because Carloshad never pulled this shit on me before. What if I truly was dreaming and Imissed my alarm clock?
Whatever it was, that ass of his was readyand waiting and I did not want the dream or moment or whatever it was to stop.
“I know you want it,” he said, sounding allcocky and self-assured. “I’ve seen you looking at my butt.”
If only he knew just how much I wanted it!
“Fuck... Are you serious?” I asked.
Carlos looked back at me.
He was serious. Dead serious.
“Fine... Okay, I get it... You areserious,” I said and then ran my hands through my hair. “Holy shit,” Iwhispered.
I was finally going to have a taste of Carlos’sass.
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I immediately pounced on Carlos and grabbedhis ass.
“Yeah, squeeze it, bro,” he said, teasingme as always, once I had those firm cheeks in my hands. “Here’s your chance.”
I plastered my hands all over his butt andran my fingers into his crack. He still had his shorts on and my hands glidedalong the slippery fabric with ease, enabling me to really feel him out. Asgood as his ass felt in those shorts, what I really craved was to feel hisskin. When I yanked those shorts off, I found a pair of the smoothest buttcheeks I had seen in a long time staring back at me. His skin was velvety softand his globes were firm and perfectly round.
Carlos looked back at me and grinned. “Youreally dig an ass, huh?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I definitely loved a man’s backside.
I squeezed those buttery soft cheeks likethey were the first I had ever seen. When I was done doing that, I reached inand spanked them, nice and hard. And then finally, I pulled those fuckingcheeks wide apart and found a dusty rose butt hole waiting for me. His hole washidden beneath a sparse amount of hair – just the right amount – and my tonguegrew wet and my hunger insatiable once I got a good look. As if on cue, my cockturned rock hard as I anticipated what it would feel like to taste Carlos’sbutt hole and then finally, slam into it and tear it apart.
Fuck... He was a dream come true.
I needed to taste and fuck that ass – deep andhard.
