Big Black Rod

“I’m fucking doing this,” he said, almost to himself. Gay sex My grip tightened in his hair.“Fuck, Tristan,” I groaned. Dumb as hell but built like a Greek statue someone gave a protein sponsorship. So, let’s talk about Tristan.Second-year analyst. Always adjusting the waistband or rolling up his sleeves like he’s in a Gillette ad. Just smirked wider.“You like that, old man?” he repeated.I leaned in. Or you a pussy?”He licked his lips. Wanna help me stretch these out?” while flexing his glutes like that’s a normal thing to say at 7 PM.It wasn’t just gym talk. Might as well commit.”His eyes met mine. “Don’t move. I told him about the one I go to. Consider it my gift.”He wrapped his hand around the base. Next day? Like he didn’t know whether to let go or squeeze harder.“That’s the blood flow,” I said. Back to Tristan. Looked at me like he didn’t know whether to punch me or suck me off again.“Next time,” he said, “you’re buying the fucking protein shake.”“Deal.”We finished changing in silence after that.But the next day, back at the office, I caught him glancing at me. Worked till almost eight. Being so close to me?”I didn’t blink.