Knowing he couldn’t let go of the loveseat, I took his cock in my fist and pumped him. At some point during every landscaping job, the owner popped their head out and spewed out a list of suggestions. Gay sex That did sound nice. Just as I was setting the glass down, I could hear my boss’s truck pull into the gravel driveway.I smiled at Graham. I found a wicker loveseat with cushions that wouldn’t suffer too badly if my jeans were dirty. Little dots like someone had spit on him—repeatedly. My modest, little house sat six blocks from the ocean on an island in the San Juan archipelago—Whidbey Island to be exact.I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.I hefted the pyramidal cedar into the trench I had dug. If they wanted to change anything, they would have to go through my boss.I ignored the way he was staring at me.”Can I get you a drink?”The owner was at my elbow. I gripped tighter to his hips, hauling him toward me each time my hips crashed against his ass.
