“I’m good.”I nod—at a loss for words. It’s as I suspected. Gay sex It takes me a moment to place him, being that he is out of context. Straight up. I hate Christmas. I doubt Karen even has her house decorated. ‘See ya’. The pent-up aggression being released upon me is stunning.I groan beneath his touch, my hips thrusting to contact his. They pool around my feet on the bathroom mat. Brad started working there about four months ago and has become a bit of a staple. ‘See ya’. Brad’s flirting this morning has me feeling somewhat uninhibited. I know my face has turned a multitude of shades of crimson. I didn’t know you knew Karen.”Brad shakes his head. “I don’t. I spit on the tip and pump his cock with my hand, reveling in the freedom offered by his uncut cock.He places his hands on my shoulders and puts pressure on me to stand. I doubt Karen even has her house decorated. I’m almost due for a free coffee. A friend dragged me along.””Yeah, me too.””Tis the season.” He smiles at me.”Would you like a glass of wine?” I lift the bottle to show him, but spot he is holding a finger of scotch or some other mahogany-colored liquor in a crystal
