Chapter Eleven
I never met Alec’s soon-to-be ex-wife, Vivian. She didn’t come to events where spouses were invited, and once Alec moved in, there was no reason to see her ever again. I’d think about her often in the month after he arrived and how much of a good thing she squandered.
Alec only spent the first night in the guest room.
Even then, he left mine after I fell asleep on his chest. We’d been sharing my bed—and the rest of my apartment—ever since.
He gave my tiny double bed shit all the time, but stopped short of suggesting I get a new one.
We’re both big dudes, and as much as we liked to cuddle, the man is a furnace at night.
It was one reason we enjoyed traveling for work so much—queen or king-sized beds.
Of course, no one knew Alec was staying with me, and only a few knew about his divorce. He got to the office earlier than me, so we never traveled together. I showed up at social events, like happy hours, before him and left after he did.
Alec was… different after he moved in. Happier, but less “on.” At least when it was just us.
He wasn’t the life of the party at my apartment, nor did he need to light up the room.
It helped that we were so in sync everything was smooth, which extended to our performance in the field.
We didn’t lose a single pitch after he moved in.
I’d look at him sometimes and think, what the fuck was Vivian thinking?
He’s hot, makes good money, takes care of more shit around the apartment than I ever did, and was an amazing fuck.
I wouldn’t say he was better than me, but we’d never fucked the same people.
His marriage was monogamous, and I’d never fucked myself.
And we fucked a lot. All over my apartment, several times a day, those first few weeks.
So much so I worried we’d break my bed. It amazed me how horny we both were, but I guess that’s what happens after denying a fundamental part of ourselves for decades and then giving each other unfettered access to it.
It was more than access on the road, though. Being in a hotel always made me horny, and Alec seemed to agree. He was so dominant, coming up with the weirdest, kinkiest sex games that left me breathless and empty-balled.
He loaded me up before pitch meetings. We’ve licked every single inch of each other’s bodies.
I’ve spent hours with his flaccid cock in my mouth—either watching rented hotel movies, or under the desk while he answered emails.
I’d gotten him off with my mouth or ass, with no involvement on his part.
And when our balls were empty, and we were sweaty and exhausted, he treated me like a goddamn king—cuddled, catered to, cleaned, and given sincere gratitude.
I took the thanks, not that I needed it.
The dirtier and more dominant he was, the harder I came, and the more I loved it.
Alec was less dominant at my place. Quickies, all-night fuck fests, exhausted or hungover slow and soft sex. I knew he needed me to initiate, which I did all the time because I had not only learned to enjoy bottoming for him, but fucking craved it.
The second time he ever fucked me, the night after we blew each other at the conference, was mind-blowing.
Alec took complete control that night, but not in the kinky, dominant way.
He was gentle and treated my body like a temple to be worshiped.
Alec stripped me nude as soon as we got back to the room and kissed every single inch of me while doing so.
Then knelt before me and sucked me right to the edge of filling his mouth.
I didn’t need to tell him to stop. He just knew. It was only our fourth time messing around, and only his second ever having another man’s penis in his mouth—but he knew my body like the back of his hand.
“I was about to…” I said after he let my throbbing cock fall from his mouth.
“I know,” he said, standing up to undress himself while kissing me.
It was a deep, sensual kiss that went deeper as he guided me down on the bed.
I was on my back, and he was between my legs.
He told me to hold them up, and I did. Then, out of nowhere, he licked my asshole.
It was surprising and impressive. His five o’clock shadow did things to that most intimate part of my body I didn’t know were possible.
“Holy fuck, Alec. What the fuck?” I moaned.
He chuckled, letting his tongue slide over my hole before looking up at me. “Feel good?”
“Fuck yeah, man. Phenomenal.”
“Good.”
He went back to eating me out and playing with my balls. I was right; they were his new favorite toy. I didn’t know that I’d be spending whole evenings with his hand down my pants, fiddling with them non-sexually. I love my balls played with, so it was never a problem.
At some point, he got up, went to his bag, and returned with a bottle of lube. “I came prepared tonight,” he said, retaking his spot between my legs.
“When did you get that? And where? I don’t think they sell that at the gift shop.”
He chuckled again. “They don’t. I looked. I went into town on lunch.”
Alec lubed his fingers and pushed one, and then two, inside me. It felt so much better than the last time I was penetrated. While doing so, he found my prostate and gave it a nice massage, all the while sucking my dick and playing with my nut sack.
It felt incredible. More than incredible. Amazing. Some of the best sex feelings I’d ever had.
“Where the fuck… how… when the fuck did you learn to do that?” I asked, breathless, after he pulled out and was lubing his cock.
“Might have done some research in my morning presentations,” he said without looking at me.
“What?”
He glanced at me, a smirk growing across his lips and red on his cheeks.
“Searched for how to have gay sex and found some informative stuff. The first piece of advice was a lot of lube.” He twiddled the bottle.
“Second was to stimulate the bottom, orally if possible, then with your fingers. Then massage his prostate, and when you feel him loosen, he’s ready to get fucked. ”
“Damn. So I guess I shouldn’t ask you about payroll automaton,” I asked with a chuckle, referencing his morning presentation.
“Nope, and,” his cheeks reddened more, “I was getting hard reading up on it, so I had to put it away, calm down and come back to it.”
We laughed. “Ready?” he asked.
“More than ever.”
“I, uh… got condoms, too. But I’m okay without if you are?”
“If you’re okay bare, so am I. You’ve already come in me once, and I trust you.”
Alec grinned and nodded.
His entry wasn’t without pain, but so much less that it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
Alec fucked me in missionary, my legs wrapped around his torso, and his lips never leaving mine.
It was slow and pleasant, and I stayed hard through all of it.
It felt so good a few minutes in that I understood why guys wanted to get fucked every day.
“I’m close, Mason,” were his first words since entering me.
“Come in me. Please,” I said, sounding much less needy than I was.
Alec grunted, came inside me, and collapsed.
After catching his breath, he sat up, pulled out, then replaced his cock with his fingers and covered mine with his mouth.
Minutes later, I grunted as I fed him a heavy load.
We cuddled the rest of the night and fucked again in the morning. It was one of my favorite sex memories.
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One night, two weeks after moving in, we were cuddling naked and sweaty after a hard fucking. Alec asked me if I was still sleeping with other people. I told him “no.” I had no time or desire for anyone else. He chuckled, kissed my head, and said, “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”
Then, a week later, we were watching TV after dinner, and he put his arm over my shoulder. He was shirtless, and I leaned into him, playing with his chest hair. I was so content I could’ve stayed there forever. A few minutes later, I realized I’d only been that comfortable with a girlfriend.
It hit me like a freight train. We were, for all intents and purposes, dating in secret. It took me longer than I’d like to admit how obvious it was from an outside perspective.
Neither of us were in a place to date anyone—Alec, especially.
He’d go through bouts of depression about his marriage ending, and I tried to support him the best I could.
The only thing I came up with was letting him come inside me one way or another.
It worked, somewhat. Quiet, sad Alec had a smile on his face once his load was spent.
The same went for upset and confused Mason.
If I couldn’t even give him a basic level of support, how in the fuck could I help him as his… dating partner? Secret lover? Incognito cuddle buddy? That wasn’t what I wanted.
I thought I’d pull away once I realized, but I didn’t.
I was fucking happy. A battle waged inside, weighing pros and cons and listing proofs to show we were only live-in friends with benefits.
There weren’t many, and plenty to the contrary, like how well we got along and how happy we were.
And how well we worked as roommates. Which, goddamnit, we did.
He’s great at domestic stuff, and a serious type-A clean freak. Outside of work, my life philosophy had been flying by the seat of my pants. Things like a messy room or what foods I put into my body never bothered me.
Did that cause tension living with him? No, not really. Just as in the office and the bedroom, I followed Alec’s orders without complaint.
“I’m gonna throw a load in. Put new sheets on after I strip it?” He’d ask, and I would.
It was nice to have a made bed every week. Alec didn’t like to sleep in sex sheets, but I only had two sets, so we started putting a towel down. Before, I’d go two or three weeks, sometimes a month, without changing them. Call me gross, but they always passed the sniff test.