As I was getting ready to dig a couple of post holes, Thomas came walking out of the house carrying his clothes and says, "clean me off before I go ho...e, wimp." "What if someone sees me?" I answered. "What if I send those photos I have of you?" Damn it! He had me and he knew it. So once again I was on my knees with this coal black cock in my mouth praying none of the neighbors were looking over the fence. "That's it wimp, do a really good job, and don't forget to clean your wife's cum off of. I'm so greasy now, it would be so nice to have your long,fat cock pushed into my ass. But no...lie down on your side. Where's thatlube...don't complain Dave, it's your own fault. Ah, nice and wet alreadybut more lube never hurts. Quite the opposite. There...let me spoon you.I love to do this, rubbing my cock up and down your wet crack. Let's justcheck...yes, you're so hard! There's a surprise. Hold still bigboy...it's so much nicer without all that hair. Now...yes, there it is.Mmm, it goes in. We are both breathing heavily, our breath frosting and commingling in the cold night air. We stare at each other for a beat or two and just as I am thinking to myself, 'Was that it?' You grab me by hips and pull me against you, plunging your mouth to mine in a decisive move that makes me gasp. This kiss is rougher and deeper, surprising me, but I push myself against your body, feeling the contours of your pecs through your thin shirt. My hands caress your wide shoulders appreciatively. The. Avoid getting fired. Avoid getting me fired.”Carson felt the gravity of his situation as it weighed on him. He was silent for a moment, until he heard Clarissa giggle.“You heard him with that girl though, right?” she asked coyly. “How was he?”Carson smiled. “Fucking amazing.” *Maybe Clarissa was right. But Carson couldn’t forget the look in Mr. Armisen’s eye the night he found Carson on the floor outside his hotel room, his erection fully exposed. Maybe it was funny? Maybe they could laugh.