I Think We Should Break Up
I could feel his asshole quiver
around my length. That moment when you bury yourself so deep inside
that they practically feel it coming out their mouths. Locked into
them. Owning them.
It was my first time with him. He’d
been so easy to sway into my bedroom, ignoring the details and hints
that suggested I did not live alone here. Once my cock was out,
little Justin had been entranced. Rightly so.
“Lochie…” he grunted, as my
hands tightened around his throat.

“Why is there a venus
flytrap on your desk?” Danny said, as he passed by the girl’s
desk.
She smiled up at him,
giggled and shrugged. “I saw it on David Attenborough so I went and
got one. Isn’t it cute?!”
Danny’s eyebrows
creased as he looked down at her, and the small pot of green, toothed
leaves. He’d seen a lot of things on his team’s desks – bobble
heads, family photos…in one instance, hand drawn porn. But
carnivorous plants? That was a first.
Later that night, Danny

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That
familiar little ‘bloop’ made Kyle smile. Call him a narcissist,
but there’s something gratifying about seeing a half dozen guys all
wanting to say hello on an app… all within the last half hour. He
pushed his shaggy hair out of his face and dove into the messages,
ignoring half, offering a half-hearted ‘hey’ to two, but to the
latest, he tried a little harder.
There’s
only so much you can tell from a profile photo, but this one ticked
all the boxes. Hot

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Friday nights are fun.
Good food, good drink, friends… A
whole week of shit can be wiped away with a trip to the bar next
door, shovelling twice fried chips and vodka down your throat.
Delicious.
The girls left early, but I stayed
on. The bartender was liberal with his shots, and his half-shaved
head and septum piercing was making my crotch stir in a way I’d
missed. Images flashed through my mind of him forcing me down to the
ripped jeans at