The Empty House, Part 2

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A week had passed since the fateful evening when I got the spectacular show in the pool. I still got hard several times a day thinking about it and was forced to relieve myself more than once each day. Though I never had before I even found myself retreating to the restroom at work to massage my hardness until I exploded, all the while thinking of Allen fucking Jeb’s ass with reckless abandon.

I was working late one night with Jeb, having already sent all of the other employees home, save he and the closing driver. Jeb seemed to be unusually quiet that night. When we had only about an hour before close, and the driver was out on a delivery, Jeb approached me in the back office.

“Hey Kev, mind if I come over and hang out at your house tonight.”

My heart leapt. Butterflies flapped their intrepid wings deep inside my gut. “Sure man. Is everything okay? You’ve seemed a little down today.”

“Allen and I had a big fight… I’m really pissed at him right now. I don’t want to go home though. I need to clear my head.”

I smiled widely thinking there was more than that I’d like to clear. “No problem man. You can spend the night if you want… you know that.”

He grinned, “That would be cool.”

He finished cleaning up the store while I assembled the deposit. It had been a busy night and we were all rather tired. I checked out the driver and told him he could go on home, as Jeb would follow me to the bank. He didn’t complain and left quickly.

I locked the building up and we drove in separate cars to my house. We went inside and started watching television. As usual nothing was on at 1am.

We talked for over an hour. He went on and on about Allen and how much of an asshole he was. I felt the same way and knew that Jeb was probably taken in by the same thing I was – the fact that Allen was hot.

It may or may not interest you, the reader, to know this but I have to pause here for a moment. I know what’s coming next even if you don’t, and I have to unzip my pants because I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Surely everyone, I would hope, remembers their first time the way I do and get’s horny as hell when they think about it. Okay – that’s better now. If there are any errors from here on out you’ll have to forgive me, as I’ll be typing one handed at times. Read at your own peril!

I tried to console Jeb as much as I could. I tried to be supportive, but it was hard. It was hard because the more I looked at him the more I wanted to jump on top of him and tear his clothes off. I wanted to know what it felt like to slide my cock into his hole and have my balls slap his