"Can I help you," Travis asked.
I came home to the smell of tomato sauce cooking as more than likely Daniel was making his infamous spaghetti. It was certainly a mood breaker as I returned home irritated after a day that went the way it shouldn't have.
"I need to fucking quit," I yelled, before pointing to Travis to follow me.
"You keeping pitching the idea of quitting. Quit," Daniel yelled at me. "Give it up. Make a change, or stop bitching."
Travis laughed while Daniel scoffed, and further added fuel to the fire despite being right. I couldn't stop bitching, for, despite of the good pay, the administration at the college was intolerable, and in my opinion less than worthy to be in the position.
"Dan, I'm just tired of the administration," I yelled as Travis and I stopped in the bedroom.
"Poor Trav" I thought to myself as he and Daniel seemed to be on a high, a high that should've reverberated once I checked in, but didn't. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and decided I needed to get in the moment.
"How was your day," I asked.
He looked down at me and smiled.
"Definitely not as harsh as yours," he said.
Travis' smile was a sparkle in the dark, a beacon of light that reminded me that this man traveled 300 plus miles to pleasure and to receive the same, and deserved none of our daily adversity. He caught it somewhat when I entered the house and barked off, and didn't get the support of Daniel I once had, not even a kiss on the cheek as consolation.
"Is feel a little heat between you two," he said to me.
There was, for Daniel and I were somewhat at an impasse which led us to inviting this chocolate wonder in our bedroom. I chose not to answer that question, thinking instead that I missed out on time with this lover, as Daniel had most of the day with him.
"I missed out on this cock," I told him.
"You didn't miss out. Daniel had his time, now its yours," he said.
We'd finish round one when I got the call I needed to cover one course for a sick professor, but one turned into two, which lasted until the late afternoon.
"Did Daniel take good care of you," I asked Travis while stroking it through his pants.
"He did," he answered. "But now its time you're taken care of."
"Go easy on him," Daniel yelled from the kitchen as he was putting the final touches on dinner.
I laid my head in Travis' belly to smell his scent, and as relief that the day was over. He stroked my scalp in return.
"Let me rub today off you," he asked.
"A handjob," I asked.
"No sir. A massage. Head to toe, to help you relieve all that tension," he said, while already stroking away a headache.
Travis' hands were from heaven as he rubbed the skin below my hair. I could feel the toxins leaving me as he was changing my internal settings from angst, to calmness.
"I just want a turn with you, too," I told him.
"And the massage will kick things off," he said before he grabbed my chin.
There was an intimate, non-sexual moment that came between us with the eye contact.
"You are sexy," I said as I looked in his big, brown eyes.
He smiled, and I let my hands touch the sides of that gorgeous bear body, before I caressed that cock.
"Can I have a taste," I asked.
