Author's Note: This story has been rewritten.
Tom had just finished cooking dinner when he heard the front door open. He grabbed a beer can from the fridge and walked into the living room. Hunter spread his big legs on the sofa and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He had a slightly tense expression, which meant he had a stressful day at work.
"Thanks," said Hunter in a deep tone, grabbing the beer can and taking a large sip.
"How was your day?" asked Tom, turning on Hunter's favorite sports channel and sitting down on the floor.
"Not too bad. Just a lot of work," said Hunter casually, staring at the flat screen.
Tom quickly removed Hunter's dress shoes and black socks, and started rubbing his feet. He felt the familiar sweaty, manly steam emanate from Hunter's big soles, and his partner released a deep breath of relaxation.
That was a common ritual in their relationship. Tom always came home from work and cooked dinner, and an hour later Hunter arrived. He brought him a beer and gave him a foot massage, and if Hunter was in the mood, he would also receive a blowjob. It all started with dominant gestures, choking and rough sex, and it slowly turned into casual, daily domination.
"Good news for Evan, though. He got a promotion," said Hunter while crossing his legs on the coffee table for easier access.
"Really? Good for him. I'll congratulate him later," replied Tom while using his knuckles to massage the tired soles, and then sliding his fingers between the toes.
Tom and Evan had been friends since high school. Evan worked for the same company where Hunter was the manager. At first, he felt slightly jealous of Hunter being in the same building as Evan every day, but he learned to accept it. There were good-looking guys everywhere, anyway, and Hunter happened to be a big, muscular hunk who attracted people everywhere he went.
"Would you like a blowjob?" asked Tom, feeling surprisingly horny. After a while, his hands hurt.
Hunter didn't move his eyes from the TV screen.
"Sure, buddy. Do your duty," he said while scratching his beard.
Tom kneeled between his thick thighs and reached for his belt. Hunter's fat cock flopped out of his musky underwear and his large, low-hanging nuts rested on the couch.
Tom sucked on his soft shaft eagerly, tasting the cock sweat he was acquainted with. Hunter's natural scent was quite masculine, and he preferred it that way, savoring the intimacy inside his underwear. He massaged the soft meat with his mouth, patiently waiting for it to grow.
When it finally happened, he started to choke a little. Hunter's size stretched his jaw and throat easily. He felt a hand on his head and suddenly he was being throatfucked. Hunter kept watching the flat screen as he banged Tom's throat, releasing low, rumbling sounds as Tom gagged on his hard prick.
Tom's dick was rock-hard inside his pants. He enjoyed being used. He wanted to be fucked hard right there. He had an infinite appetite for Hunter's sex.
"Use me," confessed Tom.
"Yeah? You want me to use you?" provoked Hunter, with a lewd smirk.
"Yes, please break me," begged Tom.
"Do you even know what that means?" asked Hunter while slapping Tom's face with his cock.
Tom sucked on the heavy balls and moaned something.
"Careful what you wish for," whispered Hunter.
Tom didn't know exactly what he wanted. But saying those things always turned him on. Asking Hunter to use and abuse him always set a fire in his chest. He wanted Hunter to know that he was completely devoted to him - desperate to serve and give him more pleasure.
"I'd do anything for you," said Tom as he sucked Hunter's balls.
"Yeah? Anything to give me pleasure?" asked Hunter.
"Yes, please, whatever you want," replied Tom.
"Whatever I want?" Hunter placed his fingers on his chin playfully and thought to himself. "What if I fuck another guy?" he provoked.
"Fuck..." Tom felt his dick. The idea scared him, but he went along. "Anything you want, sir..."
"Anything I want? Careful, Tommy..." provoked Hunter. He grabbed Tom's head with both hands and pounded his mouth nonstop.
Later that night, while Hunter took a steaming shower, Tom grabbed his phone and called Evan. A handsome blond's photo appeared on the screen.
"Hello?" said a warm voice.
"Hey, congratulations on the promotion!" said Tom playfully.
"Oh, thank you!" Evan laughed on the other end.
"You deserve it, Evan. Should we celebrate?"
"Well, I'm coming to your place tomorrow!"
"What?" asked Tom.
"Hunter didn't tell you? Well, since he's our manager, we'll be working closely from now on, and he asked if I could come and help him with the next project."
"Oh... really? Okay, that makes sense, I guess," said Tom slowly.
"Is that okay, Tom? Am I crossing a boundary?"
Tom took two seconds to answer. Somehow that revelation made his heart beat faster. Evan in their apartment, working with dominant Hunter? He felt a slight tingle of jealousy, but a hot one. What was happening to him?
"That's fine, don't worry," said Tom. "So you're showing up tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow evening. Hunter said he likes to work in his home office," replied Evan, sounding slightly confused.
"He does. He usually takes care of projects during the weekend, once in a while. It's more comfortable here," explained Tom.
"Yes, he told me that. Are you really okay with that?"
"Don't worry, Evan. Feel free to use our apartment as you wish," replied Tom eagerly. "And my boyfriend," he added playfully.
Evan chuckled nervously on the other side.
