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"FUUUUUUUUCK" Dylan heard himself yell, the air rushing out of his lungs and leaving him light headed.
Dylan somehow also heard it when his cum spattered on the smooth studio floor. A moment later, he was listening to the ragged pull as he gasped air into his lungs. The floor was so well polished, he imagined he could see his reflection for a moment. He wondered if he would even recognize the man he saw anymore. Since the first time he stepped foot in this studio, his life had never been the same.
Dylan could hardly make it through the week without one of his "private sessions" with Ed, the yoga instructor his friend Josh had suggested what seemed like a lifetime ago. At home, in the office, at dinner with Josh and Julia and their daughter, it was like his mind was always here in this room. The rest of his life had become hazy background noise. The only time he felt alive was when Ed was savagely fucking him, dragging noises he didn't even know he could make out of his throat as he plunged his cock into him over and over and over again.
Once upon a time, Dylan had entertained the idea that he was straight. That seemed almost laughable now. The Dylan that had always maintained casual flings, with hardly enough time to get rid of the woman in his bed before there was another, was gone, a part of some distant past. The Dylan he was now spent every bit of time that he could worshiping cock. No matter how many times he saw it, held it in his grasp, or felt it plunge into his body, Ed's cock always left him a little in awe. That is, until it left him brainless and fucked out, lying in his own drool and cum.
Jesus Christ, he fucking loved it.
No matter which way you cut it, Ed was built like a Greek god. And Ed had definitely taken his time showing Dylan exactly how to worship properly. Not only did Ed take Dylan's mouth, or his ass, he always
charged
for it. Dylan's savings account was rapidly draining because of his addiction but he just couldn't find it within himself to care. He needed it now. The adrenaline rush he felt driving to the studio after work, blowing stop lights and going way over the speed limit. The way his cock would throb when Ed's eyes landed on him, feeling like prey in the absolute best fucking way. The drag of friction on his hole as Ed finally,
finally
, slid into place inside him. The liquid fire and heat as Ed bred him. He needed all of it.
"That was some good ass today, whore." Ed grunted from behind me, shoving his cock back into his blue tights. Dylan could still see the shape of it beneath the fabric, the wet spot that gathered at the tip, and despite himself his mouth watered a bit.
"Are -- are you free tomorrow?" Dylan panted. His heart beat loudly, his skin pulsing with it.
"No, I don't have any open time." Ed said nonchalantly, and Dylan's heart sank. Normally, he booked weeks in advance, and paid a premium for it. But the simple reality was that Dylan just couldn't afford it anymore. He grit his teeth in frustration, wracking his mind for a solution. Once a week just wasn't enough. Already, he could feel the burn in his belly, crying out for more. That small inner voice that screamed to be
claimed
in the best possible way.
"Isn't there any way I can come see you tomorrow? Please, I -- "
"Listen here, whore." Ed said dismissively, radiating authority. "If I tell you no, that fucking means no. Now get your wallet and be happy I don't charge you extra for today."
"Alright" Dylan said, casting his eyes downward. He crawled across the floor to where his clothes lay in a crumpled pile and fished his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. As pulled it free, a crumpled piece of paper fell out. Glancing at it quickly, he saw that it was a ticket stub from his local movie theater. He and Josh had gone to see that new superhero film the other week. Dylan had no interest but Josh fucking loved them...Josh...
"Wait" Dylan fished his debit card out and offered it to Ed. As he swiped it in his card reader, Ed's eyebrows rose slightly, giving him permission to continue.
"Josh. He's one of your clients, right? What if I bring him? Double the money for one session."
Ed laughed. "So your bright idea is to...what? Have your straight friend pay for a session that I spend fucking your brains out?"
Dylan's throat was dry, and his voice sounded odd when he replied. "You can have him too."
Ed considered this for several minutes. Finally, his mouth turned up in a crooked smile.
"That's a very interesting proposition. Tell me more."
In a previous life, Dylan wouldn't have considered this. He and Josh had been best friends since they met in college. But it was too late. He had gone too far; he had changed too much. A moment of guilt, and then the feeling in his gut was back. The excited, nervous butterflies filled him head to toe as he told Ed his plan.
By the time Dylan left Ed's studio, it was pitch black. Glancing at his phone, he saw that he was going to be beyond exhausted at work tomorrow.
He also saw a text from Josh.
"Sounds like fun, I'll be there tomorrow night at 6 bro"
The last hour of Dylan's work day managed to stretch itself endlessly on. He sat, perched on the edge of his office chair, eyes rarely leaving the clock set into the far wall. A pile of faxes sat untouched on his desk, several of them marked urgent. His office phone's display indicated half a dozen missed calls. His manager would be on his ass tomorrow for sure, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to care. The only thing that was on his mind was the nervous buzzing beneath his skin.
Now that he had crossed the threshold of involving someone else, he was rapidly becoming used to the idea. It was like the interior of his brain had expanded and he was seeing things in a brand new light.
Josh was a handsome man. He had never been single in the entire time that Dylan had known him. Before he had found Julia, Josh had definitely taken advantage of this fact; he had slept with even more women than Dylan. Dylan found himself thinking of small details like the way that certain shirts hugged Josh's muscular arms, or the musky natural scent he had when they'd play an aggressive game of football. These thoughts lit a fire in Dylan's gut, and suddenly he was thinking about what it would be like to take Josh's clothes off, to see his eyes darken with lust. He thought about sliding Josh's boxers down, past his dark,
wild
pubic hair—
Dylan sent a text to his manager saying he was sick and ducked out of the office, trying to use his messenger bag to conceal the tent being made by his throbbing cock.
The studio blinds were pulled shut when Dylan arrived. Seeing that he had only minutes until Josh was supposed to show, he ducked inside. Even now, he expected a chime to ring out.
