Pete sighed and leaned back in his chair, idly watching Andy enter the most recent changes into the CAD program.
Pete Rosati was a big, broad-shouldered Italian with light olive skin and short curly black hair. Andy Grant, his partner, was taller and more slender than Pete, with bright green eyes and a brown crewcut. Both men were in their late twenties, with quietly muscular bodies from running and working out every day. They'd been friends since grade school, roommates in college, and had started R&G Design fourteen months before.
Andy turned to Pete. "That roof detail look right?"
"Rotate it thirty degrees clockwise." Pete bent forward to study the image on the workstation's giant flatscreen as Andy moved the mouse. "A little more . . . Good . . . Let's see it from above . . . Yeah." He leaned back in his chair. "That's it. Light the fuse."
"And run." Andy clicked the "Render" button on the screen, then stood up and stretched. "God, this has been a long day. It's after eight, and we came in at dawn."
"Yeah, but we made it. We'll have the plans in the morning, so we can finish the presentation." Pete rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Speaking of running—"
"I'm sure ready to get out of here," Andy said. "Any more time staring at that screen, I'm going to blow some buildings up."
"The old ugly ones, I hope." Pete slapped Andy on the shoulder. "You'll feel better after you get something to eat. So will I."
"Definitely the ugly ones. Burgers and suds?"
"And pool? Shoot a few games."
"Yeah. That always helps me unwind. Otherwise, I'll dream about that damn building."
At Slick's, Andy and Pete reserved a table, then sat down with bacon cheeseburgers and a pitcher of Devil's Backbone. They'd finished their burgers and were starting on their second pitcher when the manager called their number over the sound system.
Andy and Pete each won a game. They were pretty evenly matched. Andy's Uncle Mike owned a pool hall and they'd been hanging out there and playing since they were kids.
They were racking the balls for a third game when a blond woman came over. She was the same age as Andy and Pete, with strong German features, wearing cowboy boots, a knee-length denim skirt, and a pink gingham blouse. "Can I join you? My friends are leaving, but I'm not ready to go."
Andy smiled at her. "Fine with me." He turned to Pete. "You?"
Pete looked from Andy to the blonde and back. "Tell you what. You two play. I'm kinda tired, so I'll just grab ARide." That was their favorite Austin rideshare service.
"Okay. See you in the morning." Andy turned to the blonde. "Eight ball?"
* * * *
The ARide car pulled up in front of Pete's condo. He thanked the driver and got out. As soon as the car disappeared around the corner, Jose stepped out of the shadows. He was a handsome muscular man ten years older than Pete, dressed in a Travis County Deputy Sheriff's uniform. "¿Qué pasa, amigo?"
"Horny as hell." Pete wrapped his arms around Jose and kissed him. "¿Qué pasa contigo?"
"Same as you." Jose ground his stiff pole against Pete's crotch. "Ready for a hot fuck."
"Good." Pete took Jose's hand and led him to the door.
"We'll have to hurry," Jose said. "I go on duty in an hour." He was one of the night dispatchers at the Travis County Emergency Operations Center.
"We better not waste any time." Pete stopped just inside the door and unfastened his blue jeans, freeing his swelling cock. "Want to suck this?"
"Oh yeah." Jose fell to his knees. "I've been dreaming of your big hard dick." He grabbed Pete's stiff shaft and stroked it roughly while sucking him like a starving calf. Pete almost laughed. Jose was jerking his rod like he was milking a cow, too. Still . . . Getting milked like this was pretty damn sexy!
The tension in Pete's balls was approaching the bursting point. "I'm getting close. Want me to come in your mouth?"
Jose stopped his frantic sucking. He fondled Pete's rock-hard pole while kissing its tip. "I love sucking your cum, but I'd rather get a full load up my ass tonight."
"We can manage that," Pete said. "Let's go." Jose followed him through the condo's combined living, dining, and kitchen area to the master bedroom. They stripped quickly. Jose carefully folded his khaki uniform and set it on the dresser.
"I need your cock," Jose said. "So damn bad."
"Well, you're going to get it." Pete took the quilt off the bed and dropped it on the floor, then pointed to the bare sheets. "Right now."
"It's been so long—" Jose lay on his back at the edge of the bed and folded his knees against his chest.
"Two weeks." Pete took the lube out of the nightstand drawer and moved between Jose's raised ankles.
"Seems like forever without cock . . . Laura and I fuck almost every night. She likes it. So do I . . . But still, I always want a big hot rod reaming my ass. Pounding me like a bitch . . ."
