I'll be on the road the next two weeks and will try and write another chapter if possible. Please let me know if you have any suggestions?
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I woke up the following morning after the deepest sleep I can remember. I felt a bit disoriented, as I had fallen asleep around 9:00 p.m. almost immediately after Tan had left. It was 6:30 a.m. and I had slept about nine and a half hours -- a record for me. I dragged myself to the shower luxuriating in the hot water and steam. I carefully shaved my face and was walking out of my room to have breakfast by 7:00 a.m. At least this morning, I was running on time, would have time to have a hot meal rather than my usual cereal, and wouldn't burn the roof of my mouth drinking my morning java.
For some reason, I wasn't even thinking about Alex or what he must have thought as I made enough scrambled eggs, bacon and toast for us both. It seemed so natural to be playing "morning domestic" almost as if it had become second nature although, in reality, I rarely ever took the time to cook in the morning.
The smell of hot food and wafting aroma of coffee soon woke Alex and by 7:15 a.m. he was chowing down on a full plate of food with me. There was no way I was going to mention the night before. Even though I was relaxed, I still felt a bit humiliated by the very unusual attitude Alex had taken towards me before and after Tan's unexpected arrival. He had mocked me in front of a high school senior for heaven's sake! Together, they had portrayed the behavior typical of victors at sports matches high on testosterone.
Thankfully, Alex simply enjoyed the pleasure of a decent breakfast and didn't overtly hassle or make fun of me. We were both relatively silent, lost in our own thoughts until Alex spoke up and said, "Boy, Matt, I could become very used to this. I always dreamed of having a wife who would wait on me in the morning!"
Now what the hell did that mean? "Well, don't get used to it, Alex!" I responded, feeling a bit miffed. Still I stood up, cleared our dishes and quickly rinsed them off.
While I was at the sink, Alex said, "So how did you help your friend out last night?" Perhaps it was a rhetorical question as he then left the kitchen to finish getting ready for work with a very satisfied as he left your room!"
On my way to work I couldn't help but think some more. Yeah, think....it never seemed to get me anywhere but more confused. It seems like only yesterday I was somewhat satisfied with my life of hiding the truth from myself only to have it turned around by two Vietnamese boys. How did they read me so well I wondered and was I always somewhat submissive? It didn't make any sense that these guys could so quickly and easily have their way with me. Correspondingly, the truth was I got just as much out of it or more than they did.
Maybe they were right that they were actually doing me a favor as they pumped their rich seed into either my belly or my pussy. Perhaps receiving their loads would make more of a man out of me or something. My mind wandered as I thought about it and my cock hardened as I pondered about their taste.
At first I had rejected the idea that I could ever like the taste of cum. It seemed as if it should be repulsive. But it was their essence. I could see myself washing off their still hard cocks as they held my head and forced me to look up into the dark pools of their eyes. Tan, especially, seemed to get off seeing me so subserviently "doing my womanly duty" as he liked to refer to it. Yes, I had to admit, I did find joy through service....I just had never dreamed it would be in this context.
The Vietnamese boys had liberated something deep inside of me. Maybe they were just using me, Tan especially, to get their rocks off. Perhaps that's what real men do. But for me, it was more than a physical experience. Yes, I always came as much from the physical stimulation of my prostrate from their exertions in and out of my pussy as well as their manipulations of my tits, but just as much as their verbal comments in the process.
By the time I reached the office, my face was flushed simply from recalling all the sex-capades of the past month or so. Frankly, I had lost track of time since that first massage and could not imagine how far things had gone and how fast. I was still lost in thought as I passed by Dave's cubical.
As I bent down to turn on my computer, he surprised me by pinching my ass and said, "Damn, boy, that is one hot ass! I bet Huan gets hot playing with those cheeks because ass up and front down you're probably hotter than most of his female clients -- Sara being the exception, of course!"
I had whirled around even more red than I was when I came in and was trying to think of something to say as Dave started laughing. He was so close to the truth and I felt incapable of denial but deathly afraid of coming clean.
Meanwhile, Sara, who had heard her name mentioned came around to see what was up. "Did I hear my name mentioned," she said with hope in her eyes! Dave laughed and said, "I was just teasing Matt, here, and said, Huan must enjoy massaging you more than him!"
Sara then remarked, "Well, I've heard he's quite the lady's man but he always is completely professional with me. Somehow, I doubt Matt has the equipment he's looking for!"
I shook my head, completely humiliated for some reason. So, Huan hasn't screwed Sara but I'm lacking the proper equipment. If she only knew that he had sampled my pussy and throat maybe she'd think a bit differently about him -- but then if she did know, she'd obviously think differently about me -- and probably NOT positively. Damn....why had my life become a total catch-22?
Thankfully, the day quickly began to get busy. At one point as I hung up the phone from dealing with a client, Dave got my attention by tapping on his coffee mug and said, "Matt, you know how I like my coffee, hurry up and get me some!" It wasn't a suggestion, but an order!
Why was it that all the guys I encountered seemed to act as if they could order me around...like it was my job to cook, clean, fetch their coffee or bend over? Had it been this way all along?
When I got home, Alex was already there and preparing to leave. "Matt, I left a list of things you need to do before I get back. I've got to run out for awhile. I'm meeting some buds for a few brews down at the Pub. I'll see you later," he said as he quickly dashed out the door.
I never had a chance to question his "order" -- a first in our now less than balanced friendship. I no longer seemed like an equal to anyone and I felt a bit frustrated. Why was I at the bottom of the heap?
Still, I didn't hesitate much and went and found his list on the kitchen table. Alex was a bit of a neat freak and wanted some of the common areas of our condo touched up. What surprised me, however, was that he had put doing his laundry on the list. THAT had never been my responsibility before.
To get to it, I had to go into his room. I don't know why I didn't question his order but soon found myself dumping his dirty laundry on the floor and sorting the whites and coloreds. Almost as if by second nature, I found myself sniffing his jock strap and assorted underwear. The aroma was purely masculine -- full of hot, masculine musk. My dick got hard instantly. Damn, I wanted to whip out my cock and jerk off...but then remembered that Tan would punish me if I did.
Fearful but aroused, I quickly grabbed the whites off the floor and got the first load going. I was flustered when the doorbell rang. I really wasn't expecting anyone as it was only about 6:30 p.m. and I thought Tan would stop by later. Low and behold, it was Sarah and Dave. Sarah insisted they stop by and let Dave see where I lived. She brazenly pushed by me and led Dave into the Condo.