“Carter, Sir.”
“And?”
He remains still. “Pete and Tom were KIA.”
“Yes.”
“Parker is married, I think. And so is Charlie, I believe.”
“Yes.” He’s got a great memory. Or he’s been stalking Carter and my family.
“Jason was older than Pete and Tom and Carter.”
“Yes. So?”
“You’re Gene or Jason.”
“Turn around and sit up.”
He does, his cock going hard as he stares up into my face.
I let him sit there for a moment. “So I’ll ask you again—do you think you could come to feel something for me?”
He nods, stunned as he stares at me.
I’ll give him that freebie, considering how compliant he’s been.
“Do you understand now that I mean it when I say if you work with me, I won’t kill you?”
He nods.
“And do you understand I mean it that, obviously, Carter and his family are in no danger?”
He nods again. He’s still staring at my face, fascinated.
Fuck, that’s great for a guy’s ego.
“I’m going to leave you to eat your breakfast and digest this development,” I tell him. “Any questions?”
“Yes, Sir. Are you Gene or Jason?”
I could let him dangle for a little longer, but again, the whole give and take thing. I need this process to proceed quickly. “I’m Jace. And, yes, I’m gay. And no, none of my family knows I’m gay any more than we knew Carter was bi.” I gently close the door behind me.
* * * *
I fuck him at lunch time because he’s once again in position, lubed and ready when I open the door.
And his cock’s hard.
This time, I roll him onto his back and fuck him face-to-face, his legs pushed up and back, bent at the knees, and let him jerk his own cock.
The entranced look on his face as he watches me makes it difficult for me to hold back my orgasm until he comes, but when he does, I follow immediately.
“Good boy.” I untangle myself from him and clean up and still he lays there, staring.
I point to his mess. “Get busy.”
He realizes what I mean and immediately starts cleaning up his come.
