As his fucking continued, I figured the condom was meant for easy cleanup. His would end up in me as usual, but mine would splatter on the table and floor. Or worse, my pants. Covering my cock meant there was no need to wipe cum off anything or anyone.
Alec turned my face to make out with him while his pace picked up. Both in my ass and on my cock. That angle hit all the delightful spots inside. Thinking about how crumpled our clothes would be after made it better.
“You’re gonna get me off,” I said, my face smoothed between his hand and lips.
“Me too. Let’s come together.”
“Fuck yeah. Breed my ass in the office, sir…”
“Gonna load you up for the rest of the day, Blackwood!”
“Oh fuck, Alec! I’m coming!”
“AAGH,” Alec groaned as he brought both of us to orgasm.
I couldn’t feel his pulses inside me since I was having my own. Hearing his grunting in my ear as I filled in the condom ensured that any lingering annoyance with him melted to nothing.
He held me tight, and I felt him flex his cock inside a few times. “Fuck. That was good,” he said, loosening his grip.
“I assume you weren’t kidding, and want me to keep your load in me till we get home?”
“You know me so well, Blackwood.” He smirked. “Almost. C’mere.”
Alec took hold of my deflating cock and removed the condom, ensuring no semen spilled anywhere it wasn’t meant.
“What was with that, anyway? Just to keep tidy? Leave no evidence?”
“Not exactly,” he said, turning me back to the table and gently bending me over again.
“What are you—”
“Shhh.”
I felt his finger poking into my freshly fucked hole, and turned around to see what the hell he was doing. It wasn’t just his finger. Alec was shoving the open end of the condom into my ass.
“What the fuck are you—”
“Shhh,” he said with the evilest face I’d ever seen.
Then I felt it. He squeezed the condom, and my own cum squirted up into me. It was colder than what shot out of his cock, but much sexier, too. Really fucking kinky, kind of fucked up, weird as shit, but hot as fucking hell.
“Ohfuck, Alec.”
He chuckled and looked at me. “Not just mine. Both our loads for the rest of the day. At least it’s after lunch.” His grin grew wider and more devious, and I wished he could fuck a third load into me.
“That’s fucking hot, man.”
“I know,” he said with a goddamn giggle as he finished up. “I’ll put another one in you when I get home. So long as I can wait that long, 'cause, uh…” he looked down at the returning erection in his pants.
I thought he had a cum fetish, but that just confirmed it. Be it eating each other’s, breeding me, feeding me my own—or breeding me with it—Alec found new ways to make sex, and the male sexual fluid, fun and hot.
It was hot but annoying as hell. My ass was wet for two hours, and I got sick of it about halfway through. But then I’d get a text from him saying something like, “You’re full of both our sperms,” or, “How’s my cum-filled, good boy doing?” and it stopped bothering me.
He made my favorite that night—pepperoni pizza casserole—but not before fulfilling his promise and fucking athird load into me as soon as he walked in the door. Without a word, he grabbed my face and kissed me. I smiled as his tongue forced its way inside.
I loved his weird sex games. It didn’t matter if things sometimes felt a little too settled. Or if we behaved a little too couple-like at my place. He was such a good roommate and cuddle partner. I never wanted anything to change.
Chapter Thirteen
