susurrus
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I was really glad Aleksi had softened toward me. There was no doubt he was a hard man, and I was really surprised he liked sex with men, but even tough types like him apparently have their vices.
The promise of women from time to time made the notion of being Aleksi's boy toy a little easier to take. I still didn't necessarily care for being fucked by a man, but given the alternative, what choice did I really have? Hell, when I compared being Aleksi's fuck boy to what the guy had got when I'd been caught filming, I guessed things could have been a lot worse.
Aleksi's bathroom was bigger than my entire apartment. I could have practically swum laps in the bathtub - which also had jacuzzi jets - and a shower stall big enough to hold a fucking orgy in.
I used the toilet, then got in the shower. There were little shower spouts all up and down the stall wall, and it looked like the entire ceiling was a huge shower head. Screwing with the controls, I was pummeled from all sides by water while a thunderless rainstorm poured down on me.
Damn. I could get used to this shit. Still, I didn't want this tenderness and caring to turn into pissed off and impatient, so while I dearly wanted to stand there and get beaten by a pulp by the shower, I figured I better get it over with.
When I emerged from the bathroom finally, drying my hair with a towel but not bothering to cover up, I discovered Aleksi had ordered a feast.
"Wow," I gushed. "This looks great. Are you going to feel up to fucking after eating so much?"
The promise of women from time to time made the notion of being Aleksi's boy toy a little easier to take. I still didn't necessarily care for being fucked by a man, but given the alternative, what choice did I really have? Hell, when I compared being Aleksi's fuck boy to what the guy had got when I'd been caught filming, I guessed things could have been a lot worse.
Aleksi's bathroom was bigger than my entire apartment. I could have practically swum laps in the bathtub - which also had jacuzzi jets - and a shower stall big enough to hold a fucking orgy in.
I used the toilet, then got in the shower. There were little shower spouts all up and down the stall wall, and it looked like the entire ceiling was a huge shower head. Screwing with the controls, I was pummeled from all sides by water while a thunderless rainstorm poured down on me.
Damn. I could get used to this shit. Still, I didn't want this tenderness and caring to turn into pissed off and impatient, so while I dearly wanted to stand there and get beaten by a pulp by the shower, I figured I better get it over with.
When I emerged from the bathroom finally, drying my hair with a towel but not bothering to cover up, I discovered Aleksi had ordered a feast.
"Wow," I gushed. "This looks great. Are you going to feel up to fucking after eating so much?"