*Ding* my phone chimed as it recieved a message. Expecting an offer from my boyfriend to come hang out after he finished with his tutoring session, i rushed to check the message. Opening i found it was not from my boyfriend, but a new coworker that had just recently moved into town.
"Hey Lewis, sorry to reach out to you but... i don't really know anyone else yet... do you think you could come help me get some stuff situated in my new place? My fiance has been really riding my ass..."
I rolled my eyes, sure i gravitated towards him cause he was hot. And he knew i was gay, but he couldn't very well expect me to do his bidding just cause that could he? I barely knew him!
"I am not sure, my boyfriend is busy and we're supposed to have dinner tonight..." i responded trying to politely tell him no.
"Aw man, i understand. Just have some dressers and this big ass mirror my girlfriend just had to have but i can't hang it up by myself"
I started to respond when a video clip came through, curiosity got the better of me to see if his girlfriend had any taste. I opened it and to my utter non-surprise... the mirror was extremely ugly... but as he got closer to the mirror i saw he was only wearing skimpy lil grey shorts that were barely holding in a monsterous cock. I rewatched the video a couple times, theres no way he didnt notice or was oblivious to what he had just shown me.
I was tounge tied on what to say to him, when he sent another message. "I promise I'll take care of you in any way you need, as a thanks."
Did... did he just not so subtly promise to fuck me for helping him? I was in a relationship, but i couldnt stop rewatching the video. His cock
.. i had to see if he was serious, i sent a quick message to my boyfriend and told him was going to help a friend wouldn't be home if he got home soon, but would see him for dinner. Getting my coworkers address i made my way to the nicer side of town and he greeted me in the door in the sexy shorts.
He did most of the heavy lifting, and by the end of it we were both out of breath and sweaty. No further hints of him getting naked, i started to get angier and felt used. When we were done he wanted to do a final walk through as i was heated and preparing to leave.
"Hey bro! This dresser, i think it needs to go right just a little bit!" He shouted, and i screamed at myself for not already leaving.
When i got to the room though, he was lounged back in his bed, the shorts on the dresser and his 9 inch cock draped lazily across his thigh. He just smirked and said "told you i would take care of you..." he ran a hand over his body. "Get naked." He demanded.
I never made it to dinner that night, we did move the dresser... well he did in one of the many times he bred me. His thrusts were hard and so fucking good. My BF didn't forgive me for missing our anniversary dinner, honestly. Not even a little regretful. I have a new regular fuck buddy.