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Kirin barely had time to respond to Jai's hissed threat before Jai's long hard cock was poking into his navel, his shirt tossed somewhere across the room by the sleazy Sharma brother.
"Wanna SHOW?" Jai, pupils blown wide, shouted as he twisted Kirin's dark, round nipples.
"Uhhh..." Kirin said, hating himself for feeling his half-hard cock stiffening to full mast in his tight blue jeans.
Jai grinned wide, squeezing Kirin's bulge as hard as he could.
Before Kirin could do anything but shout, Jai tossed everything - including a very expensive laptop - off the desk, laying flat on his taut stomach.
"Here!" he said, tossing Kirin a white packet from a nearby drawer.
"M-man, we can't..."
"You already HAVE!" Jai shouted, spreading his cheeks to show Kirin the jackpot. "And you LOVED it!"
Kirin had snorted some of Jai's coke a few months earlier to help him with a business meeting, and while he wouldn't recommend hard drugs in the office, they'd given him the balls to close the deal. They'd also given him big bull balls of cum, to the point where if Jai hadn't overdosed and needed to be dumped on hospital grounds, he probably would have gone for a gangbang with half the men in the village. Instead he'd settled for fucking some DILF at the Malt Shovel who looked like Cain if you were...really really high. When Kirin wasn't high, he looked more like Zak. Not that Zak was all that shabby when you're as horny as Kirin is even without the...
"Fuck it," Kirin said as he opened the packet, knowing if he was debating the sex appeal of Zak Dingle, he was already too far gone.
"Right 'ere!" Jai shouted, smacking his thin, light brown cheeks as he ground his hard dick against the hard desk.
"Whatever you say, sir," Kirin smirked, getting the line ready with shaky hands and an even shakier memory.
The coke went to his head - the one on his shoulders, then once the rush was through, the one between his thighs. Thighs soon decamped of denim as he shoved his jeans down, rubbing the base of his King Kotecha against a cool brass drawer handle as he dove into Jai's sweaty, damp hole.
"Can't get enough..." Jai taunted as Kirin licked away any residue, long tongue wedged deep in Jai's damp exit, so blissed out he barely remembered to breathe. "Ohhhhh Gooooooddddddddd..." Jai hissed, pushing his arse back onto Kirin's face, wanking himself in such a frenzy Kirin wondered if he'd break it off. Kirin was pulling fast on his own meat, slathering the prize prick with his steady drops of pre-cum. He looked down at the angry length and at his belt torn out of the loops, and smirked.
"Gonna fuck you soooo hard," Jai boasted.
"Nah - don't think so," Kirin said, matter-of-factly, but with lust and power on the edges.
Jai turned, sneer at the ready, but was unprepared for the leather belt loops soon encircled around his long neck.
Before he could protest, Kirin, crouched behind him on the desk, pulled him backward for a deep kiss.
"I'm going to plow you like a field," Kirin said, slowly, biting Jai's pouting, protesting lips. "Dunno what that means, but I like it."
Jai glared, but his shaft throbbed in Kirin's palm.
"Oh yes. Yes. Yes," Kirin whispered as he began filling Jai up, not slow enough to be gentle, but not fast enough to hurt. "So tight. So tight."
"Do it, do it..." Jai said, as hungry for cock as he was for drugs and power and everything else.
Kirin tugged on the belt again.
"Be. Quiet."
Jai whimpered, but did as told.
Kirin quickened his pace, knowing the cleaning people would be in soon...and knowing the desk was about to break from their combined weight.
"Ugh..." Jai panted, resting his back against Kirin's sweaty chest, his hand on top of Kirin's as Kirin tugged at his tight, smooth ballsac.
"Shh..." Kirin said, kissing him softer this time. "You're so good, Jai," he murmured, loving that Jai was helpless in his arms, helpless to the shudders as Kirin traced a thumbnail over his glans. "You'll do anything I want...just a slut for my big dick..."
Jai tried another snarl, but a sharp thrust from Kirin turned it into a whimper. Jai knew it was true, knew it even as he eagerly buried his face in Kirin's shaved pit to avoid the humiliation of the younger's smug grin as knowing the great Jai Sharma was broken.
"Oh yeah," Kirin managed one last time, teeth in Jai's lean shoulder when he felt the cum building and waiting to go. "My bitch...Jai Sharma's MY bit..."
He didn't manage any more, just a long, pained groan in Jai's purple, well-bitten-and-bruised neck as he flooded him with pent-up seed.
Jai blew his own load soon after, staining the desk, managing another few spurts as he greedily reached back to scoop up some cum leaking from his well-used hole, loving the torrid taste of an 18-year old slab of cockmeat.
Kirin gently kissed Jai's shoulder blade as he slowly pulled out, not-so-gently nudging Jai off the desk to lay flat on his back, legs spread wide, laughing and heavily breathing, sweat running down his nose and into his mouth.
"Best. Fuck. Ever." Kirin said, slowly, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, well..." Jai smirked, still thinking he was in control, as he limped to put his jeans on, not bothering with his tattered shirt. "Next time I'm on top."
"Oh yeah man," Kirin joked, Jai grinning as he didn't get that it was a joke.
As Kirin was feeling generous, he hooked his beefy legs under his arms, giving Jai a front row glimpse of the puckering hole that had gone unfucked since Cain's epic battering of him on his living room sofa.
Jai gave him a thumbs up and a ch-ch teeth clack, and, to Kirin's stomach-hurting guffaws, finger guns, before leaving.
"What an idiot..." Kirin said, casually stroking his still-hard cock, reluctantly coming down from his high. "God he was good though. Wow."
The beep-beep-beep from his battery woke him from his haze enough to pick the mobile out of the chair.
It had taped the whole thing. The whole damn thing.
He knew he should erase it - a rising (in more ways than one) young businessman, son of a respected barrister, snorting coke and playing bondage with the town heel.
He almost did, but he saw Cain's name on his contact list...imagined Cain seeing it, probably fuming, but still digging into those tight blue jeans he filled out so well, beating his meat in the toilet while perfect wifey snored away.
Kirin aimed the phone upward, a further-away shot as he pooled his and Jai's cumdrops and began to finger fuck himself with them.
As he blew another, agonizing load, seed coating his phone and the hand holding it, he hit "send."
"Don't say I didn't get ya a Christmas pressie, Cain," Kirin smirked as he drifted off to sleep.
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David had had some of the best sex of his life - and he'd had a LOT of good sex - since the night not all that long ago that Nikhil had jumped him in the kitchen. He still hadn't managed to get Nikhil to let him do more than feast on that breathakingly toned and tasty arse, but he was patient. He and Nikhil had christened every room in the house...and every room at the B&B while he was taking care of it for his holiday-taking dad. He was pretty sure he'd seen Finn hiding in a pantry tossing one off the night Nikhil had fucked him on the dining room table, cake batter as lube, whipped cream and chocolate smeared on Nikhil's well-trimmed chest and David's well-licked lips. He'd nearly asked Finn to join them, dick aching at the image of Nikhil creaming all over those glasses and pout, but he knew Nikhil wasn't ready for that yet either.
Even this - David wearing nothing but his red pinny and designer stubble, Nikhil standing behind him, shirt sleeves neatly rolled up, sensible tie tucked into his shirt as he sodomized David over his shop counter - was wild for his shy but very sexy new lover.
"C'mon Nicky...that's..."
Nikhil yanked him back by the hair, glaring.
"Don't call me 'Nicky,'" he said, deadly serious as he kissed David loud and forceful, leaving delicious bruises.
"I-I wooooooaaahhhhhh..." David babbled as Nikhil began fucking him fast, pressure so strong his knees nearly gave out.
"I forgot my productivity report!" Nikhil offered as to why he'd picked up the pace.
"Seem pretty productive ta ME!" David managed between the locomotions in his arse and Nikhil's soft hand pumping him home.
Then a beep...and another beep...and a third...and David thought it was a fun new ringtone, but the fun was over when Nikhil abruptly broke off their flesh connection.
"That's the office alarm," Nikhil said, apologetically, awkwardly stuffing his swinging meat back into his too-tight boxers.
"This isn't fair!" David whined, slapping his tight arse in protest, hoping it would remind Nikhil of what he was giving up.
"We'll finish later," Nikhil promised, untucking his tie as he briskly walked out of the shop.
"You...you...boner-killer," David grimaced, not even able to call Nikhil that, as he was still hard.
He just needed to get fucked. He'd forgotten how much he'd loved taking dick and he wasn't going to get out of the habit.
Looking at the produce, a wicked idea came to mind.
He grabbed the right size cucumber, stroking it in his hand as he went to get a lubed condom.
"See what you're makin' me do?" he muttered to himself as he tossed off his pinny and stretched out on the immaculately clean shop floor, raising his hips enough to begin inserting the thick cucumber inside his hungry hole.
He closed his eyes, pretending it was Nikhil, ignoring that he hadn't bothered to lock the door after his secret boyfriend had hurriedly left.
"What are ya doin'?" he suddenly heard, the voice of a man. A very bewildered man.
David was embarrassed...even more embarrassed at the sight of the chiseled stud catching him out, a moment of shame made even worse when his dick jumped.
"Erm...I....health and safety procedures?"