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“Good boy. You are doing so well, you are ready to take my cock, aren't you?” I said, while still pumping my fingers in and out of him.

“Yes Pup, I want your cock. I want you now. I am ready.” he said, feral with need.

I pulled my fingers out of his loosened hole and admired my work. His rim was stretched pink and dripping with lube. Beautiful. Leaning on top of him, I lined my tip with his needy hole and pressed in. Breathing into the back of his neck, his ring giving in easily and the tip of my cock slid in an inch with a ‘pop’ when it passed the mushroom head.

We both moaned at how good it felt, I pulsed my hips in small movements inching deeper, in his impossibly warm ass. I wanted to stay inside him forever.

My hips made contact with his ass when I bottomed out and we both groaned, mumbling unintelligible words to each other.

“Fuck me Pup, fuck me hard. I want to still feel you inside me when I wake up tomorrow. Please.” He was so fucking eager.

“I love when you are so needy baby,” I started moving, fucking into him, “What a good boy, taking my cock so well. You feel like heaven Alex, your hole is squeezing me so tightly, I won’t last long.” Blurting out dirty words at him, not knowing where they came from. But I loved it.

“I am your good boy, only yours. Fuck! Right there baby, right there.” The room filled with our grunts, moans and sounds of skin slapping. My head was spinning.

“I am made for your cock Sam, I am made for you.” he said, panting between words.

Speeding up my movements I pounded into him while he was writhing under me, I reached under him and grabbed his long, thick cock and began jerking him at the same time. I felt every ridge and vein of his swollen dick in my grip, feeling him twitching. He was so close too.

“Ahhh Sam! I am going to come!” He mumbled, barely holding himself together.

“You did so well for me. Come on my cock Alex, let me feel you.” I bit down onto his trap muscle, my orgasm building fast.

“Oh fuck Pup, YES! FUCK!” He cried out, his cock jerking in my hand spilling onto the mattress, while his ass was clenching on my cock making my stomach tighten.

I followed him over the edge, filling him up with my cum. Our breaths still choppy, stuttering through the last of our orgasms, we laid there, with me still buried deep in his ass. Our bodies warm, fitting perfectly together as if it was always meant to be. We stayed like that for a while before we had to get up and get a second shower.

Once we were clean again, we changed the bed sheets and dove right back in the bed cuddled for a while, before going to sleep. Just before I was about to turn the lights off, an idea popped into my head, so I asked, “Will you come tomorrow with me to the hardware store? I want to pick up all the paint and materials to make a sign for the front of the bakery.”

He smiled at me and said, “Of course I will baby. What do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking of bright neon colors, like blue and pink. We can try spray paint or normal paint and see which one looks better.” I told him, getting excited.

“That’s a great idea, I want to help, it might be fun!” He looked genuinely interested.

Next morning after breakfast, we set off to the hardware store at the end of the main street. Tim, the owner, said he would deliver whatever we bought after the store closes later today so we got the shopping cart and started browsing. Such a simple thing, shopping around, talking, occasionally touching, laughing. I must be dreaming.

“Can I hold your hand Alex? We can push the cart with our free hands together?” Feeling silly.

“Yes Pup. Always.” He took my hand in his and bent down kissing me on the lips.

Browsing and chatting, just living in the moment, out of nowhere a shrieky voice startled me, “ALEX!?? What the hell are you doing with that man!? Have you lost your mind!?”

I froze, my pulse sped up. The blonde owner of the banshee voice, stood in front of us with her hands on her hips, framing a small rounded belly. Then it clicked. That's his bitch of an ex wife…SHIT.

“Tess?” Alex said, squinting his eyes, “I see that our divorce didn’t help with the volume of your voice... And what the hell do you mean what am I doing? I am shopping with my boyfriend, what does it look like I am doing?”

Her face contorted in all sorts of grimaces, as if she ate a sour lemon. It was actually amusing to watch.

“You are gay??!!! Well that explains it then, I knew there was something wrong with you.” She made a disgusted face at him.

He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arm around my shoulder protectively and I almost purred like a kitten. Damn I got spoiled quickly.

“No Tess, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me now. But I for sure must have drank some sort of poison, to stay married to your horrible and annoying self for as long as I did. Have a great life Tess. I hope you and Paul have a great life, I sure as hell will, knowing that I'm free from you. Let’s go Pup, we have paint to pick.” disdain oozing from his words.

I nodded and started walking, pride filling my chest. I love that he stood up to her. He deserves the world. “I am proud of you Honey.”

We returned home so I could make dinner and order posters with ‘HELP WANTED’ to distribute tomorrow. The Crew resumed the last bit of clean up work that needed to be done downstairs.