Careful What You Click For by Mary B. Morrison

Author:Mary B. Morrison [Morrison, Mary B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2020-03-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 32

Kingston

Cheshire Bridge Road summoned his dick like a moth to a flame. Midspring, Mother Nature’s high had maxed at a never-seen-before ninety-two degrees, but the heat index registered over a hundred.

Kingston drove from church to a gas station. A quick change of clothing from his usher uniform into a black zipped-up, long-sleeved lightweight cotton jacket and matching sweatpants, baseball cap, tennis shoes, and he found himself back in the basement.

Searching the dimly lit room, he saw a man’s physique that matched that of the suitor’s profile on the app NoStringsIntended. Kingston sat next to the guy, then whispered his code, “Sushi.”

“Purple,” the guy replied, using his secret word.

They didn’t waste time relocating to a private room. Kingston lowered his waistband to his knees. No need to remove his pants. They were going into the trash soon as he got back to his new home.

“Hit it raw, man. It’ll feel better,” the guy said, removing his shorts.

Ignoring him, Kingston rolled the condom to the base of his shaft. Penetrating the guy from behind, Kingston felt the guy’s sphincter muscle contract tightly around his shaft. Each time Kingston tried to pull out all the way, he only managed to get one inch out; then he was stuck again.

“Hey, man, ease up,” Kingston said.

“You should’ve taken the condom off,” the guy said. “No worries. I took care of it for you.”

Kingston gripped the base of his shaft, then pulled. When he was halfway out, the guy suctioned him all the way back in.

“Man, I’m not going to do this with you. Let go of my dick,” Kingston demanded, wanting to punch the guy in the back of his fucking head.

People in Georgia were being arrested for stupid shit, like destroying someone’s cell phone. Plus, if Kingston were to assault this dude, he’d publicly expose himself. Frustrated, he stroked fast and hard until they ejaculated.

Pushing forcefully with his muscles, the guy ejected Kingston’s penis, then the condom, from his rectum.

“Didn’t that feel great, man?” he asked. “Angry sex is my favorite. Once you got worked up, you were a rough maniac, man. Just the way I like it, dude.”

Kingston removed the soiled condom from the crotch of his sweats, tossed it in the trash. He ripped two cleansing towels off the rack, wiped himself off, then threw them in the can. He wasn’t a kid anymore. But he still didn’t want anyone to catch him coming out of a place that he shouldn’t have been in.

Pulling his hood over his head, he opened the door, trotted up the stairs, exited the facility, then jogged to his car. En route to his home, Kingston had to admit to himself that he enjoyed the experience and was definitely going to start going raw, but only with Theodore.

A quick shower, change of clothing—white-and-black button-up, white slim-fit slacks, and black leather Italian shoes—and he was on his way to Bar Purgatory to meet up with the group.

A call registered from Theodore. Kingston answered, “Hey, man, what’s up?”

Truth was, he missed Theodore.

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