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“That’s it. Good boy. Open up wide for me.”

Holy fuck!Oscar was gonna blow in his pants if Gregory kept talking like that.

Gregory started with gentle thrusts, pushing a bit more of his cock down Oscar’s throat each time, almost teasing. Oscar focussed on his breathing, gripping Gregory’s thighs and encouraging him to go deeper with each thrust. He obliged, going harder. Gregory gripped Oscar’s hair so tightly it stung, but the pleasure of having his mouth used was winning the battle.

The thrusts become more frantic. It was clear Gregory was close to the edge, and Oscar couldn’t wait to taste him. He was achingly hard, but he’d deal with his own release later. For now, he was on his knees, happy to serve. He could hear Gregory’s breaths becoming more rapid as his hips snapped back and forth, his meaty cock repeatedly hitting the back of Oscar’s throat.

Oscar was getting a teaser taste as Gregory’s cock continued to leak on his tongue, and he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he didn’t realise at first that Gregory was trying to push him off. He doubled down, wanting to milk him dry, but Gregory was surprisingly strong. Maybe he didn’t want to come yet, so he could fuck Oscar again. The thought made his body shiver in anticipation. Nobody had ever fucked him like that before.

After a firmer push, Oscar released Gregory’s cock from his mouth with a dirty sounding pop. His eyes were watering from the glorious throat fucking he’d just had, so it took him a few seconds to realise Gregory was wanking himself off. The first shot of come hit Oscar in the face, and he instinctively closed his eyes. That stuff stung like a bitch. He could feel the warm fluid covering his face, and Gregory moaned through his release.

There was a shuffling sound, and Oscar felt for his eyes, not wanting to open them before he knew there was no spunk there. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away the mess from his face as best he could, unable to resist having a taste – delicious!

He opened his eyes to see Gregory was all buttoned up like nothing had happened. Gregory patted him on the cheek and gave a brief smile before walking back towards the house, and Oscar fell on his back, not caring what he was doing to his clothes. It was only when he reached down to his crotch that he realised he’d come in his pants whilst being used by Gregory. He couldn’t help but smile, knowing he’d happily do it again, without hesitation.

CHAPTER5

GREGORY

The last three weeks since his birthday had been a disaster; if anything could go wrong, it had. He’d even had to sack two people from his company for unprofessional behaviour, which was putting it mildly. Why he was having to deal with racism and sexism in this day and age was ludicrous. Jason had helped him out, after suggesting he hire an HR person, and had recommended someone. Gregory was meeting them later in the week. Hopefully, they could start in the New Year because December had arrived too quickly and it was now the countdown to Christmas.

He employed less than a hundred people, and half of them were remote so he’d never thought he needed HR. The last few weeks had changed his mind. His company was about the same size, employee wise, as Montgomery Equity. Not that he was thinking about Oscar. He’d been trying to put that man out of his mind. He felt ashamed that he’d fucked around with his high-school bully and then gone back for seconds. The man ticked all his boxes – not only the way he looked, but his willingness to submit. Gregory didn’t regard himself as a Dom, though he’d explored that lifestyle and done a lot of research, which was always his approach if he didn’t fully understand something. There were a lot of categories out there for sexual preferences. Gregory knew his friends would say he shouldn’t put himself in a box, but he preferred things to be categorised and neat. He saw himself as more of a Dom Top than an outright Dom. He only liked to be in control of sex and had no interest in doing it in other parts of his life. He’d also experimented with a few things, and worked out his limits. There weren’t many jocks who wanted to get tied up, spanked, and fucked by a nerd, but there were plenty who enjoyed a good dicking, which was enough for Gregory. To find someone who wanted to go that bit further would be his dream match, but he doubted it was something Oscar would ever go for, which was a good thing. It was hard enough to get him out of his head without Gregory imagining him tied down, with that delicious arse in the air, all red from a spanking and begging to be fucked.

Gregory never talked about his own sex life with his friends, but Jason was a nosy fucker and had worked it out after he saw a rugby player hobbling out in the early hours of the morning. He wasn’t sure what the others knew, but they’d said nothing. To him, sex was often transactional rather than emotional. It’s how he was wired. Gregory hadn’t really experienced affection as a child; even before his parents disowned him, they’d shown little interest. Barty’s had been a complicated birth, and he’d always had a stronger bond with their mother because of it. And boyfriends... he’d never had one, just a few regular fuck buddies when he was at university, but when they’d become attached, he’d ended things. Since then he’d just used sex to relieve tension when needed, and never did repeats. Oscar had been the first exception in years.

It had been obvious from how pliant and willing Oscar was when they’d fucked that he didn’t find someone to meet his needs often. You only had to look at him and assume he was a top, but Gregory knew better. He’d suspected it for a while, but during that encounter in his office he’d quickly realised Oscar was more than willing for Gregory to take control. And now he was getting hard in his office again.

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.

“Gregory,” shouted Hannah,

He jerked in surprise, his eyes flying open. She had a look of concern on her face.

“Sorry, deep in thought.”

“Anything you want to share with the class?”

He felt his cheeks heat.

“Thought so,” she said, smiling.

“You thought nothing. What do you want?”

“I know you said not to disturb you for anyone, but your dad has called half a dozen times. He said he was going to come down here if you didn’t call him back.”

What the hell was going on? His father never called him.

“I’ll call him now.”

Gregory looked at his silenced phone and saw twenty missed calls, all from his father. His stomach churned and his chest tightened. This couldn’t be good news. Hannah left him to it. He took a deep breath and called. His father answered immediately. It was worse than he expected.

“Fix this,” snapped Rupert. His father hadn’t let up since he arrived.

“How is this my problem?” he said, keeping his voice low. They were outside the intensive care unit.

“He’s your brother. He’d do the same for you.”

Fat fucking chance of that ever happening!

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