Page 42 of The Chemist

A gentle breeze wafted into the hallway, causing Diesel to pause. Zero’s bedroom door was open slightly, probably to allow the air from the open window and bedroom fan to circulate and help keep the bedroom cool.

Curious, he took a few steps closer and carefully peeked through the tiny space between the door and the frame.

Inside, Zero was passed out, lying naked on his belly, two perfect globes pointed upward.

Diesel licked his lips.

Zero’s ass was a thing of beauty. Muscular, firm, smooth to the touch. Not to mention the man has this sexy-as-fuck tattoo that runs up his left thigh and up his left butt cheek.

Fuck, could he be any sexier?

When it came to sex, Diesel was an equal-opportunity man. He liked it all. Top, bottom, side, you name it. He ended up either just doing oral or bottoming most of the time because guys seemed to have difficulty taking his dick. When he did find a guy who was brave enough to take his cock, he liked to fuck them doggy style so he could watch their ass jiggle as it slammed up against his pelvis.

Fuck.Diesel looked down at his joggers which were now sporting an awkward tent.

Good thing Chase and Jared were still out watching the doc.

A groan escaped Zero’s lips, and his body slowly turned onto its back.

Holy. Shit.

The man was sporting some major wood. Like a mighty oak, the man’s thick mushroom head pointed directly at the retired underwear model’s face.

Do rough-looking construction-type men have underwear brands that they model?If so, Zero would be the perfect model for the job. His tattoos, firm jaw, rough tanned skin, and perfectly manicured facial hair all added to that rough tradie man fantasy that so many people craved.

Another groan. This one followed by a sultry breath of air.

Boner pressing tight against his sweats, Diesel gripped the head of his cock and gave it a little squeeze.

Fuck, he was horny.

He should go back to his room and give it a wank. Might help him fall asleep after all.

The bed shifted, catching Diesel’s attention once again.

This time, Zero’s right hand gripped his cock by the base, giving it a firm squeeze.

A breath escaped Zero’s lips. Those perfect, supple lips. Diesel wondered what they tasted like.

Probably like whiskey and bad choices.

His favorite taste.

Slowly, Zero’s legs shifted, giving him better access to his throbbing hard cock.

Diesel watched as the tattooed slab of beef began working his length, up and down. Nice and slow.

Another moan escaped Zero’s lips, eyes remaining closed as his body fucked up into his tight grip.

“Yeah, take that cock, you mouthy little shit,” Zero whispered.

Diesel’s boner reacted as if the man had been speaking directly to him. Against his sweats, his cock bounced and throbbed, begging to be released and join in the fun happening in the next room.

All around Diesel, shadows whispered their judgment. Yes, he was being a perv and violating the man’s privacy. But howmuch privacy could the horny dude want when he was yanking his dick with his bedroom door half open.

Barely open.

Slightly open.

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