Page 25 of Back Room Host

I imagined him leaning over me, sliding his warm hands over my abs, and pulling down my shorts. As soon as I lay there naked, I spread my legs and gently pulled on my balls. A tingling sensation went through my body. I pushed out my chest and ran my hand over the stretched neck and through my hair. I rubbed my length harder, spread the precum on the glans, and continued to jerk off until a sigh escaped me.

It didn’t surprise me that Juri had such an effect on me. He had something gentle about him, yet at the same time, he seemed unafraid of any confrontation. He appeared fearless, and that turned me on.

My body moved in waves. Again and again, I thrust my hips forward, imagining Juri blowing me. Just the thought brought me a few steps closer to the edge. But I didn’t want to settle for that.

Lustfully, I rolled onto my stomach and spread a little lube on my fingers. While rubbing my hard-on on the bed, I slidmy hand between my butt cheeks and touched my hole. My breathing grew louder, and heat surged to my core. When I inserted my ring finger, I moaned.So good …

I pictured Juri sitting behind me, fingering me. This time, I penetrated with my middle finger, writhing in pleasure and clutching the pillow. I couldn’t wait any longer and reached for the dildo in the nightstand drawer. I lubed it up and ran it over my ass and between my cheeks. Slowly, I pushed it in, waiting, breathing, and pushing it in even deeper.

Fuck …

My cock twitched eagerly, so I jerked off with one hand while moving the dildo back and forth with the other. The waves came in shorter intervals, shaking my body until I needed a break. I didn’t want to come just yet; I liked the idea of being fucked by Juri too much.

I flipped back onto my back and spread my legs. I tried for a while to keep my hands away from my crotch, stroking my upper body, running my hands through my hair, and over my neck. But my cock demanded attention, and the dildo in my ass needed to be moved.

My body burned as I eagerly pushed out my chest and fucked myself even harder. At the same time, I jerked off my dick. Excited, I threw my head back, thrust my hips forward, and moaned with the tingling passion I was completely surrendered to.

I approached the edge. One last glance at my dripping tip, the pumping hand, and the dildo disappearing inside me, then my muscles clenched. Overwhelmed by hot lust, I was carried away by a warm wave. With a long moan, I squirted several times on myself, feeling the hot drops on my chest and stomach as I exhaled loudly.

As the last flashes flickered through my body, I ran my hand through my hair and continued to milk my penis. I imagined Juri and I coming together. It was just too good.

I will do everything to win him as my muse.

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Juri

I returned to the familiar routine that had proven itself over the years before my brief foray into the world of gastronomy. My week always started on Thursday and lasted until Tuesday. I worked a lot. Depending on bookings, I could serve up to three clients a day. But as much as I tried to distract myself with work, I rarely scheduled multiple bookings in a week. I preferred giving my full attention to one client per day rather than rushing through them by the hour.

Furthermore, I tried to hit the gym at least three times a week. While I was far from being a muscle hunk, in my line of work, it was important to look good naked. So, it didn’t hurt to shape the body with some strength training and keep it active with cardio. Endurance was not to be underestimated, after all.

I knew I should have gotten a new apprenticeship as soon as possible, but I had no idea in which field. Plus, at my age, it was better to have a recommendation letter to even get a foot in the door. But with my resume, that wasn’t so easy. Even if I lied, I couldn’t make myself six years younger, just to cover up the gap in my CV. So, with every client I met, I pondered whether I could possibly ask them for a reference letter.

And so, a busy week flew by, and I begrudgingly admitted to myself that I had thought about Luca at least 164 times. I just can’t stop thinking about him. The scene of the platinum blond prince catching me like a fair maiden played repeatedly in my mind. Just remembering the moment made me feel the crackle between us again. I wanted to puke at the cheesiness of it all. And yet, a smile crept onto my face every time I thought of him. I convinced myself that it was because of his rock-hard body, which I had felt under his beige sweater.

How can he be so fit?

It seemed like I was a lightweight to him.

This guy keeps getting more interesting.

When I locked the door behind me on Monday evening to meet a client, I encountered Romero in the stairwell.

“Juri! Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you for days.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about? I didn’t get any messages.”

“But of course! I’ve called you at least three times a day since Thursday!”

“Nonsense!” I said, glancing at my phone. “There’s nothing here.”

Romero held out his phone to me. “Here! See?!”

“It says Juri D. I’m Juri V.! Dammit, Romero!”

“Mierda! But I also knocked on your door! You were never there!”

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