Page 25 of The Grumpy Vet
Linus clears his throat. "Kiss each other."
And without a second's hesitation, I yank Dario by the back of his neck and start making out with him, our tongues lapping and sharing and licking up Linus's load until every last drop of it is gone.
Okay,thatwas the hottest thing I've ever done.
Linus
I'm at work, and I have a boner.
I guess I can add that to the list of unexpected things that have taken place these past few days.
Requesting Ryde and Dario make out in front of me after giving me a rubdown? That's one.
Accepting Dario's offer to kiss Ryde, and Ryde's to kiss Dario? That's two.
Being treated to an epic double blowjob by two of the sexiest guys I have ever met, ending in a creamy facial and sloppy make-out session where they snowballed my cum between themselves? That's the pièce de fucking résistance.That'sthe reason why I'm sitting at my desk with my cock throbbing in my pants when I should be working on a new work roster for next month.
But how am I meant to concentrate on anything after having the hottest sexual experience I've had in my forty-one years on this earth? I haven't been able to think of anything else. I've been a walking hard-on ever since. Fisting my cock in the shower provides momentary relief, but it doesn't last long. I haven't been this horned up since I was a teenager. It's like being with Ryde and Dario has reignited some long-forgotten, dormant part of myself, and now that the beast is awake, the beast wantsmore.
Specifically, the beast wants to return the favour and get a taste of the guys because, unfortunately, when I tried to reciprocate, I wasn't thinking with my big head. I moved a little too quickly and ended up straining my quad again.
It wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first time, but it did kill the mood. They made sure I was okay then left shortly after, leaving me with a desperate longing, a need to complete an unfinished desire.
The three of us have crossed paths at work these past few days, and I'm happy to say there hasn't been any trace of awkwardness. If anything, doing what we did seems to have popped some invisible bubble between Ryde and myself, and things have felt easier and more natural. He seems more relaxed around me, and I find myself looking at him and smiling for no reason.
Dario is great, too. Not only has he proven he's a fantastic vet, he's also slotted in seamlessly with the others. We have a lotof big personalities around here, and yet he's somehow found a way to bringhisbig personality into the mix in a way that's fun and playful without being over the top and taking the chaos level to eleven. An incredibly difficult feat to achieve.
And I think the three of us are doing a good job of keeping things professional. Fantasising about the guys snowballing my cum aside, that is. But I only ever allow myself to indulge in those fantasies when I'm alone. In the theatre, during a joint consultation, or when we're hanging out in the staff lounge, the three of us haven't said or done anything to arouse any suspicion in the team. Which is good because no matter what happens next, I want to keep what's happening between us private. I value my privacy above all else. That hasn't changed.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come in," I call out.
The door opens, and Dario enters, followed by Ryde. "You busy?" Dario asks.
"It can wait," I say, pushing myself away from the computer and gesturing to the two seats on the other side of my desk. "What's up?"
The guys sit down. "Well, we were just wondering if we could come over for a gym session after work today?"
I smile at Dario. "I've told you several times you don't need to ask. Come over whenever you like."
"And I've told you several times it feels weird if I don't clear it with you first. But thank you."
"So, was that it?"
"Not exactly," Dario replies, then glances over at Ryde. A barely there nod passes between them.
Ryde clears his throat. "We've, uh, been talking about, you know, what happened the other day."
I lean back in my chair. "Uh-huh."
I've been wondering about that. They live together, so what was the ride back to Ryde's place like? When they woke up the next day, did they feel anything different? Was it awkward? Did they feel weirded out by what we'd done?
I can't be sure of it, but I suspect they'd never kissed each other before our time together, which means it's also more than likely they'd never shared a cock, either. How has doing something likethatimpacted their friendship?
Ryde takes a deep breath then says, "We wanted to check in with you. Make sure things are okay at your end."
Oh. I wasn't expecting that.
They've been thinking about me? About how I'm doing? An unfamiliar flutter stirs in my chest. I guess I'm not used to people caring about me, which sounds about as sad and pathetic as it is.
