Bex peeled her eyes from the television when I walked through the door.

“Good night?” she asked.

“The best.” I replied. “What about you?”

“My toes are still curled.” She exhaled. I kind of guessed it had been an energetic night because she looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Her hair was a mess.

“Jesus – was it that good?”

“Practically pornographic. I’m sure the guy was some sort of gymnast.”

I slumped onto the sofa next to her, engrossed. “Details. All of them and don’t leave out anything. Not one single inch, you hear?” I cast an eye over her hair, trying not to laugh, but she knew me too well.

She tried to press her hair flat. “You’re filthy, you are.”

“Well, I was as good as gold last night, so I’m glad one of us got lucky.”

“What, no sex?”

“Not a sniff. Cuddled up all night, then he cooked for me and dropped me off. The perfect gentleman.”

“Oh, yuck,” she replied and we both erupted into fits of laughter. “How revolting.”

“I know,” I lied. But, I was more than a little smitten with Jake, but at the back of my mind was Declan. I couldn’t forget him no matter how hard I tried. A love triangle wasn’t something I ever envisaged myself being a part of, but these two guys were rocking my world, and if I had to choose, right now, I don’t think I could.

“Well, your night sounds boring as hell, so I’ll tell you all about mine.”

“You can start with how big his knob was.”

“Too big to fit in certain places that’s for sure.”

“Ooh,” I cooed. “Lucky bitch.”

* * *

Later that night, I was in bed. Too tired to go out ‘whoring’ as Jake had so charmingly put it. I picked up my phone and typed.

Seconds later came his reply.

I feel the same. Kinda can’t stop thinking about you. What you doing?

Why don’t you come and lie in my bed with me? I’m off work tomorrow and we can go out for a drive somewhere in the morning. You can buy me breakfast.

I was so tempted and hesitated with my reply whilst I thought about it.

Yep. Wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t. Give me ten minutes and I’ll drive over and get you.

Don’t be daft. See you in ten x

Cheeky!

I jumped out of bed and flew to my wardrobe. Shit, shit, shit! What was I gonna wear and how was I gonna make myself look presentable in ten minutes?

Deciding on tight Tracksuit bottoms and a plain black T-shirt, I rubbed a touch of hair wax into my palms and pushed my hair back.

Spraying myself with deodorant, I climbed into a fresh pair of Andrew Christian boxers, pulled the tracksuit bottoms on, finished getting dressed then squirted myself with my favourite Izzy Miyake aftershave. I looked in the mirror. “You’ll do,” I said to my reflection.

Ten minutes later I opened the door to my building and he was parked and waiting. His shiny black BMW convertible was impressive, but I was more impressed by the driver.

He wolf-whistled as I approached the car.

“Do you whistle at every sexy guy you see?”

“Depends if I’m on the building site or not.”

“You’ve got the cheek of the devil,” I said, opening the door and climbing in.

“You look good,” he said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. “And smell even better.”

I smiled. He looked gorgeous, and right then, I wanted to climb on top of him, slide my Tracksuit bottoms down and lower myself down on his cock. “Thanks.”

“Do you want to pick take-away up on the way back, or I can cook for you again,” he offered.

“I’m good. I had a sandwich earlier.”

“A sandwich wouldn’t fill me – I eat too much, but I burn most of it off in the gym or on site.”

“I’m good, really, but if you wanna pick something up, I might have a little nibble.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Of the food, not you.”

He pulled away, and I noticed the fingerless leather driving gloves he was wearing.

Fuck, I’d love him to spank my arse with them on.

I looked down and noticed he was wearing black gym shorts with a little gold Nike insignia on the left-hand side. Good legs. Tanned with a little hair.

“I’ll order Pizza, or do you fancy KFC,” he said, but my mind was preoccupied with his thighs. He moved his leg and the tip of his cock poked out the leg of his shorts. I had to catch my breath. My mind was awash with thoughts of what I wanted to do with him. I couldn’t help myself, but I put my hand on his leg, then slowly snaked around and rubbed the tip of his cock with my fingers.

He gave me the side eye but didn’t say anything. I could see the bulge forming in his shorts, more of his cock visible as it escaped the confines of the material. It was a thick meaty cock. I couldn’t tell how long it was because the shorts were in the way, but if it was as long as it was fat, I was in for the ride of my life.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I wanna suck it,” I said, leaning in to kiss him.

He responded beautifully, and his lips tasted good. Slipping his tongue slowly into my mouth, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Wrapping my hand around his cock, he slowed the car to a stop, and I realised we were parked on the main road just outside the Albert Dock complex where he lived. “I don’t usually do anything like this.”

“Lie back.”

He shifted the chair back and pressed a button on the side of the seat that reclined it automatically. He raised his bum and I pulled his shorts down, watching his cock spring loose. “Fuck me,” I said. “It’s massive.”

He pressed another button and the roof appeared from the boot area of the car and secured itself in place.

He chuckled and put his hand at the back of my neck, pushing my head toward his dick. I gripped the shaft tightly and allowed him to push my head down. The tip of his cock brushed my lips. I really had to stretch my mouth around it, but I soon found my rhythm and before long I could feel his cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. He thrust upwards, and I had to remember to breathe through my nose.

Jake groaned as I focused on his bell end. I wrapped my lips around it and slowly moved my head up and down. He moaned loudly and pulled my head away.

“Fuck, that’s intense.” But it wasn’t enough for me to stop as he pulled my head back by my hair. “Nobody’s ever sucked my cock like that before, man.”

I knew I was a good cock sucker. Most of my repeat clients came back because of my oral skills. He was getting it for free.

Jake gyrated as I took the full length of his cock in my mouth once more, choking at its size as he thrust upward again, and it hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I wasn’t going to be beaten, and once again, I found my groove. Gripping his balls and gently squeezing, I increased the pressure as I sucked and a minute later, he groaned so loudly, I wondered if anybody passing would know what we were doing.

He was cumming, and I didn’t want to waste a drop.

Using both hands to hold my head in place, he emptied his balls down my throat. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop as I gulped it down, but he relaxed his hold and I was free to move. His cock was still solid as I pulled away.

“Do you mind if we give pizza a miss?” he said, a broad grin across his face. His eyes lit up.

“No, but I can walk back from here, save you driving.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I assumed you’d want to call it a night.”

“Why would I? I want to get into bed, yes, but I want you next to me. I’ve never felt anything as intense as that before, and if I didn’t think you were amazing before then, you are now.”

“There’s more to me than sex, you know.” I was offended by his words.

“Shit, sorry,” he said, touching my arm. “I didn’t mean it to come across like that at all. I just meant it was so intense because I really like you. I told you I’m not into one-night stands, and I was telling you the truth, but I’m not usually into roadside blow jobs either, but it felt right. There’s something about you, and I want to know more. I want to know you, Matt.”

I felt like a drama queen for over reacting. “Okay, sorry for getting the wrong idea, but if you don’t mind, I would like pizza.” I didn’t want to go back to his place and just fall into bed. It felt wrong. Usually I wouldn’t care, but with him, it did feel different.

“You working up an appetite?” he asked.

“Something like that,” I replied.

“You got it,” He pushed his cock, now semi back into his shorts as best he could, re-adjusted his seat and drove off.

I looked at him and smiled. This guy could be the one.