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Epilogue 1.0 - The Bolt and the Screw

Epilogue 1.0 – The Bolt and the Screw

Chapter Song – Underneath It All - No Doubt

“Ungh … Matt.”

“Just hold still.”

“Matty.”

“What?”

“You need to do the other one too…”

“Um, is the left bud more sensitive?”

“Yes. And you know I can’t hold still while you do this. Watching you is enough torture, God.”

“Heh, steady now Har-har, and keep breathing. Ugh, so f*****g hard. I need to screw it too.”

“Matt, use your other hand to twist the peaks. Oh God. That’s it. Oh God! Just a little more!”

“Is it coming? Should I try and twist harder?”

“Yes, please. I can’t feel my arm, oh God~!”

“Patience, Har-har. Just a little more, baby.”

“Matt!! Right there, ugh. Twist and turn!!”

“Oh s**t. Oh f**k. It’s leaking down my face. Jesus Christ. Har-har, you hold still. God! f**k!!”

“Matt~!!”

“Harold!”

“Matt! It stopped dripping. Aah, you are so good. You are so good. Now get up. Stop screwing.”

“You sure it stopped dripping? To call plumbing services is quite a hassle. But if we have to—”

“No need. It’s fixed. You’re so good with bolts and screws. Who knew you could do that not only to cars. You’re so handy, mister.”

“Thanks for holding the flashlight. You’ve been steady for a good ten minutes. I’m sorry it took a while. Can you feel your arms now?”

He wiggled his wrist, “Yeah, all good.”

“Anything for my missus, I love you.”

“I love you too Matt. You’re my hero.”

I jerked my legs forward from underneath the sink to allow purchase for my body to come into view, “I’m your handyman, baby. Now, come here,” I pulled my Har-har down between my legs. He was all wriggly and ticklish as I sank my nose in the nook behind his ear. My hands were like vice-grips around his wrists as I nuzzled his collarbone, up to his dainty shoulder, all the way across his arms going down to that supple column around the pad of his palm, “You have the softest hands, Har-har. Don’t ever wash dishes, ever again, you hear me? I want you soft all the time,” I took my lips from the pad of his hand down to the pulse of his wrists. His skin smelled like apples and peppermint. It was the kind of smell you’d want to snuffle over and over and over again, “Why do you smell so good,” I brought his wrists together and kissed both of them.

Harold was so ticklish. It was so cute to see him fight against my grip even though he knew he couldn’t, “Oh, Matt … you smell like a beast.”

“I know. Does it turn you on?” I whispered against his mouth in a voice that was filled with hoarseness and provocation, “Do I smell like s*x to you?” I asked while cuffing both his wrists in my left hand, while my right went about to lift the hem of his shirt. I then hooked the same hand into his waistband to thrum over the suppleness of his firm backside. Harold’s bum was the kind of bubble butt that was soft and firm at the same time. It had muscle and the right amount of fat in places that mattered. His butt cheeks were made to fornicate, thanks to a very tight back entrance. He could make me come even if my dingus was only inserted partway, “You smell like a virgin that I want to deflower all over again,” was how I described him as I nuzzled his neck.

“Oh, please, Matt—” My name became a breathless whisper from his modest lips as I pressed my warm hand around the circumference of his inner thigh. He was building moisture to the point that I could feel my fingers getting damp.

“Harold, do I have your permission?” I asked, unable to control my girth that was swelling between us. I could feel my shaft expand as it pressed harder between our stomachs. And all the rubbing Har-har was doing did nothing to tame it down. Oh Jesus Christ. It felt like all the heat had concentrated into that one area where our groins met, “Har-har … May I?” I asked again.

“I’m so turned on that I can’t breathe. You smell so manly. I never had dirty s*x with you.”

“You can chalk this to your list of firsts,” The list I was referring to was Har-har’s Bucket List of Sexcapades with Matty Boi. Yeah, he made a list. His number one was s*x at Wal-Mart® which I could remember as clear as day.

“Aah, yes, please. Take me, you smexy beast!” he growled into my ear in the cutest manner, like he was a lion cub or something.

“As you wish,” I whispered into his mouth before inviting his lips to get lost inside of mine. I licked, suckled, and lightly bit the skin of his lower lip while my left hand fingered the n****e adjacent to it, “You’re getting wet down there,” I cooed into his mouth as my right hand pushed a finger past his slick tight heat.

There was no struggle with clothing because I already was shirtless. My body was all sweaty and sticky but it wasn’t the kind of filth that was icky. I actually had a shower earlier this morning. I just happened to fix our car in the garage and now the clogged pipes in our sink, “You’re wearing too much clothing,” I murmured in a roguish voice. I was so hard my d**k might break.

Very gently, Harold lifted away from me. He sat and straddled my hips as he pulled his shirt over his head in a very slow and deliberate manner. The sight of fabric leaving portions of his body was hypnotic. I couldn’t help but drink him in as more skin got revealed before my eyes. Harold was so sexy. Good God. He was like an Asian porn star. I pressed the heel of my palm against my erection because it was already hurting. I wore tight white briefs. And as I looked down I saw that I was leaking into it. There was a light stain where my tip ended, “Harold, please. Come on.”

My whole body ached for release as my limbs strained against the flooring. Har-har pulled down his pajamas and then wriggled out of them like a dog. He brought each leg up sideways, kicking down each pant leg past his ankles. I placed either hand on his hips and felt how soft my husband was, “Oh God, f**k. Harold, you’re so beautiful,” I massaged his pelvic area, leaving my left hand on the hipbone while my right clasped his throbbing shaft, “Growing up, are we?” I cooed.

He positioned to impale himself, but not before failing a few times. My size wasn’t for the faint of heart. Only those like my Har-har could swallow me whole. He was such a trooper. It couldn’t be helped that he’d moan and cry each time we had s*x, but he still managed to pull through and make me feel that slick tightness that was unique to his hole, and his hole alone, “Har-har, fuck.”

“Matt, hold my hands,” I curled my fingers between his as he lifted before crashing backwards. The slapping of skin between our thighs was maddening. And so was the sound of clenching as he tightened all around me.

I watched as his cheeks darkened with a kind of blush that was so f*****g sexy. The sight of him gasping my name in breathless spurts made me even harder. A light dusting of sweat speckled his forehead which made his hair plaster against it. Oh my God. Harold was a s*x god and he didn’t know it. He titled his head back and got lost in the rhythm as he picked up the speed. His motion was maddening, to the point that I couldn’t help but meet him thrust for thrust, “Harold, faster, baby. I’m coming.”

I jerked him hard from bush to tip as he grinded vigorously. My restraint got weaker, and before I could cry to finish my boyfriend’s name, I already was gushing with a violent and earth-shattering orgasm, “Aah, f*****g f**k—!” I knew I filled him to the brim because I felt a leak. My name also died into a grunt in his throat as he detonated against the web of my right hand.

“Aargh … God … Matt … I can’t … I can’t breathe … Ungh,” He collapsed against me as he chased after his breaths. I too couldn’t breathe as I relished the euphoric release that left me to grasp against the flooring.

I struggled to normalize my breathing, “Bolt, screws, and the sink. Who knew it’d be a turn on.”

Har-har panted as he mopped his lips past my n*****s, “Only with you, Matt. Only with you.”