When I got home, I heated some canned soup for lunch. After I’d cleaned up the slight mess, I flopped on the living room sofa. I thought back to the couple of times the previous year when Guy and I had been together. It had been pretty spectacular, actually. He was one really sexy little stud, and he was a genuinely nice man. I learned he had no morals where s*x was concerned. He’d offer to f**k anybody who took his fancy, and apparently he wasn’t often refused.
Before I knew it, I had my jeans and boxers pushed down over my hips and was slowly fisting my tool as I thought back to the time when I’d f****d him. He’d come up to me at my locker as I was dressing after my post work-out shower, introduced himself, and invited me back to his office. The next thing I knew, I was f*****g him over
