With no thank you, no shy smile, no good night, Amir hurried away, zipping his pants as he went.
Probably not even his real name, Don thought as he stood back up and spit out the few drops of c*m.
Asshole.
No second thoughts now about going back to the hotel and taking a hot bath. It would be a good opportunity to think about…Bryce. He wasn’t going to kid himself. He was horny enough to revisit at least one of his favorite three Bryce scenarios. Probably the one where the kid sits on his c**k while they’re in the second floor meeting room, after hours. He loved that one. Bryce moving up and down on his shaft as Don reaches up and undoes his shirt. Rubbing his hands along that smooth chest as Bryce tilts his head back and whispers, “f**k, yeah. Yeah, man. Oh, fuck.” Amir could go to hell
