Luther

Zack would tie him up and fuck him again in the late afternoon after Cliff got home from his own job as a social worker. The chocolate monster’s big dick was the reason Cliff kept him around. After their afternoon session and a dinner fixed by Cliff, Zack would be off for his night job as a bouncer at a club. When Zack got home from that, he’d wake Cliff up giving him his night fuck. This had been going on for three months. Cliff was getting worn out, but he was a happy worn out.

And this morning he had to get to work on time. Some old lady was coming in to complain about what some young neighbor of hers was doing. Cliff long ago had stopped thinking his job was either important or fulfilling. Zack was filling. That’s what Cliff looked forward to these days.

“I didn’t have time to look for chocolate chips,” Cliff muttered. “You’re lucky you got pancakes rather than warm toast. I haven’t even had time to shower yet.”

“But you like walking around with the swishy feeling of my cum inside you, don’t cha?”

“Let’s not be crude, Zack,” Cliff said. But he didn’t answer the question. Zack was a big-volume ejaculator—he did everything big—and, yes, Cliff did get a little thrill from walking around with Zack’s cum inside him. “You eat that and stay out of the way. I’ve got to shower and dress and go listen to an old busybody lady tattle on her neighbors.”