Phoned

The other voice no longer distant. Heavy panting and groaning, “Oh, fuck, Vinny. Oh gawd. Yes, like that. Harder, deeper. Oh Fuccckkkkk.”

The phone back to Vincent. “Mani can’t stay, Jeff, and I’m still horny. In fact I’m even more horny now. It’s time, Jeff; it’s time for you to come for your big, black cock. You know where I live.”

The phone clicked off. I was stroking, but not anywhere near completion. This was too much. I let out a long sob.

I knew where this was going. I certainly wasn’t fooled. I put on just a loose T and baggy gym shorts. Something had to give here, though. Either it was all a big joke and I’d be the laughing stock of the guys at the office Monday morning, or something would explode. But one way or the other, something was going to happen.

I stood at Vincent’s door and knocked.