tamgreen
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When the knock had sounded, Tommy could just about have pissed himself. He scarcely breathed as he grabbed his clothes and dashed into the bathroom, trying for all the world to remain silent as he coaxed his appearance into some semblance of order. The idea of being caught at something naughty wasn't what scared him - what really terrified him, and effectively chased away his lingering erection, was the idea of losing his job over this, his parents finding out why, and most of all, causing trouble in the life of this extraordinary man, Damien.
"Damien," he silently mouthed, tasting the name of his lover.
He grinned like an idiot when Damien complimented him and touched his hair. He wished desperately that he could stay, but neither of their lives would wait. Would they cross paths again? Tommy longed for it, but at the same time sort of hoped it wouldn't happen again - what business did he have taking such risks, when he needed this job so badly? And he had no idea how to be a lover - it seemed like dumb luck that Damien had enjoyed his clumsy fumblings at all, and maybe he was lying about that anyway. If they continued at this, surely the man would become exasperated with him. Tommy wasn't sure how many lines he was capable of crossing.
He went back to his intended task, pausing in the next room to examine his reflection in the mirrored closet door, and then noticed the lewd cowlick Damien had left him with. He giggled to himself, relieved that no one had seen him in this state and wishing he could stay this way, tacitly advertising his exploits. Instead he hurried into the bathroom and washed up.
Soon he returned to Damien's room, crawling back into the abandoned bed and smelling the sheets and pillows, inhaling everything Damien. He was turned on again, almost unbearably so. The man was like a drug - so bad for him, but he craved more. He undid his shorts and dry humped Damien's pillow, watching himself in the mirror as he did so. Was he actually sexy? Could he be this guy?
He masturbated heatedly and sprayed his load all over the sheets before gathering them up and depositing them with secret satisfaction in the laundry trolley.
Only then did the girl from housekeeping who he was covering arrive, nearly an hour late and apologizing profusely. His heart still thumping in the wake of his latest orgasm, Tommy told her it was no problem. As he descended in the elevator, he mused on how different things might have turned out if she had arrived on time. He laughed, realizing that his own co-workers might be cleaning up his cum.
Would Damien be playing golf by now, with his best friend Paul? Not bothering to check in with his supervisor, who was always hard to find anyway, Tommy hurried to the golf course to find someone who might need a caddy. He was snapped up by a semi-retired stockbroker with a tidy salt-and-pepper beard who seemed always to be licking his lips when Tommy made eye contact with him. Tommy put on the usual act that earned him tips, but this time he felt distant. His mind remained on the events of this morning, and the scent of Damien seemed to linger in his nostrils.
"Damien," he silently mouthed, tasting the name of his lover.
He grinned like an idiot when Damien complimented him and touched his hair. He wished desperately that he could stay, but neither of their lives would wait. Would they cross paths again? Tommy longed for it, but at the same time sort of hoped it wouldn't happen again - what business did he have taking such risks, when he needed this job so badly? And he had no idea how to be a lover - it seemed like dumb luck that Damien had enjoyed his clumsy fumblings at all, and maybe he was lying about that anyway. If they continued at this, surely the man would become exasperated with him. Tommy wasn't sure how many lines he was capable of crossing.
He went back to his intended task, pausing in the next room to examine his reflection in the mirrored closet door, and then noticed the lewd cowlick Damien had left him with. He giggled to himself, relieved that no one had seen him in this state and wishing he could stay this way, tacitly advertising his exploits. Instead he hurried into the bathroom and washed up.
Soon he returned to Damien's room, crawling back into the abandoned bed and smelling the sheets and pillows, inhaling everything Damien. He was turned on again, almost unbearably so. The man was like a drug - so bad for him, but he craved more. He undid his shorts and dry humped Damien's pillow, watching himself in the mirror as he did so. Was he actually sexy? Could he be this guy?
He masturbated heatedly and sprayed his load all over the sheets before gathering them up and depositing them with secret satisfaction in the laundry trolley.
Only then did the girl from housekeeping who he was covering arrive, nearly an hour late and apologizing profusely. His heart still thumping in the wake of his latest orgasm, Tommy told her it was no problem. As he descended in the elevator, he mused on how different things might have turned out if she had arrived on time. He laughed, realizing that his own co-workers might be cleaning up his cum.
Would Damien be playing golf by now, with his best friend Paul? Not bothering to check in with his supervisor, who was always hard to find anyway, Tommy hurried to the golf course to find someone who might need a caddy. He was snapped up by a semi-retired stockbroker with a tidy salt-and-pepper beard who seemed always to be licking his lips when Tommy made eye contact with him. Tommy put on the usual act that earned him tips, but this time he felt distant. His mind remained on the events of this morning, and the scent of Damien seemed to linger in his nostrils.