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Alexander s cock, massaging him, squeezing him. Alexander had
been with a lot of men in his time, but he had never felt this level
of pleasure before. No one had ever fit so right.
 Ten seconds, Dusty.
Alexander stared down at where his body met Dusty s,
watching as he started to move, pulling his cock out until just the
head remained inside the tight little ring of muscles. His entire
body seemed to almost seize as he slammed back in. The
shudder that racked his body started at the tip of his head and
went all of the way down to his toes.
Alexander couldn t keep from doing it again, and then again,
moving faster and faster until he was ramming inside of Dusty so
hard that the man was nearly lifted off his knees every time.
Alexander suddenly knew that this was going to be the
shortest fucking on record, on his record at least. His balls had
drawn up close to his body, and his cock felt like it would
explode at any second.
Alexander grabbed Dusty s braid and wrapped it around his
hand until the tension made Dusty s head tilt back. He leaned in
close over Dusty s body while keeping up the rapid pace of
fucking him.
 Ten minutes, Dusty. You re such a good boy. Now, you
may take your reward. Alexander reached under Dusty and
grabbed his cock, jerking the entire length as fast as he could.
 Come, Dusty.
Dusty screamed.
His back bowed.
His ass clenched around Alexander s cock almost to the
point of pain. And then he came, cum shooting out of the head of
his cock and covering Alexander s hand. A long, drawn-out
groan was ripped from Alexander s lips as Dusty s body pulled
his orgasm from him.
Alexander came hard, and he came fast, filling the condom
surrounding his cock with so much cum he was afraid the damn
thing might burst. He hadn t even known he had that much
semen in his body.
semen in his body.
By the time he pulled free of Dusty s body and pulled the
condom off, tying the end together and tossing it into a nearby
trash can, Dusty lay sprawled on the floor, softly snoring.
Alexander grinned and scooped Dusty up into his arms. He
carried him into the bedroom and then went to the bathroom for
a washcloth, cleaning both him and Dusty up before tucking the
little man into bed and climbing in beside him. He didn t usually
sleep with his lovers, but for Dusty, he could make an exception.
Dusty had performed much better than he had expected. He
couldn t wait for their next lesson.
Chapter 9
Dusty brushed a small piece of lint off the lapel of the new
suit that Alexander had purchased for him. He couldn t ever
remember wearing something so spiffy, or something so
expensive. He was pretty sure that the new suit he now wore
cost more than he made in a month as a courier.
But, Alexander wanted him dressed nicely for his new
position as a personal assistant, and so that was what Dusty
would do. He didn t think there was anything Alexander ordered
him to do that he wouldn t willingly, even eagerly, do. The man
was a marvel.
And, even if it had just been a couple of days, Dusty was
pretty sure that he was falling in love. He felt practically giddy.
 Hurry up, Dusty, Alexander said from the other room.
 Symon is here, and if we don t leave, we re going to be late for
 Symon is here, and if we don t leave, we re going to be late for
work.
Dusty still couldn t believe that Alexander was actually
keeping him. He thought for sure the man would kick him out the
morning after their first night together. Heck, he hadn t even
unpacked in anticipation of having to leave.
But Alexander hadn t threatened to sue him, or run as fast
and as far as he could. He took his time with Dusty, had patience
that rivaled Mother Teresa, and he never yelled.
Dusty was pretty damn happy about the no yelling part. Mr.
Wheeling had cornered the market on yelling. Dusty didn t
believe that adults should solve their problems with yelling. That
was something kids were expected to do, not grown men and
women.
 I m coming, Dusty called from his bedroom. He bent at the
waist and ran a hand over Dizzy s head, tossed a few flecks of
food into Larry s bowl, and then headed from his bedroom.
Alexander was waiting for him at the door. Dusty could feel
a huge smile forming on his lips& until he fell over the side of the
coffee table.
Fuck, that hurt.
 Dusty, Alexander called out as he appeared at Dusty s
side.  Are you hurt?
His pride was.  No, sir.
Alexander sighed, standing.  Then we need to go. We ll be
late.
Dusty pushed from the floor, wiping at his suit, stalling for
Dusty pushed from the floor, wiping at his suit, stalling for
time so he could pull himself together. That was the first time
Alexander had used that tone with him. It was irritated and
annoyed.
He was fighting back the tears, so he turned away from
Alexander and headed for the door, unable to face the man. He
was a klutz. He owned up to that. But Alexander knew this
when he asked Dusty to be his assistant.
And whatever else it was they had going on.
 I want you to meditate for an hour at work today. We need
to make sure you do not fall behind on your lessons.
 Yes, sir.
As much as Dusty loved helping others, as kind and
considerate as Dusty was toward others, and as much as Dusty
always tried to pay it forward, he had an overwhelming urge to
turn around and stick his tongue out at Alexander.
His feelings were hurt by Alexander s brusque tone. He may
be clumsy, and he may be a bit naïve, but Dusty wasn t a moron
and he did have feelings. He owned up to the fact that he was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]