LOGINRAYI mean I didn’t tell her. Though I almost did. For one terribly excruciating second, I considered telling her. Not everything perhaps. Just enough to open the door. To admit that there were things about myself I’d never properly understood. Things I’d been too afraid to examine because I didn’t know what they might mean for the life we built together.But then I pictured her asking questions. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer. So I kissed her forehead. “Work,” I lied. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”Of course it’s work. It was always work. It was the only reasonable excuse I could think of. I told her how the company had been cutting costs and I was worried my position might be affected. Told her how I’d been given additional responsibilities and difficult projects with unreasonable deadlines. How I expected to be considered for a promotion but along the line, it looked like I might not be getting it. So many things that didn’t really happen that I told her.She made a sleepy sound
RAY“Maybe I can go with you,” she said, playfully rolling her shoulders. “Some day. You know, maybe get some of that glow too.”My eyes widened, and I blurted out, “No.”Her brows furrowed. “Why?”I let out a breath, trying to pull myself together. The last thing I wanted was to get worked up and have her suspect something.“I don’t think it’ll be a good idea,” I explained. “I don’t mean to brag but we both know that your endurance when it comes to running or anything exercise-related is not exactly your strong suit. You’ll only slow me down.”“Ouch.” She gripped her chest dramatically as though I’d just stabbed her. “And here I was, thinking my husband would want to spend more time with me. Apparently, I’m married to an Olympic athlete now.”“Something like that.” I chuckled, grateful she was taking it as a joke and not pushing it far.“Fine. Go and enjoy your precious running.” She waved me away before returning to her book. “When you become famous, don’t forget the woman who supp
RAYHe pushed in. My eyes snapped shut. It was too much, too full, but still not enough. I gritted my teeth, my face twisting into a grimace as pain and pleasure tangled until my vision blurred.He was bigger than I’d imagined. I’d held his size in my hand, taken him in my mouth, but none of that compared to the thickness pressing against my pucker now. He went slowly, letting me adjust as I took him inch by inch, letting me feel the stretch and the burn. His hands gripped my hips to steady me in position, his breath hot on the back of my neck.“That’s it,” he gritted out. “Feel how big it is inside your tight little cunt. This is what you have been coming back for. This is what you have been asking for. So take it. Take all of it.” His voice was low and rough, each word landing like a deliberate blow.“You’ve got a wife at home. But look at you, spread open for a stranger, taking every inch of his cock like a cockhungry little bitch. She’d never recognize you like this. You’re not
RAY It was him. After all these weeks, we were meeting again. I was finally looking at the face I hadn’t been able to get out of my head. The face that started it all. He stopped at the door and looked at me. Then, a smile spread across his face, slow and knowing, like he’d been expecting to find me here. “You came back,” he said. My mouth was dry. “I—” I swallowed but the words wouldn’t come. “I knew you would.” He walked past me to the urinal. His scent hit me like a punch—sharp, masculine, and intoxicating—as though I could literally smell the testosterone oozing off him. “People always come back,” he said as he unzipped and settled in. “First time’s free. After that, the choice is yours. You decide if it was good enough to keep coming back. For you to have come back, that means the dick was good. That means you liked it.” He shook off the last drops of his piss and my eyes followed the movement of his meat dangling before I could even blink. I’d spent weeks trying
RAY That night I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned under the sheets, staring at the ceiling one moment and closing my eyes the next, hoping exhaustion would finally win. It didn’t. Every time I drifted to sleep, my mind dragged me back to that bathroom. To that student. To the way he looked at me and smiled when he caught me staring. The way he gently forced me down on my knees and gripped my hair. The way he shoved his massive cock into my mouth and sprayed his load all over my face. Married man, yet still so desperate for some dick and cum. I squeezed my eyes shut as those words echoed in my head, filthy and degrading. I wanted to regret what happened but every time I tried to summon some guilt, I failed. All I could think about was how much I wanted to see him again. I turned toward my wife. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of what I’d done that morning. Completely unaware her husband was lying awake thinking about another man. “What a mess,” I whispered to
RAY “I know what you need right now,” he said as his hand found my shoulder. Not rough. Just gentle. Patient. Coaxing. He pressed me down until my knees hit the tile, until I was eye level with it. It looked even bigger up close. And his smell hit me: salty, sweaty, musky, something I’d smelled on other men before, but never like this. Never close enough to want to breathe it in. What the hell is happening to me? “Go on,” he said. “You know what to do.” I did. Didn’t even need to think about it. I took him in my mouth with a hunger I didn’t know I had. His length slid in easily like it belonged there, his skin dragging along my tongue as he completely filled my mouth. But fuck… He was too big. And this was my first time taking a cock in my mouth. I wasn’t confident in my skills. My teeth kept grazing clumsily against his skin and when his tip bumped the back of my throat, I’d make a series of involuntary gagging sounds, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. He







