All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

"Get in the back. Now."Jake climbed into the cargo area of his delivery van. The metal floor was cold against his bare knees. He had pulled his shorts up just enough to walk from the house to the driveway, but Ethan had ordered him to strip them off again before getting in.Ethan climbed in right behind him. The van was cramped. Cardboard boxes were stacked high on either side, leaving a narrow aisle in the middle. Ethan had to duck his head to avoid hitting the ceiling."Turn around," Ethan ordered.Jake turned around, sitting on the cold metal floor. Ethan reached past him and pushed the sliding door shut. But he didn't close it all the way. He left it open about six inches. A sliver of cool night air and the yellow glow of the driveway security light cut into the dark van."Anyone could look in," Ethan said. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head. His chest was massive, covered in dark hair. "The neighbor is an old woman. She walks her dog at one in the morning. If she looks ov

"Turn on all the lights."Jake stumbled through the front door of the villa. His knees were scraped from the concrete. His face was covered in cum. He didn't bother wiping it off. Ethan walked in right behind him, completely naked now. He threw Jake's delivery uniform onto the floor."Main lights. Now," Ethan repeated.Jake walked to the living room. It had floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the front yard, the driveway, and the street. The neighbor's house was directly across the road. Jake found the light switch. He flipped it. The living room flooded with bright, white light.The house was a fishbowl. Anyone outside could see straight in."Bend over the couch," Ethan ordered. He walked into the room, carrying a bottle of lube he had grabbed from the kitchen.Jake walked over to the large leather sofa. He bent over the back of it, resting his chest on the cushions. His ass was pointed toward the massive windows.Ethan walked up behind him. He poured a generous amount of co

Leo couldn't stop thinking about it. The entire next day, all he could think about was the feeling of Damon's hand around his cock, the taste of his cum, and the terrifying, intoxicating risk of doing it right there at the front counter. He jerked off three times before his next shift, and he was still hard when he clocked in at 10 PM.The night dragged on endlessly. Leo restocked shelves, cleaned the coffee machine, and mopped the floors, checking the clock every five minutes. 11 PM. Midnight. 1 AM.At 1:45 AM, the automatic doors chimed. Leo's head snapped up. Damon walked in, wearing a dark grey hoodie and black jeans. He looked even bigger in the hoodie, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric. He didn't go to the counter. He walked straight past it, his eyes locked on Leo, and pushed open the door to the back stockroom.Leo's heart hammered. He looked at the front doors. They were still unlocked. The store was empty. He took a deep breath and followed Damon into the back.The s

Thursday night. Leo didn't even bother pretending to work. He had cleaned every surface in the store twice, restocked every shelf, and mopped the floor until it shined. Now he was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs, his heart racing with anticipation.At exactly 2 AM, the chime rang. Damon walked in. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a dark grey shirt, and he looked massive and intimidating. He locked the deadbolt behind him and flipped the sign to closed. Then he turned around and looked at Leo sitting on the counter."Take your clothes off," Damon said. His voice was flat, leaving no room for discussion.Leo didn't hesitate. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and dropped it on the counter. He unbuttoned his khaki pants, pushed them down, and kicked them off along with his boxers. He sat back on the counter, completely naked, his half-hard dick resting against his thigh. The store was bright, the fluorescent lights illuminating every inch of his pale, slim body.D

Leo slouched on the cracked leather couch in private room four, scrolling through the ancient tablet that controlled the karaoke machine. The room was small, barely ten feet by ten feet, with tacky neon lights flashing pink and blue along the walls. It was midnight on a Tuesday, and he had booked the room for two hours just to be alone. He was twenty-four, skinny, quiet, and completely burnt out from his data entry job. He didn't actually want to sing. He just wanted to sit in a dark, soundproof box, drink the overpriced beer he had brought in his backpack, and exist in silence.He queued up a random slow song he didn't know, letting the instrumental track play quietly through the surround sound speakers. He cracked open his beer, took a long sip, and let his head fall back against the couch. The soundproofing in these rooms was incredibly thick. Once that heavy wooden door closed, you couldn't hear a single thing from the hallway outside. The staff could be standing right outside, an