Desperate Enemies 3 Adam Carpenter (books like beach read .TXT) 📖

Jack. He wrapped his arms around Edgar's neck and kissed him on the lips.

“I have something for you,” said Edgar.

“Something else?” asked Jack. “After the pillows and paper?”

He could feel the erection growing under his ass and realized that Edgar wasn't talking about anything he had bought in San Francisco. This, of course, caused Jack's cock to swell too.

“Take your clothes off,” instructed Edgar.

Jack kissed Edgar one more time and then arose, quickly pulling his Polo shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He then began to slowly unbutton his jeans, which he tossed onto his empty chair. Stripped down to his white briefs, his boner was obvious as it peeked out the side of his underwear.

“Take off your shorts,” said Edgar.

“What about you?”

“Your underwear,” repeated Edgar, “take them off.”

Jack peeled off the tight briefs and tossed them to Edgar, who sniffed them before tossing them onto the floor.

“Get on the table,” instructed Edgar. He patted the spot in front of his chair and moved back a couple of feet to accommodate Jack. Jack dutifully climbed onto the table in front of his partner, his legs dangling over the edge. A shiny, clear glob of pre-come had already pooled on the head of Jack's stiff, uncut dick and it glistened in the candlelight.

“Stroke it for me.”

Jack began to slowly caress his meat, his nuts splayed out on the dark wood beneath him. He fingered his nipples while he beat off, watching as his lover took in the show.

Edgar was as hard as a slab of marble and pulled his own swollen dick from the fly of his slacks, tugging at it gently as he enjoyed his private peep show.

“Put your feet on the table,” instructed Edgar, “let me see your hole.”

Again, Jack complied, leaning back on one elbow, his asshole now visible to Edgar beneath his quickly contracting balls.

Edgar reached over and captured the wad of pre-come on his index finger, which he placed in Jack's mouth.

“Tastes good, doesn't it?”

Jack nodded as he sucked his juice off of Edgar's finger, his body tingling with anticipation.

“Finger your hole for me,” said Edgar.

Jack moistened his fingers in his mouth and then worked one into his ass. The sensation was dizzying, and he stroked his meat slowly, tentatively, not wanting to get off too quickly.

Suddenly, Edgar arose from his seat and pulled Jack toward him by his ankles all the way to the edge of the table. Edgar spit on the end of his erect cock and, in one fluid motion, pushed the head into Jack's asshole as he slid him down the table.

“Ahhh. . .” Jack groaned.

Edgar pushed, thrusting his hips and, suddenly, he was in, filling up Jack's ass.

“Shit,” hissed Jack, his body tingling, his nipples erect and pink.

Edgar fucked Jack, sliding his meat in and out of the tight hole, causing the table to creak beneath them. Finally, Jack could take no more.

“Use me, Eddy,” he said, his asshole tightening its grip on Edgar's cock. “Fuck. . . fuck!”

The first shot cleared Jack's head and landed on the table above him. The second shot hit him in the face and on his chest. As his body convulsed, continuing to suck Edgar's cock, Edgar grasped Jack's upraised ankles and bore deep into him, unleashing a throbbing load.

“Shit,” he rasped.

Not quite finished with his game of peep show voyeur, Edgar pulled his cock out, stuffed it back into his slacks and pulled a twenty out of his pocket, which he tossed onto Jack's naked a sullied body.

“Thanks,” he said, winking.

Jack laughed until he saw the make believe tip.

“Twenty dollars?” he wailed. “All that was worth was twenty dollars?”

“Sorry,” joked Edgar. “That's all I have.”

“Fine,” said Jack, rising from the table, “I'm keeping it, and you still have to do the dishes!”

Edgar playfully slapped Jack's naked ass as he passed.

* * * *

The next morning Edgar was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Jack was still asleep next to him and he quickly grabbed the receiver, not wanting to wake him.

“Hello?”

“Edgar?” asked a familiar voice. “It's Ben. . . Ben Wilson from the Chronicle.”

Edgar rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, trying to keep his voice low.

“Ben,” he said. “It's been a long time. How are you? How's the family?”

“Great,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “I'm sorry to call out of the blue like this, but I'm in a bit of a pinch.”

“What's up?” asked Edgar.

Jack stirred beside him and so Edgar got up and took the phone into his office next door.

“Well,” explained Ben, “I've been assigned overseas and so Lois and I will be leaving within a week.”

“That's great news,” replied Edgar. “London?”

“Yes,” said Ben. “Lois is thrilled. The only thing is, we need to find someone to lease our house while we're gone. . . hell, maybe even buy it if we end up staying there, and I'm trying to find someone I trust.”

Edgar felt his heart skip a beat. Was this a sign that they were supposed to move back to San Francisco?

“We own a house here in Wonderland. . .”

“I know that,” replied Ben. “I was hoping that maybe you knew of someone looking for a house. We're in such a rush. . . I don't want to rent to just anyone.”

“Well,” said Edgar, weighing his words carefully, “the fact is, we've been considering moving back to the city.”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“Ben?”

“I'm here,” he replied. “You don't know how that makes me feel! I mean, would you consider looking at it? It might be short-term, like I said. We'd have to work all of that out.”

“Are you still on Telegraph Hill?” asked Edgar, his heart pounding.

“Yeah,” replied Ben. “Same house for the last ten years.”

“I could talk to Jack,” said Edgar. “Maybe we could come up and look around this afternoon, if that works for you?”

“Sounds great,” replied Ben. “Lois is going to be so happy.”

“Let's say one?”

“See you then.”

Edgar ended the call