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Everyone is over the age of 18
Back at home, we spent the next two days recovering from the trip jet lag before getting back to work.
I work remotely, so I'm at my desk when Dylan bursts into my room while I'm on a phone call. He starts talking as I'm trying to listen to my boss in my right ear.
"It's hot as balls dude we need a fucking air conditioner. Right now" He says urgently behind me
"And I will have the draft to you by the end of day" I turn in my chair, pointing to my phone
Dylan is standing there shirtless and in his dark blue briefs. His package was nicely framed by his underwear, and I mentally measured the length and the width with my eyes. Discreetly. I hope anyways.
I spin back around to my desk, trying to concentrate on what my boss is telling me, pushing random keys on my computer. Why is he so fucking sexy to me right now? I mean I knew he was good looking from day 1... but having tasted his cum a couple times now. Fuck, I want it straight from the source.
Dylan comes up to my desk and places his hands on my desk, to my left.
Up close, I can see that he is sweating. His chest hair glistens, and his forehead shimmers a bit in the daylight. There is a heat coming from his body, accompanied by his deodorant and natural scent mix.
"Air conditioning" He mouths to me as he reaches across me to grab a pen. I lean back a bit to watch his sides and his abs go past my face.
He scribbles the name of the store we have to go to and "closes at 6" on the corner of one of my papers. I nod at him, and he ruffles my hair while I'm still on my call. I watch his ass sway in his briefs as he walks out of my room, all the while giving affirmative grunts to my boss on the phone. I have no idea what she is saying.
Fuck he's hot.
My boss finally stops yapping and I put down the phone, sticking my hands in my pants and stroking my hard on, letting the waves of relief and pleasure simmer in my body as I think about Dylan's sweaty body so close to mine.
"YO YOU DONE? LET'S GO!" I hear him shout. I stuff my boner in a more discrete position and stand up, grabbing my keys.
Dylan has put on a tank top and white basketball shorts. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, looking at me impatiently.
"You're wearing that?" He points to my blue dress shirt. "It's blazing out there man, you're going to sweat through it"
"Yeah okay" I turn to head back to my room to change
"Nooo" He groans loudly "I dont want to wait half an hour for you to change your shirt"
He grabs a red shirt off the couch and throws it at me.
"It's clean I just wore it a bit before it got too hot"
I look at the shirt in my hands. It's going to be oversized on me with how wide his shoulders are. Dylan looks at me expectedly, and I hold the shirt in my left hand as I unbutton my shirt with my right. I look down in a bit of embarrassment as I buttoned. I haven't hit the gym in a couple of days and well....
"Hurry up Ry-Ry" I look up, seeing him leaning against the wall by the door, watching me with impatience.
I take off my shirt and put on his shirt, smelling his scent on the inside of his shirt. It smells like his deodorant and like he did sweat in it a bit before taking it off. The inside of the shirt is a wonderful balloon of his smell. I take an extra deep breath in before I pull my head through the shirt.
"Lets goo" Dylan says while opening the door.
We head to the store, find an air conditioner that would work for us and speed back home. As soon as he gets in, Dylan takes off his tank top.
"Fucking hell it's like an oven in here" He wipes some sweat from his brow and carries the machine to the window and begins setting it up.
Once the machine is hooked up and turned on, Dylan lets out a huge sigh of relief.
"Finally" He lets the cool air blow over his sweaty body. He had become extra sweaty setting up the machine, and the sweat is dripping down the wide of his body from his armpits.
He sits on the couch, spreading his legs wide and leaning his head back.
"It's loud but it works" He says with his eyes closed. His hands travel down to his waist, going under his waistband and scratching his groin. His balls must be so sweaty right now.
"ahhhhHhh" He groans as he scratches. I start getting hard as I look at his hairy legs spread wide, with his hands at his groin. His pecs move as he scratches himself absentmindedly, his eyes still closed in a relaxed fashion. "Turn it up, will you Ry?"
I stare at Dylan for another second, mesmerized by his position on the couch. I could get on my knees right now and suck him off if he asked.
Should I ask?
I fumble with the buttons on the remote, until it starts blasting more cold air at us.
"Oh fuck yesss" He moans out in a low and long satisfied sound, making my erection throb in my pants. He pulls his hands out of his pants and puts them behind his head, drying off his pits. His pit air is matted together by his sweat. Maybe if I move a bit I could catch his smell in the wind...
"Oh my god..." I groan out without thought as he repositions himself, making his biceps flex a bit. My dick is itching to come out.
"It's good huh Ry-Ry?" He moans out with his eyes still closed, the wind ruffling his hair just a bit.
I can't take it anymore. I half run, half walk to my room, and close to the door. I take off my clothes rapidly and throw his big red shirt on the bed. Spitting on my hand quickly, I rub my cock thinking about Dylan groaning.
"Oh fuck yessss" He would moan out as I sucked him on the couch "It's good huh Ry-Ry?"
I can already imagine feeling his hairy thighs, eagerly trying to please his cock with my mouth.
"Ahhhhhhh" He would moan with his hands behind his head, showing off those hairy pits. He'd lean back and enjoy the service I give him. I would work so hard, twisting and turning my head, sucking him until I finally get his juices in my mouth.
"mmmmmm" I grunt out quietly as I spray my thick jets of cum onto his red shirt, painting it white with my juices.
My cock drips a couple more drops, landing on the hem of the T shirt and some landing on my sheets at the edge of the bed
"Hey Ry?"
The sound of Dylan's voice outside my door makes me jump from my relieved state.
"Gonna do some laundry now the place is cooling down - can I have my shirt back?"
His shirt that was splattered with my cum right now.
"I can do the laundry tomorrow morning. I have a couple things I want to wash anyways, so I can do it with yours" I make up a lie quickly, scooping up the drippage of my cock with my hand.
A couple of seconds of silence passes, before Dylan finally says
"Alright I'll just leave my stuff in the hamper then. Good night Ry"
I smear the cum on my hand into Dylan's shirt, proud of my work.