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“Just a little bit more. You’re doing so good.”
Ryland whined into his fist, his other hand frantically working himself. His legs were spread wide, his pants hooked around one ankle, and he had pushed his shirt up to expose his chest to the cool air. He was sweating, despite the fan overhead, and his entire body was beginning to tremble. He was so close, his body begging for release, his grip on his cock starting to border on hurt.
“That’s it… go ahead and come for me.”
And Ryland obeyed, his orgasm slamming into him with dizzying force as he milked his cock. He had squeezed his eyes shut against the overwhelming feeling of it, but he could still feel the telltale sensation of his spend hitting his chest.
He panted as he tried to catch his breath, his hand still loosely holding his softening cock. When he opened his eyes, the video had ended. It was kind of an old one, and he had definitely seen it more than a handful of times, but it was definitely one of his favorites out of the Jerk off Instructions folder.
How long had it been since he had been subscribed to SonofEden? At least a few years. You would think he would be bored of almost exclusively watching the same person by now, but… There was something about him that Ryland couldn’t shake. His body and his voice were perfect, of course, and he was sure he had a handsome face to match. But there was more to it than that. Especially now.
Gingerly letting go of his dick, Ryland reached for the tissue box on his desk, wiping up the mess he had made of himself. He chewed his lip as the usual shame set in. He tossed the tissue in the wastebin before closing the tab on his computer, letting out a sigh.
XXX
Ryland had always loved routine. It was a quirk that had later become a symptom of a diagnosis, but it brought him comfort no matter what others called it, so he stuck to it. Part of his routine involved eating breakfast at a local diner on his way to work, because he loved eggs but hated cooking them. There were probably much better diners in town, but this one was his. He couldn’t imagine going anywhere else now, nor would he really want to, though biking places had admittedly gotten much easier over the years.
As a direct result of having been eating breakfast at the Corner Cafe almost as long as he had been working at Grover Cleveland Middle, Ryland knew everyone that worked there by name. One of the line cooks had even invited him to his daughter’s dance recital, once. This routine, this familiarity, is exactly why he noticed as soon as he sat down at the bar that the person facing away from him with the broad shoulders and dark hair pulled back into a bun is new.
“Mornin’, Doctor Grace,” greeted Darcy, a waitress old enough to be his mother. “I’ll get your usual put in right away.”
“Thank you, Miss Darcy,” Ryland replied. Ryland watched the stranger stack clean cups on the back counter, jumping slightly as Darcy returned and set down a cup of coffee in front of him, along with two French Vanilla creamer cups. “Um.”
“What’s wrong? Not feeling the coffee today?”
“No, no,” Ryland assured her with a wave, already reaching for the creamer cups to put into his drink. “I was just curious, there’s a new guy?”
She nodded, hands on her hips. “Yessir. I’m finally retiring, so Big Boss wanted to hire another set of hands.”
“Oh!” Ryland said, perking up. “Retiring? That’s awesome, congratulations!”
“Thank you, sugar.”
They fell into easy conversation about Darcy’s plans for her retirement, and Ryland didn’t notice the other person approaching them until his plate was being set in front of him.
“Can I get you anything else?”
The voice was deep, smooth, and when he looked up at the person it belonged to, he saw the new hire. His eyes were so dark they almost looked black, matching his dark hair and beard. He was gorgeous, and there was a little scar on his bottom lip, which was really plump and–
“Some hot sauce,” Darcy told him, interrupting Ryland’s frankly creepy internal monologue. “This is Doctor Grace. He’s a regular. You’ll learn his order by the end of the week.” She waved a hand, smiling at Ryland fondly.
The man nodded, stepping away briefly before bringing back a small bottle of hot sauce. He set it down next to Ryland’s plate, bowing his head slightly. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you,” he said, unsmiling but no less sincere, before he turned away to return to whatever task he had been busy with before.
Ryland watched after him, and Darcy chuckled under her breath. “He’s a little strange. Shy. But I think he’s a good kid.”
Kid. The man had to be at least in his mid thirties, but he supposed that to Darcy, he kind of was a kid.
“As long as he doesn’t spit in my food, we’ll get along fine,” Ryland joked, picking up his fork.
