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“Does that mean I need to leave?” I wrapped my fingers around his dick and started stroking.

“I was actually hoping you’d stay. Five twelve-year-olds…I might need some help.”

“Is that the only reason you want me to stay?”

Eli groaned and slid out of bed and out of my grasp. My eyes stayed with the prize. Even flaccid, he was bigger than I was.

“Nope. I’m gonna need the link to your OnlyFans though,” he said, then turned to his dresser. “Now, what should I dress you in today?”

* * *

I spent most of the rest of Trey’s school vacation at their house under the guise of building my relationship with Trey, so that he’d be comfortable with me around. But I also built my relationship with Eli.

I gave him the link, and he learned my cam schedule quickly. He would send me requests for the live videos.

Even my fans could tell the difference. They knew the guy I hinted about before was now the one I was fucking. I was afraid Eli would read the message boards, get nervous, and end things, but I was ninety-nine percent sure I knew his user name and, if anything, they seemed to encourage me to try for a relationship.

Those were the signals I was getting in person, too. Besides the stolen hugs, kisses, blowjobs, and even fucks, any excuse he could to get me alone, he used.

He had helped me with the laundry - we each gave the other a load. It’s a miracle the clothes came out clean.

He insisted on putting away the Christmas decorations in the shed together - that one had been hot. I was freezing, but he had brought a warming lube with him. I came all over Frosty’s face.

When there was car trouble in the garage, we didn’t want to get grease on our clothes, so we got naked and he fucked me on the hood.

We were like fucking schoolboys. Sex with Eli was addictive.

I was nervous once Trey went back to school that Eli wouldn’t need me as much. Plus, Eli himself had to go back to work.

Only time would tell if our holiday fling was more than a convenient romp.

NINE

ELI

It had been a week since Trey went back to school.

I had only seen Gareth once since then, so when I made the selfish decision to leave Trey at home alone, it felt marginally justified by the ache in my balls. Technically, he was with Henry, but despite that, I’d likely not gain any parent points if Henry’s dad found out.

I just couldn’t get enough of him.

At least Gareth and I were being partially responsible. We were getting dinner for the boys. The Chinese takeout might just be a little delayed because we stopped in a dark, empty parking lot on the way home so I could feed Gareth a cum milkshake and nibble on his ass, before finger-fucking him to orgasm.

Just a quick stop.

I was still hard when we pulled into the driveway.

“You have a thing for cum, don’t you?” Gareth asked.

“What makes you say that?” I grinned before putting the Mercedes in park and looking at his angelic face.

“Hmm…not sure if it’s the number of times you’ve kept my mouth on your dick as you came that gave it away, or, on the off chance that some cum happens to escape one of our mouths, like it did in the car just now, you swipe it up with your fingers and feed it to me.”

“Correction.” I held my finger up. “Sometimes I feed it to myself.”

We both got out, and I opened the back door to grab the food. Gareth came around the back of the SUV to lean against it, arms crossed.

“Don’t get me wrong, Eli, it’s hot as fuck. It’s just hard to believe that someone like you is into kinky stuff.”