Things are heating up. The race is on to see who can seduce their mark first. Omar has the inside track but Jimmy finally makes some headway in luring Ted to the dark side. Can Jimmy catch up or will Omar get what he's been after from the start?
Son Swap - Part 4 is a 9,200-word short story and part 4 in a 10-part series.
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Excerpt
“You’re so amazing,” I whispered, leaning forward a little. My body loomed above Mr. Saunders as I felt the strength in his arms, “So beautiful.”
“So are you,” Mr. Saunders whispered back.
I expected him to panic, or at least take the sentiment back. Mr. Saunders didn’t say anything else. Either he didn’t realize what slipped out or he was too far gone to care. If it was the latter, that was all the better for me.
“I love touching you,” I said, keeping my voice low.
My hands left Mr. Saunders’ biceps. Flexing for that long wasn’t easy. His arms had already gone through hell yesterday. Keeping them posed like that wouldn’t help. I was supposed to be making him feel better, after all.
Instead, my hands slid down the length of his body. I explored the crevice between the twin mounds of his pectorals, then went further. The oil slicked on my hands soaked the hairs on his abs. Apparently, this was a sensitive area of his. Mr. Saunders let out an audible gasp. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape as his hips bucked.
“Mmm!” I moaned, loving how much control I had over him. “It’s getting hot in here.”
That was the understatement of the century. The windows in the room had fogged over. We had the air conditioner going but it couldn’t compete with the heat generated by our two bodies. Sweat rolled down me as I yanked the shirt off with my oil-soaked hands. Tossing it aside, I returned my attention back to Mr. Saunders while it landed somewhere on the floor.
“Much better,” I whispered, stretching my body above his again.
I went back to massaging Mr. Saunders’ abs. They were so finely developed. My fingers slipped into the little crevices made by the chiseled muscles. The hairs on the surface felt like tiny feathers. They tickled with every touch I gave him.
“Mr. Saunders…” I said huskily.
“Jimmy…” he breathed out, staring up at me.
I made my move. Bending down, my mouth made contact. I kissed Mr. Saunders on the lips, then slowly worked my tongue inside. He stayed still underneath me, not moving at first. I felt something shift, though, after a few seconds.
One arm came up and wrapped around my back, right below the shoulder blades. His other arm followed. Mr. Saunders deepened the kiss as he held me, giving my body a tight squeeze.
My hips began to move of their own accord. They rocked as I kissed Mr. Saunders harder. We were breathing into each other’s mouths like sprinters. I might have passed out if not for the breath he gave me. The room started to spin. I could feel my cock aching inside of my shorts, begging for release.