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It was truly hard for Clyde to keep his self control when Marc was leaning closer to him. Was it not wrong, to keep indulging in this adventure with the very man that pushed his relationship to a breaking point? Not to pin all of the blame on the beautiful redhead, of course. Clyde was more than aware that he's the one who chose to cheat. Clyde was painfully aware that, even then, Marc had really big effect on him. His erection, instead of giving in to the guilt, throbbed in anticipation. How could it not when he was being promised nothing but pleasure every single night?

"You still... want me?" he asked, mostly because he wanted to hear it. "Even after all this mess?" He reached out, trying to get Marc's hand. It was a shaky motion, for he still had a few doubts himself. Still, Clyde couldn't deny his body of what it truly needed, even if his heart was slower to follow. So he didn't push the younger man away; instead, he dragged the redhead's hand to his obvious erection. "Because I-- I think you can tell this belongs to you now."

Marc just smiled a little, he had no real problems knowing that he’d broken up Clyde’s relationship because he’d seen how the other man was treated in it. He knew that he and Clyde had something special, something that was stronger and more intense than anything he’d ever had outside of what he had with Clyde.

He bit his bottom lip as his hand was led over to Clyde’s erection. Without even a second thought, he slipped his fingers around the large, familiar length and pulled it out from his lover’s pants “Especially after all this mess” he said, leaning in close and slowly stroking Clyde’s impressive length.

“Clyde, baby, you’re without a doubt the sexiest, sweetest… did I mention sexiest hunk I’ve ever known?” he whispered, a playful little grin while he leaned over to press a tender kiss against the man’s cheek. “I want you every single day… the days I got to sneak over and slide through your back door when everyone was out, knowing that the second you found me that you’d be slamming into my back door, those were my happiest days ever”

Ending his night on the floor wasn't how Kyle pictured this was going to end. This isn't his first time sneaking into a building to try and find the truth but it is his first time getting caught.

It all seemed too easy, the door was already unlocked, so all he had to do was get in, get some information, and leave quickly and quietly. The only problem was his curiosity and that wall, which was filled with strange papers with a lot of information on them. He tried to read all of it while still moving, which ended up in him crashing against a metal rack that fell in front of him, making a lot of noise. Forcing him to turn off his flashlight and run away from there.

In the dark, he crashed against a strong figure, cursing under his breath before trying to run in the other direction. Trying is the key word there because he couldn't even turn around, the figure stopped him and quickly got him on the floor, a knife pressed against his throat, which stopped him from trying to free himself.

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There was still a smile on Clyde’s lips, proud of his repairing skills, even when the rain had startled him quite a lot. Simon’s presence was welcome, mostly because he wanted to brag about getting the AC up and running again, but the sudden invitation was just as startling as the thunders out there. Usually clients wanted to have him leave immediately, since not everybody had compassion in their hearts. Of course the mechanic didn’t want to overstay his welcome, but one quick look back to his truck parked across the street was enough for him to know that just getting to it would be hell; not to mention driving in such a storm.

“Well– I don’t mean to impose, of course,” he nodded, taking a few steps closer to Simon and being mindful enough to take his boots off at the doorstep not to drag any mud or dirt inside. “Thank you- I can stay for a bit, just until the rain calms down a little. B-but there’s no need to clean my clothes, though. I can wash them at home and just chill in a robe or… I mean– you’re the boss, your call.”

Simon smiled a little seeing the man taking his boots off, a simple gesture that really made the smaller man feel even better about hiring this man. He waited until he was inside to close the door, just in time for a sickeningly loud crack of thunder to overwhelm the senses. “Nonsense, this isn’t an imposition… if anything I’d rather have someone here than be alone in this storm”

He stepped in, gesturing for Clyde to follow him “You wash those when you get home and the mud and dirts going to be so solid you might as well throw them out. Trust me, I’ve got a top of the line machine that’ll have those so nice and clean and dry in about 30 minutes, it’ll look like you just bought them” he smiled as he went to his spare room, which often doubled for his work room which was why in the corner of it sat a sewing machine, a half-dressed mannequin and a wall of assorted little things he might need to fix things. 

With a little spring in his step, Simon headed on over towards the cupboard and opened it, riffling through until he found a pair of black sweatpants and a white shirt that was several sizes too big for him but should fit on a man with broader shoulders. He even found a pair of boxers that were not exactly the most flattering things but would hopefully do the job. He carried them over to Clyde and handed them over.

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Sometimes there were students that Harry knew he had to get creative with, students who were smart but not willing to really do what they needed to to get their grades. Clyde was almost the textbook case of someone who he knew could do better and he wanted to test out that theory which was how he ended up getting the young man in his office and making him an offer to improve his grades so he’d be able to stay in Harry’s class so the older man could work on him. That was how they ended up here, with Harry sitting against his table with his pants unbuttoned looking down to the pure face of Clyde just at his crotch height.

What college party didn't eventually devolve in to grinding in a dark corner when you were just meant to be kissing? Trent didn't hold back his own quiet groan as their hips continued rutting in to each other. One hand lifting, holding on to Clyde's neck so that the other couldn't fully pull away, even as he heard the whine in the other's voice.

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Fingers had grown slick and sticky from the other's cum as he shot through his orgasm, stroking the mechanic through it to extend it and keep it going, Javier couldn't help but smirk as the young mechanic admitted that he could keep going. "Good, because I'm certainly not through with you yet," he spoke, leaning up to let his teeth graze Clyde's earlobe in a playful manner.

But he adjusted their position, sliding his throbbing cock out of the man's hole so he could shift their positions. With Clyde now on the couch, his knees pressing against the mattress, Javier lined his bulbous head with Clyde's hole and shoved in. "Fuck... Still tight... Like I hadn't even fucked you," Javier groaned out as he pushed every inch of his prodigious girth into him.

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When his car had broken down in the middle of bumfuck wherever he was, Javier knew he had to find a way to get his car fixed and fast. Of course, as a man with as much money as he possessed, he knew that it would be easy to be able to do such a thing, to be able to find someone that could fix his car in a timely manner and get him back to the city so he could meet his important clients.

What he didn't expect, of course, was that when someone told him that they could hook him up with the right guy that he would be, in fact, hooking up with him. And frankly, he hadn't intended for it to go that way, but the second that he saw the other's lithe frame and almost desperate look in his eyes... Javier was already half hard.

"Coming already, mijo?" Javier asked the mechanic, his hand around Clyde's cock as he could feel him climaxing. Even if he didn't have his hand around him, the way that his cock clenched around his hole was certainly enough to have him groaning and knowing that he was coming. Leaning forward from where he had been resting against the chair in his hotel room, he pressed his lips to the shell of Clyde's ear. "I hope you don't think this means I'm through with you yet."

Ben smiled against Clyde's lips. When he asked the mechanic to accompany him to the kitchen and then drag him into the closest room, all he planned to do was finally kiss him. All the flirting they've been doing for the past month was driving him crazy, and now that the event was happening, it would probably be the last time he had the chance to do it, so… he did, but he never mentioned sex. It crossed his mind, but the other seemed so chaste that he didn't even consider it. He expected to merely grope him and have him do the same to him, but now, after the other's words, it was definitely on the table.

"We'll be quick," he whispered against his lips. "I can be quiet," he added, continuing the kiss while his right leg fixed itself between Clyde's, slowly moving it up to be able to rub his thigh against his crotch, trying to see if the other was as hard as him, smiling once he felt it, breaking the kiss for a little breather.

"They won't know," he whispered, "Aren't you curious about how my ass feels without these?" he leaned closer, putting his lips close to the mechanic's right ear, "How warm and tight I am? Or the pretty sounds you can make me try to shut up?" he smirked before pressing his lips against the skin below his ear, starting a trail, continuing down until he reached his shoulder.

"Just give in for once, I promise you won't regret it," he added, while his right hand slid down from his side to the other's crotch, parting his middle and index finger, positioning the silhouette of his dick between them, and starting to move them up and down. "So…? Can I unbutton your pants and get you ready? Or we'll limit ourselves to whatever we can do without undoing our clothes?".