Just Lunch

The next day, Jordan was walking out towards the hot tub, when Douglas caught him.

"Umm ... I made some lunch," Douglas said. Jordan arched his eyebrows curiously. A new demeanor today.

Douglas had made a club sandwich, and homemade chips for Jordan, along with a smoked beer. He had fixed a small salad for himself.

"Changed your attitude a little, boy," Jordan observed. Douglas blushed.

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday," Douglas said, contrite. Jordan ate his sandwich, and they chatted, about Jordan, about what he was all about, Douglas contouring his emotional state around the Black alpha. After Jordan finished his sandwich, he motioned Douglas to come closer, and then he kissed the older white male, hard and deep, his tongue invading Douglas's mouth making Douglas moan involuntarily. His hand slid down, into Douglas's drawer, kneading his bare ass.

"I'm going to take your ass on a date tomorrow, sissy."