Lying in bed

Last night had been insane. His body ached from the brutal pounding he’d received from Mike and Simon, but Oliver felt his cock stir with arousal as he thought back to the impromptu orgy he’d been a part of. He’d worked at the bar during the longest dry spell of his life and within the span of couple days he’d had the cock of every single male coworker inside him. He placed his phone down and closed his eyes, picturing Simon’s long shaft dangling in front of him as he kissed Carlos around the tip. Oliver’s hand drifted downward, rubbing the tip of his shaft through his briefs.

Why am I lying here jacking off when I could spend the morning more productively? Shift isn’t for hours yet…I could call him.

Oliver’s eyes fluttered open as one hand reached for his phone, continuing to rub himself to full hardness he shimmied his underwear down to let his impressive cock stand unconstrained. Pulling up Simon’s contact, he snapped a photo of his shaft and sent it before he could second guess himself. Oliver didn’t have to wait long for Simon’s reply, a single line asking Oliver for his address. Oliver typed it with one hand, the other still stroking his shaft, punctuating his text with another dick pic. Simon’s response came back instantly, “OMW.”

Oliver rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and steal a bottle of lube from under the sink. He combed his long hair and threw it up in its customary bun as he spot cleaned his room. Before he knew it, Oliver’s phone buzzed to alert him of Simons arrival. On his way to the door, Oliver noticed that the whiteboard on Alex’s door thankfully read “Out! Fam in town- home in two days”. He couldn’t tell from the closed door if Tori was home, cursing his horniness of booty calling Simon before being sure he had the place to himself.

Fuck, too late now…

Oliver opened the door to a smirking Simon carrying two cups, “Ollie darling, I brought you coffee.” Sidling in past Oliver, Simon let himself in and sat on a barstool in the kitchen. Oliver closed the door and turned to Simon, gratefully accepting the latte. “You know Ollie, I wasn’t expecting your message this morning… but you caught me right as I was getting a latte” Simon’s words dripped with eager intent, but he was obviously enjoying letting Oliver squirm. “I was sure you’d be totally wiped after that bachelorette party yesterday and thought you might call out of your shift tonight.” Oliver smiled, deciding that after everything he’d been through there was no need to be coy, but he still indulged, “Well you see Si, I thought you were a little sloppy serving up drinks last night and wanted to make sure you were on your A game this evening. You made such a mess.” Simon rose to the challenge delightedly “oh you don’t say Ollie? And you want to give me some personal lessons on my messes? Never say I’m not receptive to constructive criticism, now why don’t you give me a tour of his lovely little apartment of yours?” Oliver stood and extended a hand which Simon gladly clasped and pretended to give Si the walk through, the lattes abandoned on the table. “Well, this is the kitchen, and this is the living room…” Oliver pulled Simon into his bedroom and kicked the door closed. Pushing Simon up against the wall to kiss him Oliver whispered, “and this is my bedroom.”