Chapter 11: Fuck me till I cum...

"Humm... hummm... huuummmhhmmm..." Karl hummed as he watered the flowers. He closed his eyes and swirled his body softly to the rhythm of his own song.

The sun was bright in the sky, illuminating the flowers that bloomed in the garden. It was a good day for Karl. After having the best night of his life with Alan, the sun decided to grace him with more pleasure.

"Beautiful." He sighed as he opened his eyes. He looked up from the plant he was watering, Selina temporarily stealing his attention. "So beautiful."

A smile graced his face as he watched her approach him, her steps hastened by invisible forces. He knew that her husband, his boss, was not at home. So they were free to do whatever they wanted, without fear.

He missed her, he admitted to himself.

He wanted her to join their little sexcapade but he knew it was impossible as her husband stayed in the house for two days in a row - something unusual - and barely let the woman out of his sight.

"Selena—" he began when she got to where he stood, the watering can long forgotten in his hand.

Selena didn't stop or acknowledge him or his greeting. She simply brushed past him and drove straight into the house.

"Ma'am?" He called softly after her, hoping that her action was an oversight. Still, she refused to turn in his direction.

It was almost as if she was determined ignore him. He watched her reduced silhouette until the door slammed in his face.

Anger burned within him at the obvious 'he does not exist' card she just played at him.

"Do you have plans of killing that flower with water?" Alan's thick voice came from behind.

Karl jumped, startled out of his wits. When he saw it was only Alan, he relaxed. When Alan motioned to the floor with his chin, Karl stared down at the plant in question and winced when he saw water dripping away from it.

"Sorry." He apologized.

Alan looked at the young man, then at the doorway the young man had been so engrossed in. When he found nothing out of place, he looked back at Karl.

"What's got you so distracted?" He asked.

"Nothing," Karl brushed off the question. He couldn't very much tell the son of his employer that he was daydreaming about his father's wife.

Even though...

"Focus on your work then," Alan said, slapping his cheek lightly. He didn't wait for a response before he strutted off.

Katl watched Alan’s retreating figure. The anger he managed to suppress returned in full form, boiling from within him.

Why were the two of them acting like he was just some sort of garbage they could use and dispose of at their own wills?

After the two of them used him, why were they making him feel like he was nothing but their trash?

Especially Alan.

Karl shivered at the reminder of the morning cumshot he got from Alan.

His only wish was that he were the one who drilled the man. He wished he was the one who fucked the other man senseless until the only name the man was moaning was his own. He wanted the man to wrap his hands around his head, pushing him to ride faster. But no, like a fool, he allowed himself to be overpowered.

He looked up at Alan's window, wishing he could get a glimpse of the man's tall figure.

That lean but muscled, tall figure was another reason why he wanted to teach the other msn a lesson. He wanted to show Alan that he could do a good job of making him moan as well. He wanted to show Alan that it was not just about being tall.

He snorted and dropped the water can on the floor. He sank his butt into the search, not minding that it was wet.

His mind began to strategize, wondering how he would be able to show Alan that he was a capable man too.

That he could make the man whimper with pleasure.

He closed his eyes, his mind running amok with what he would do to the man if he had his way.

He imagined his hand wrapped around Alan's cock, stroking him hard and fast, taking pleasure in hearing the man moan.

He shook his head then, not buying the idea.

If he was the one dominating the man, then Alan should pleasure him.

He closed his eyes again, letting his fantasy come alive again.

Alan on his knees, holding his cock in hands, stroking gently.

Alan wrapping his hands around his balls, sucking his cock.

Alan is riding him, jumping on his cock.

Alan kisses him even as he twirls around his cock.

Him bending Alan over, his cock punishing the man for not believing in his ability.

"Hmmm." He moaned, grabbing his cock through his trousers. He rolled his hand around the cock, heat taking over.

Alan was riding him hard now. Karl has his hands around his waist, guiding him to ride him harder.

Alan crouched over while Karl rolled his tongue into the anus even as his fingers stroked the hole.

"Moan for daddy!" Karl ordered. He imagined Alan moaning as he commanded.

"Moan!" He commanded again.

He stroked himself faster, feeling his trousers suddenly too tight. He unzipped himself and his hand disappeared into the space. He grabbed his cock and stroked the length.

"Fuck you!" He cursed out as he kept stroking himself, his mind still imagining him fuckihg the living daylight out of his boss.

"Damn!" He let out as his sperm shot out of his cock. He heaved, his breath out of place.

When he opened his eyes, he eyed the sticky scum on his hand and sighed in frustration. His eyes darted back to Alan's window.

"I need to do something." He told himself, his eyes never wavering from the window.

He nodded as a plan formed in his head.

It was time for him to show Alan how dominating is truly done.