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lust.
    “Shit,” he says. “I need to double-lock the front door. Nancy used to sneak into the house when I was home sometimes—to catch me cheating.”
    “I thought you never cheated,” I say.
    He gives me a look.
    “Ah, she’s crazy,” I say. “Got it.”
    “That’s one way of putting it,” he says, and puts me down.
    Once again, I’m left alone with my hard cock. I don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose but I’m getting teased to my limit. My balls are even starting to ache. After a few minutes, I get worried about him. I wrap a towel around my waist and sneak out into the corridor. “Colt?” I whisper. “You there?” I hear talking downstairs, and I tiptoe over. It’s only Colt’s voice that I can hear. It’s conversational too. I tuck my towel into itself and head down the stairs.
    I haven’t had a chance to look around yet. The gym seemed kind of plain looking, but I guess that’s Colt’s domain. I think Nancy must have gone a bit nuts with the place. By the time I walk down the hallway, I’ve passed two mini-baskets of potpourri.
    Colt’s in the kitchen on the house phone. He’s wearing a robe and he raises his eyebrows when he sees me naked in the towel. He writes something down on a post-it note, work call, it says. I feel a little silly in this towel now. I go upstairs and get changed.
    Colt stays on the phone for a while and I’m collecting my bags and things in the living room when he finally comes off. “Hey, Leo,” he says, standing in the doorway. “I’m so sorry about that. It was urgent team stuff but that’s no excuse.”
    “Yeah sure, no problem. I guess I really should book that cab then.”
    Colt smirks. “Not a chance. I promised you a shower.”
    “You did?” I ask.
    “I heavily implied one, then.” He laughs, and I start to feel at ease.
    “Come on.” He motions for me to follow him and then sprints up the stairs. When I get to the top, I see his robe on the hallway carpet and the shower turns on.
    This is it.
    The steam from the shower is billowing out from the bathroom door. Colt must have it turned all the way up. “Get in here,” he calls out. He turns the shower off but it stays steamy and warm. I slip out of my clothes while he opens something from the shelf. It’s a jar of coconut oil. I slip out of my last piece of clothing and we look each other over—we grin. “Do you use this stuff?” I ask.
    “This vegan guy at work got me to try it and I’m obsessed with it.”
    “You don’t seem like the beauty product type.”
    “Hey, don’t stereotype me.” He glares. “This stuff is great for muscle stretch marks.”
    “Are you trying to sell me a jar?” I ask.
    “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Come over here,” he says. I walk over and he spins me around. He starts rubbing the tops of my shoulders with coconut oil. It feels warm and smooth and does actually smell quite nice. Colt keeps massaging my shoulders and then the top of my back.
    “Right?” he asks.
    “Anything feels good if you massage someone with it,” I slur. Colt leans forwards to rub it over my arms and his cock pushes against my ass. Mmm. I nearly forgot where this was heading.
    Colt works down my back and rubs the oil into my ass. “Hey,” I say. “I’m going to be all slimy.”
    “I can work with that,” he says. Colt leads me into the shower, and I put my hands up against the wall. He spreads my legs and pulls my hips back so my ass sticks out. My asshole is smooth from shaving it earlier this week. Colt keeps massaging my butt. He squeezes and pushes into the muscle. He runs a lubed finger over my hole and my cock gently throbs. The ring of muscle inside my ass is tight and I’m nervous.
    Will he break me?
    “It works as lube too,” he says. His two big fingers start to rub around my asshole. “How does that feel?” I just moan in response. He pushes harder and I can feel my sphincter stretching to accommodate them. First the tips, then right down to his