You were in bed with Anthony the night you both returned from the long weekend he had taken you on to a cabin in the woods. He was asleep after giving you another great fucking. You were impressed with his ongoing willingness to do everything to make you happy. You wanted to do something for him, but as much as you racked your brain, the only thing that you seemed to be able to do was let him do all the work. You had tried to carry some of the luggage in when you got home, but he took it out of your hands while kissing you. You had gently struggled against him, but he insisted. Even little things he wanted to handle. It wasn't like he thought you couldn't do them, just that he wanted to do them for you.
The long weekend with Anthony naked the entire time was a dream. Everyone has fantasies of living on a tropical island with a hot man and being naked all the time. You had been living that fantasy, and Anthony kept it up for you as much as possible staying nude at home.
You fell asleep hearing Anthony's breathing, very content.
Work was pretty normal, except you missed seeing Anthony naked all day long. You knew exactly what was under the clothes he wore, and were able to see it when you made it home.
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You had some things to do after work one day, so you got home after Anthony had been there for a while. As you entered, you looked at how well the place was maintained. Anthony kept the place in perfect order, military corners when he made the bed - and he did it all while naked. You loved watching him do the household chores with his dick and balls swinging. You found him in the living room. He was, of course, nude and you could see that big dick and balls. He was playing some first-person shooter game. You didn't care for those types of games, and you knew he would give them up if you wanted him to. But you didn't want to rid him of everything, you liked him and wanted as much of his personality to stay as possible. You did get him to drink less, as he'd been getting drunk a bit too much before you got together. You enjoyed the sight of him playing video games naked. He saw you and smiled. "Dinner will be ready soon. Almost done with this campaign." Anthony said.
"Great, man." He did score well and serve dinner, all naked. And you got a really good fucking - Anthony was so good at that.
The next day Anthony had a meeting with clients and so had to wear a suit. Looking at him in the morning you got really turned on. Before you left you kissed him deep "You look so hot." You said. You felt him up under his suit jacket.
Anthony kissed you back. "You're going to get me harder, and I'm going to be late."
"We can't have that." You reply, and you both headed for work.
After work and back home, Anthony sat you down in the living room and put on some music. He moved in time with the beat. He started to shuck his jacket off, and you could see his body moving under his clothes. The jacket came off and he tossed it aside. His body continued to move and he began to remove his belt. Your dick was hard, and the belt got sent away, followed by the shoes.
He began to undo his tie. "Leave that on." You said. Anthony smiled and began to unbutton his shirt, and you could see his hairy chest start to come out, the shirt got tossed aside next, leaving his tie, and his trousers were opened and began to move down his hips. Anthony really did look like a professional stripper, and was soon just in his boxers, it was obvious he was hard, and his big dick moved the fabric and it was so erotic.
His boxers came off, and it was much better than most strippers, since boners usually weren't allowed. Once he was fully naked, he came up to you and began to grind his naked ass on your leg. He was wearing just the tie and it was very sexy, Anthony's big cock was between you and you grabbed it, stroking it. Anthony groaned. He began to remove your shirt, and kissed you. He quickly got your clothes off and rimmed you before easing his dick into your ass. He fucked you deep and slow, just as you asked. After slowly fucking you for a while you told him to speed up and he did, cumming just as you did. He licked your cum off of you before coming up for another kiss.
The next day was Saturday and Anthony had a tennis match. Tennis was his favorite physical activity outside of fucking you, and where you didn't have much actual interest in the game, again you let Anthony have part of his "old" life. This time you went to watch him play.
Sitting in the stands, there seemed to be some light hitting your eye, on and off, but you couldn't find the source and mostly ignored it. After the match had been going on for a while, a man sat down next to you.
"He is one remarkable example of manhood, isn't he?" The man said.
You looked at him, feeling a bit groggy. He seemed vaguely familiar, but you couldn't place him. "He certainly is." Anthony had just made a backhand. You continued to look at the man with a puzzled expression on your face.
"You're wondering where you know me from." He said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah."
"I was the hypnotist at a work function you both attended."
"Shit." The word came out much slower than you would have thought given the surprise you felt.
"Don't worry, I've just relaxed you a bit. I wanted to talk." The hypnotist said.
"I feel slow." You said.
"It's OK, it will go away, and I'm not going to do anything to you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Is that OK?"
