My body woke up crying in pain. I simply had consumed too much the night before. Too much alcohol and too much of Adrian.
With my head pounding in pain, I fumbled the phone to see if Adrian responded to my unorthodox insult.
He did.
"Two-pump chump!? Ouch! Your virgin ass couldn't take a real pounding - it would cripple you! Give me another round - I'll make sure I give you at least 3 pumps next time - I promise."
My cock bounced up with excitement.
"Good morning, Adrian. I see someone is competitive here huh. Well tell me you'd like to try your hardest for a few pumps inside? Knowing you - this won't happen until next year."
Seconds later.
"My house is available today - you sure you're ass is ready for me?"
Amazingly my headache paused, I clinched my asshole to gauge it's soreness and decided.
"What time?"
It's amazing what desire and curiosity will overpower!
"My house is empty until 5p - you tell me what work?"
I looked at my calendar, which was stacked with meetings all day.
"2p - see you soon."
"Clean up and get ready - I'll have a couple drinks to help the stamina."
"Make me a stiff, dirty martini please!"
"Yes sir - I'll give you lots of stiff and dirty!"
"Nice dad joke skills I see - see you soon Mr. 2-pump"
I began to email out all the meetings I had to cancel just shaking my head with a large smile in what a desperate slut I had become.
I decided it was time for extreme measures of pain relief, hydration, body hair trimming and anal cleaning. If Google search had eyes - they widened in amazement after all the first-time searches were executed.
My body was shiny clean inside and out. My nerves decided to do a few shots before heading over to Adrian's house.
My cock was flooded with excitement as I dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt. As I looked in the mirror before leaving the house, I could see the outline of my hungry cock already oozing with pre-cum.
My hands poured sweat as I turned off the car to park. I looked in the mirror to see my face beaded with sweat as I shook my head again knowing what I was chasing.
In true Adrian fashion, after knocking and ringing the doorbell, minutes went by waiting. As I was reaching in my pocket to text him, his car pulled up.
I shook my head with squinted, rolling eyes as he looked at me coming out of his car.
"Sorry my friend - had to run to the office."
I silently accepted his apology as he brushed by me to unlock the front door.
"Martini?"
"Please - make it big and dirty."
He turned back with his eyes rolling, "Dad jokes huh."
I followed him into the kitchen as he reached up to get the vodka and glasses.
Adrian was wearing navy casual dress pants, which we were quite tight around his muscular body, with a white neatly tucked in dress shirt. I also recognized his body was quite tan, which I hadn't really noticed prior.
As he shook and poured our drinks, lots of smiles traded, but nothing spoken.
It reminded me of our purely physical connection.
We were here on business.
We clicked our martini glasses together with, "salute."
Big flirty smiles were traded as we gulped down the drink in seconds.
"What do you think - another?"
My head tilted, shoulders slightly shrugged and lips puckered, in essence to answer, 'I'd prefer something else at this point.'
He smiled, took our glasses and put them into the sink and then immediately approached me with an incredibly strong hug, which pulled me into his face.
One arm kept me tight against his body as the other firmly grabbed my head.
