Erotic story: Let Me Give You What You Want part 2

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Something outside woke me up. It was probably a car door, or a truck passing by. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I looked at the alarm clock right next to Troy’s bed. It was 3:00 am. My head ached as my hangover raged on. I felt lousy. Lousy because I admittedly drank too much last night, and lousy because I had just had sex with a man a few short hours ago. I was angry. Angry at Troy for manipulating me into letting him fuck me. And angry at myself. For allowing myself to be manipulated.

I felt so dirty. I could feel his seed still running out of my ass. This was not me. I’m not into dudes and I certainly don’t get fucked like some low self esteem slut. I had to get out of here. None of this was familiar to me and I was having a panic attack. My heart was pounding out of my chest as Troy slept soundly just inches away from me. Fucker. What does he have to worry about? He didn’t have some guy’s cum running down his ass right now. He hadn’t just let some guy use him to get off. I was furious. I quietly lifted the covers off my body and slowly got out of the bed.

When I got home to my apartment I could barely even look at myself in the mirror. How could I have let this happen? Not only was this man my sister’s ex boyfriend, he was my boss! What the fuck was I thinking? I’m a smart guy. I’m good at my job. I wasn’t one of those people who needed to sleep with the boss to get ahead. And last but not least. I’m not gay! “FUCK!” I shouted and pounded my fist onto my sink. I tensed up immediately as I felt more of his seed spilling out of me when I strained in anger. This was probably the lowest point of my life I had ever been in. I had just snuck out of the apartment of the man who had taken my virginity and no matter how far away I got from him I couldn’t escape his cum running down my leg as a constant reminder of the fact that I had let a man fuck me. Calling it “the walk of shame” is an understatement. And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse it did. I suddenly realized I was rock hard. My dick stood 10 inches out in front of me as more of his cum ran down my leg. What the fuck is wrong with you, Jason? Didn’t you blow enough loads while you were getting the shit fucked out of you by another dude last night, you pathetic slut?

I had to do something. It was 3:45 am and this is the city that never sleeps.

I went out and fucked 3 women from 3 different bars before sunrise. And I still didn’t feel like a man. I watched as my big dick brought them to climax after climax, unable to get the image out of my head of me being the bitch being brought to orgasm again and again by the dick pounding into them. Did Troy have that same feeling of masculinity and pride as he saw his conquest cumming as he fucked them, just like these sluts were cumming as I fucked them?

Did he get off as he ran his hands over my hard abs and the rest of my body as I let him conquer me? Did he get off on the fact that my 10 inch cock was constantly dripping as it lay against my stomach untouched as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and along my ear, my dick throbbing every single time his giant cock head rubbed against my prostate? Was this just a game to him? To see if he can mate with the most masculine guy he sets his eyes on?

I wonder how many powerful, masculine men, bankers, investors on Wall Street, CEO’s, lawyers, doctors, politicians and the like, that Troy had gotten to bend over for him. How many big dicked “straight” alpha males had squeezed the corners of his mattress in ecstasy and bewilderment as their big dicks pumped out load after load of sperm untouched as Tory thrust in and out of them. How many men had seen stars while Troy claimed them as his?

I told one of the other floor managers that I wanted to be assigned to a different account. The reason I gave was that I was looking for something new, rather than that my previous boss had managed to get me into his bed after fifteen minutes of smooth talking. My new floor manager was a pasty, overweight, balding 60 year-old man. Hopefully you’ll be able to control yourself this time, you slut.

I hadn’t seen Troy since I had crept out of his bed with his seed still spilling out of my ass. And if it were up to me, I hoped to never see him again. He was on the 8th floor and I was on the 19th. And I still took the stairs so I would never have to encounter him.

The next issue I would have to face was the fact that I had no interest in getting laid anymore. Troy had taken that away from me. The me from 2 weeks ago could go out and bring home a date without fail. They could see what I brought to the table. I’m really tall, good looking, and fit. The huge cock was just a bonus they would find out about after they decided to have sex with me. But now I couldn’t bring myself to go out and find girls. I felt like I was lying to them. Like I was advertising this extremely masculine alpha male ready to screw you to a new dimension, but in reality I felt like a bitch who had let some guy fuck him. And I had gotten off on it. There didn’t seem to be any way to come back from that. I couldn’t even jack off anymore. Nothing felt good to me anymore.

After working overtime to get caught up on my new account I figured it was safe to take the elevator down since I was so exhausted and it was almost midnight on a Friday night. The universe had something different in mind.

The elevator light lit up and announced its arrival and the doors parted to reveal a powerfully dressed black man.

I immediately turned and headed for the stairs.

“Jason, wait!” He said, thrusting his large hand out to stop the doors from closing. For a split second I know I saw him smile when he laid eyes on me for the first time in so long.

“Jason!” He called after me, as I turned the corner.

“I don’t want to see you.” I called back, clearly frustrated. Seeing him again brought back a flurry of emotions I was not ready to deal with.

He somehow managed to catch up to me when I reached the stairs. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“What the fuck do you want, man?” I asked, not even able to look at him.

“Jason-” He said, with deep concern in his voice.

“You’ve already had my ass, man, what is it now? Do you just want to humiliate me or something?” I yelled, tears forming in my eyes.

“Jason, calm down, alright?” He said calmly.

“You think you can just ask me to bend over any time now since you’ve already had me once?” I shouted, furiously.

“Jason, it’s not like that at all. I-”

“What could you possibly want from me now?” I asked, finally looking him in the eyes.

The look on his face hit me like a freight train. It wasn’t a look of pity or control, or power, or judgment. It was concern. It suddenly became clear to me that he didn’t view me as some slut he put his dick into one night. He wanted to offer me his help. He actually cared about me. Maybe even respected me.

“Look, Jason. I’ve been wanting to apologize to you ever since I woke up that morning.”

Despite the fact that I had hated this man and had dreamed of this scenario in my head and what I would say to him when I finally saw him, it didn’t feel anything like I imagined it to be.

“It’s not like you forced yourself on me or anything. I- I let it happen.” I realized as I was saying it.

“It doesn’t matter. You weren’t ready. I should have seen that.” He said, sorrowfully.

This was the first time in two weeks that I had ever felt safe in my own skin. And to think it was in the presence of the man I had been so afraid of was mind boggling to me. He slowly reached his hand over to my shoulder. At first I wanted to recoil, but the second I felt his touch again I immediately felt better. Images and feelings from that night came rushing back to me. I remember feeling so safe in his arms. I remember melting into his touch as he kissed my neck as he fucked me. He had this raw charisma and power over me that I had never experienced before.

“Look Jason. I don’t know what you’re feeling about me right now. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I want to help you. If you ever need to talk, you know how to reach me.”

We sat there with him softly rubbing my shoulder. After weeks of feeling so miserable, I was experiencing almost a high of finally getting out of my own head and just relaxing for once. And then I realized something that didn’t make sense to me. I was rock hard. I hadn’t been able to have sex or even jack off for weeks. And here I was sitting with this man again and I was boned up. And I don’t know if it was the two weeks of hormones sitting in my body needing to be flushed out, or Troy’s touch, but I knew I needed to blow a load and fast.

I looked at him right in the eyes and slowly leaned in to kiss him. He turned his face and my lips hit his cheek.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked softly.

“I- I don’t know.” I sighed.

“Jesus, Jason.” He said, starting to get up. “You don’t know how shitty I’ve felt for the past two weeks because of what happened.” He said, angrily. “I mean, I woke up and you were just gone! Jesus, you even moved job assignments to get away from me!”

“Troy, I’m sorry. I-”

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Jason!” He yelled, now tears forming in his eyes. “You made me feel like I took advantage of you or something!”

“I was so confused, Troy. I still am.” I said, sympathetically.

“I can’t do this. I can’t be with someone who makes me feel like a criminal after each time we have sex.” He said angrily.

He turned to me one last time. “I really hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”

And then he left.

I sat there for what felt like ages. It could have been hours. And by the time I finally picked myself off of that floor I had figured it out. I loved this man. And I needed to get him back.

Accepting the fact that I was gay, or at least bi or something was oddly easier than I thought it would be once I got over the whole shock value of it. I was still a man. I was just a man who enjoyed sex with other men. Or was it just one man? I went home that night after the long discussion with Troy and I had a dream that he and I were living together. We were married and shared a happy life together. I woke up the next morning feeling heart broken. I was amazed at how fast my life was moving. Here I am just figuring out that I’m gay and I’m already pining after someone.

The fact that I hadn’t been able to get off for weeks was really catching up with me. Jacking off just didn’t seem right to me. After experiencing such pleasure in Troy’s bed I felt like nothing would ever compare. I wanted him to fuck me again. I had had a lot of sex in my life and nothing had ever felt that good.

I knocked softly on Troy’s office door the next Monday.

“Come in.” He yelled from his desk. “Wow!” He gasped. “I barely recognized you, Jason.” He smiled softly.

I had grown out my facial hair into a finely kept beard. It’s always something I had wanted to do and I figured hey, if I was able to switch to dudes and like it, maybe this transition to having a beard wouldn’t be so bad either.

“Hey Troy. I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch with me tomorrow. My treat.”

“Oh Jason, I really appreciate it, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, man. No drama. I promise.” I begged him, with my sincere blue eyes.

“Alright, but I won’t let you pay for me. I mean, I used to be your boss.”

“Whatever. I’ll pick you up right here tomorrow at noon, okay?”

“See you then, Jason.”

I smiled and left, and immediately became aware that I was sporting a giant erection. I began to blush. Yeah, it was pretty clear that I was into a dude right now. Call that whatever you want, I needed to get off, and soon.

I waited outside Troy’s office and at noon on the dot, he emerged looking exhausted.

“Rough day?” I asked, sympathetically.

“You don’t even know.” He sighed.

“Well come on. The restaurant’s just a few blocks away.”

“Lead the way.” He smiled.

I took him to a place close by that had great, fast options for lunch.

“So how are you doing?” He asked in a serious tone after we had chatted for a few minutes.

“I’m doing really well, Troy.” I smiled.

“Look, I know we kind of talked before, but if I had known you were going to react that way about what we did I-”

“No. Just let me talk for a second.” I interjected.

He looked at me intensely while I sighed and gathered my thoughts.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking for the past couple of weeks.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, Ja-”

“Just let me finish.” I interjected again. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking for the past couple of weeks. And IÉ” I paused, not knowing quite how to put it into words for the first time ever. “I think I’m gay.”

Troy continued to stare into my eyes as I gave a huge sigh of relief.

“Actually I know I’m gay. That’s why I had such a weird reaction to what we did.” I continued. “I-” I began to blush. “Look, I’ve never had sex that great before. And I was scared because I liked it so much.” I finished.

“Jason, I’m happy that I helped bring something like this out of you and that you’re starting to find yourself but I can’t handle this kind of drama on top of my work load right now. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it was stupid of me to initiate it in the first place.”

“No it wasn’t.” I said, shaking my head. “If you think I was anywhere near figuring out I was gay a few weeks ago you’re crazy.”

“I know how it is, Jason. I went through the same thing. I mean I dated your sister for christ’s sake. See, another reason why this was a huge mistake.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand frustratingly.

“Troy, I’m not asking you to marry me or anything. Just calm down.”

“So what are you saying?” He asked, looking at me intently.

“I want to do it again.”

“You do?” He asked, incredulously.

“And again and again.” I laughed. “Seriously, I haven’t been able to get off since I was at your apartment and I’m going crazy here.”

“You haven’t been able to get off for the last 2 and a half weeks?” He gasped.

“No, man.” I laughed. “I really need it.” I said more seriously.

“I don’t know, Jason. I can get plenty of ass without the drama.”

“Well I guess that makes two of us. I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard at all to find someone to fuck me.” I countered. “But is that what you want?”

His temperament immediately changed. I don’t know if he was angry or what, but the look in his eyes was alarming.

He leaned over the table so that his face was inches a way from mine. “You want this dick?”

“Yeah, I want it.” I said, matching his intense stare, refusing to back down.

He brought his lips to mine and kissed me. I moaned and sank into him, relishing the feeling of him having me again. And then just like that he broke and he sat back in his chair comfortably. I almost whined, wanting him to continue his assault on my lips, my cock throbbing against my leg.

“Meet me in my office at 5.” He commanded.

“Oh Troy, I need it now. Come on, there’s a bathroom right here.” I said, starting to get up.

“Nuh uh.” He said, nodding his head. “I don’t have sex in bathrooms. If you want it you’ll have to wait.”

He reached into his pocket, opened up his wallet, and placed 40 dollars on the table. He gave me one last look into my eyes as he got up and then left.

Fuck, was I wrapped around his finger. And damn what I wouldn’t give for it to be 5 o’clock already with my ass up on his desk ready for him to fuck me again. It’s funny how I had managed to abstain from blowing any loads for the past 2 and a half weeks, and now 4 hours feels like torture. My hole pulsed at the thought.

The whole afternoon I was petrified to leave my desk and sitting position out of fear my giant erection I was sporting would cause a scene. I hadn’t gotten off in over 2 long weeks, and the thought of blowing a load with Troy’s dick rubbing against my prostate was making me light headed. It took everything in me to not excuse myself and remedy my issue with some quality time in the bathroom or my car, but I figured if I had waited this long, what’s another few hours?

At 10 minutes to 5 I started to sweat. There was no way I was going to back out, but the panic began to set in. I was nervous before the first time we had sex, too, but it was different this time. Last time I was afraid I wouldn’t like it. This time I was afraid I would like it too much. This whole thing with me submitting myself to another man for sex was all new to me, but it felt oddly comforting. I liked it. I got up from my desk and grabbed a file to cover myself as I made the trek up to Troy’s office. There was just no hiding this thing and it was quite literally pointing me to sex like a dick compass.

I stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner to his office, knocking on his door at 5 o’clock sharp.

“Come in.” He summoned.

I opened the door and quickly shut it behind me, locking it for good measure. The second I heard the click I dropped the folder to the floor and sighed.

“Someone’s excited.” He smiled, looking at my erection through my pants.

“You have no idea, man.”

He got up from his desk and made his way over to me slowly. He grabbed my tie and started kissing my cheek. I moaned.

“What do you want me to do to you?” He whispered into my ear, kissing me.

“I want you to fuck me so bad.” I groaned.

“Let’s make one thing clear.” He said, continuing his assault. “This ass is mine.” He said forcefully, reaching around my hips and grabbing my ass with both hands.

“Whatever you want.” I sighed, loving his touch.

“No one gets this ass but me, are we clear?” He commanded.

“It’s yours.” I said, melting into him.

“You give this ass to me, and me only.” He said, kissing me on the lips.

He slipped his hands inside the waist of my pants and began squeezing my ass tightly, his warm hands feeling wonderful on my bare skin. He pushed me over to the wall and pinned my arms up above my head as he began to really kiss me, thrusting his hips in and out against my groin.

Fuck, if I wasn’t hard as concrete before, I was now.

I suddenly became aware of the fact that my shirt had been unbuttoned and my pants were around my ankles. This guy was good. His hands were caressing my abs and the hair on my chest as he continued to run his tongue along mine.

My dick slapped up audibly against my abs as he thrust my underwear down. There was precum being slung everywhere. In an instant he was gone from my mouth and my cock gave a jolt as it entered his mouth.

“Oh my god.” I panted. This was new to me. That time he had fucked me at his apartment he had never sucked my cock. But it was clear to me now that not only would he suck cock, he enjoyed it.

“Oh fuck,Troy.” I groaned as I felt a moist finger slipping around my hole. With a big breath, he took more and more of my cock down his throat and right when he reached my balls, his finger slipped into my hole.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled as he found my prostate. He immediately slipped off my dick and smiled cockily as he prodded my prostate over and over again with his finger. My dick was rock hard as it jolted up and down with his touch. I could feel the urge to cum growing stronger with every single tap he made against my prostate.

“Nuh uh uh.” He teased, slowly withdrawing his finger from my hole.

“Please man, I have to cum.” I begged.

“Oh you will. Don’t worry.” He said, sliding his pants down to reveal his equally large cock. It was hard and flaring. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. I felt myself being turned around as he positioned me against the wall.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned, leaning against the wall as I felt his cock rubbing against my hole.

“How bad do you want this dick?” He asked, cockily.

“I need it bad.” I moaned.

He slipped the head in my hole and kissed my ear. I groaned.

“Is this enough?” He teased.

“I want it all, Troy. Please.” I begged.

“Oh you want all of this dick in your ass?” He said enthusiastically.

He wrapped his arms around my abs as he thrust forward. Drool escaped my lips as I groaned while I felt his thick dick going up my ass until I felt it reach the end. He was 100% in me and I felt every inch of it. If was just as big as I remembered, and my ass was stretching to accommodate him. I breathed in and out slowly as he began to thrust in an out. He was big, no doubt, but it still felt good as it ran over my prostate.

My dick was rock hard, waving up and down as he fucked me. A glob of precum was massing at the head. I reached out a hand to jack it but Troy immediately intercepted it and put it back up against the wall.

“You let me take care of that.” He whispered into my ear. He continued to fuck me against the wall, my urge to cum reaching an unbearable level. Each thrust he made into me brought me closer and closer to the edge. 2 and a half weeks of sperm was needing to be released, and Troy was going to fuck it out of me when he decided I should cum.

“Oh fuck, Troy.” I said through gritted teeth. He was doing this on purpose. He was long dicking me, making sure the exposure his dick had on my prostate was as pleasurable for me as possible.

“Oh my god.” I groaned, feeling my dick start to bounce uncontrollably as he continued plowing into me.

I managed to lean my head down and watch as the thickest load I had ever seen began to shoot out of my rock hard cock, completely untouched.

“Oh my g-” I panted, out of breath.

I did everything I could to hold my eyes open as the deepest orgasm I had ever experienced in my life swept over me. Every muscle in my body seemed to strain as more and more cum shot out of my dick.

“Fuck!” I shouted, the cum spraying against the wall and dripping down to the floor. There was no end in sight. He started fucking me harder and harder, my dick swinging left and right, up and down, spraying everything in its path with more cum. I had no idea how long I had been under this orgasm, but the harder Troy thrust into me the more I shot.


Something outside woke me up. A familiar feeling came over me as I gathered my bearings. I was in Troy’s apartment. I realized he had one arm wrapped around my chest and he was snoozing soundly next to me. I felt safe. I felt valued. I felt desired. I felt respected. I felt loved. I shook my head remembering how I had woken up in this exact same position two and a half weeks ago, desperate to escape, and how this time there was no place I’d rather be. I immediately fell into a deep sleep with Troy pressed against me.

I was the first to wake up. I opened my eyes and saw Troy sleeping next to me and an absolutely euphoric feeling came over me. I was a lucky man. I had the opportunity to explore my sexuality with the sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. And he wanted me. He looked past all of the pathetic school girl drama I had burdened him with and still wanted to be with me.

I crept into the kitchen to start breakfast. Not even two minutes later Troy emerged from the bedroom, completely naked with a smile on his face; his thick dick swinging from his waist as he walked into the kitchen.

“You know for a second there I thought you’d split again.” He said, laughing.

“I’d like to see you try to get rid of me now.” I smiled, leaning into him for a deep kiss. Damn his lips felt good. His smooth face felt great against my facial hair. I wondered what I felt like to him. He apparently didn’t have any problems with it as he continued to kiss me until I realized the pot I was filling with water at the sink was running over.

“Don’t let me distract you from making breakfast.” He laughed. “I’m starving.”

Boy was that an understatement. After he fucked me against the wall in his office yesterday afternoon we got dressed and headed back to his apartment where he fucked me again and again and again until we passed out from exhaustion. I won’t even pretend to guess how many loads he fucked out of me that night. I lost count after I came for the eighth time and I know he had mounted me another couple of times after that before the night was over.

This was the best sex I had ever had in my life. No question. I had had a lot of sex in my life, but the intimacy I felt with Troy and handing over control to another man as I submitted to him was intoxicating. Not to mention the extra stimulation of having a big dick slamming into your prostate that you can’t have with women. Needless to say I was no longer a straight man. And I had no desire to look back. I was smitten.

I moved in with Troy after 3 weeks. I had never moved this fast in a relationship before, but Troy made me happy and why should I have to make the walk of shame home to my side of the city every single night when I could fall asleep every night in his powerful arms instead? It was a no brainer.

And yes, along with this new life was this new identity. I had decided I was truly gay. Did I still find women attractive? Yes. But I didn’t feel the need to mate with women anymore. I was having the best sex of my life with a man and I was not looking back. Sorry Claire, the pressure to have grandchildren is falling to you, sissy.

And speaking of Claire, she was the person I was closest to on this earth and I had been afraid to tell her about my situation. I knew she would be more than fine with me being gay, it’s the “the boyfriend who used to fuck you is now fucking me instead” part that made me apprehensive to cue her in on the situation. It was when I was staring over at my handsome man from across breakfast before work one day that I knew I needed to tell her. I was falling in love with this man. I needed to come clean.

I took Claire out for some drinks the following night. Incidentally this was the same bar where Troy had convinced me to let him fuck me what seems like a lifetime ago. Claire was excited to see me. We had talked on the phone like we always do for the past two months but she had sensed I had been distant. And it was because I was being distant. It was time to tell her why.

We sat at the bar and each ordered our drinks. She sipped from her signature vodka soda while I sipped on my scotch.

“You know if people didn’t know any better they’d think you were taken already.” She teased, noting the fact that we looked like an attractive couple in the midst of a bunch of horny singles. “I love the new facial hair, by the way.” She added, pinching my cheek.

“Who do you have your eyes on?” She asked, used to playing wing-woman for my bachelor-esque ways.

“Claire-” I interjected.

“The girl over by the window is cute.” She stared.

“Claire-” I tried again.

“I could try to get her number for you.” She mumbled, fixing her hair.

“Claire!” I yelled, putting my palm on her hand, signifying I wanted her to sit down.

“What’s up?” She asked, knowing I was serious.

“I need to tell you something.” I said slowly.

“Oh my god, you got a girl pregnant, didn’t you?” She gasped.

“No, Claire. Just listen.” I said calmly.

“What is it?” She asked, sensing I was really nervous.

“I-” I struggled. “I think- I think I’m gay, Claire.”

She paused.

“You what?”

“I think I’m gay.” I repeated, more sternly this time.

“You think you’re gay?” She asked, in disbelief.

“Actually, I know I’m gay.” I said, taking a sip of scotch.

“What are you talking about, Jason, you’re the horniest guy I know. You practically sleep with any hot girl who walks in a room.”

“I used toÉ” I said, still kind of confused myself.

“What do you mean you used to?” She asked, mocking me.

“I mean I used to. That’s not what I want anymore.” I said honestly.

“And so, what, you’re just switching to dudes now?” She asked, skeptically.

“It’s not like that, Claire. It’s- I can’t really explain it.”

“Look Jason, you know I’m down with the gays. You and I have been going to pride with friends for years now. But are you really sure this is what you want?”

“I’m more than sure, Claire.” I sighed.

“Oh my gosh!” She squealed. “I am so happy for you!”

“Thanks, Claire.” I smiled.

“So what’s your type?” She leaned in, deviously.

“Yeah, about that. . .” I began.

“Uh huh?” She urged me to continue.

“I’ve actually been seeing someone. . .” I said awkwardly.

“Oh my gosh, Jason! Tell me about him!”

“It’s Troy Jennings, Claire. . .” I mumbled, fumbling around with the tablecloth.

Her face dropped. “M- My Troy?” She asked slowly.

“Your Troy.” I said softly.

“Okay. . .” She began. “Okay. It’s okay.”


“Okay. That’s fine. Whew! Okay.”

“Claire, talk to me.”

“It’s okay, Jason. It’s just kind of a shock.”

“It’s bound to be.” I replied.

“I mean, I didn’t think Troy was gay, but then again I didn’t think you were gay either, so what do I know?”

“So you’re really okay with this?” I asked.

“I think I really am, Jason.” She smiled, holding my hand.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so happy!” She squealed, excited.

“Seriously?” I laughed.

“This is amazing, Jason, I am so happy for you!” She gushed. “Have you two. . .”

“We have . . .”

“Isn’t he amazing?” She winked.

“Alright, this conversation is over.” I said, getting up from the table.

“Aww, Jason, come on.” She sighed.

“I love you. Call you later.” I kissed her on the cheek.

“Come back, Jason! I have so many questions!”

“Not a chance in hell, Claire!” I called back, waving goodbye to her.

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