Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 9

^Bear

"What? Isn't truth always the best policy? I mean we like putting our dicks in different orifices and sexes, well most of the time anyway." he mused. "Actually when's the last time you slept with a women?" he asked me. What? I actually had to think about that, not that I intended to answer it. It was before I started working for Laurent, I'd worked for him for three years and left a year ago, so about four years or so, I'd say almost four and a half.

"I'm not telling you that." I refuted.

"Come on." he whined. Stubborn man.

"Fine, four and half years."

"Damn, you must really like ass."

"Horace! And you to Nikolas, your both incorrigible!"

...

So finally that was over and I got Bear home, it was nice to be back in my own space. He followed me around like a shadow until I'd done all the house work and fed him, after that he settled down in his very large dog bed in the front room and I sat down on the sofa with a deep sigh.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, I had a new message, from Caesar.

Caesar: You know I was expecting a text back after what I sent you, heck even a picture in return would have been nice.

Me: Whilst I was still at my parent's house? No chance.

Caesar: To the reply or the picture, 'cause a picture sounds pretty good to me.

I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the sofa, scrolling up a bit to the picture I still had yet to look at and I debated whether I should. Ah fuck it. I tapped on the picture... oh, oh boy. He'd sent a picture of him in his boxers, which were tight, very tight and white which contrasted nicely with his golden skin. It looked like he was sprawled on a bed, the soft blue sheets surrounding him. He was a masterpiece, think Greek god, yeah they didn't hold a candle to him, all those rippling, firm muscles, all the valleys between them. His pecks looked like sculptured stone, his pale pink nipples the same colour as his lips, his broad shoulders made even thicker my muscle. His hips and pelvis peeking out from the low riding boxers, one of his thumbs cheekily behind the hem, pulling them down even more. He had a v-line but it wasn't ridiculous, it looked more natural and I knew it led to a prize, the large bulge in the boxers showed that.

His amber eyes burned, staring into the camera, his bottom lip held between his teeth, still the ghost of a smile quirked his lips, it was a sexy smile.

I let out a strangled groan, feeling myself swell, I'm glad I didn't look at this earlier. My body heated up like it always did around him or even if he was just involved. My eye raked over the picture, and my other hand descended to palm myself.

Caesar: I'm waitingggg...

Suddenly I had an idea. I got up and went to the clean washing pile I had yet to take upstairs, finding the red cock strap Laurent had given me with a smirk. I walked into the downstairs guest bedroom and stripped, stepping into the jock strap. I stood in front of the mirror and to the side, taking a photo. I checked it and grinned, payback was sweet. I got dressed again and sent it to Caesar and waited. I didn't have to wait long. With the way my ass was exposed, covered only by a few elastic straps and how my erection passed filled the front, the rest of my body on full show. It left little to the imagination.

Caesar: You fucking tease and that jock strap is just cruel.

Suddenly the phone rang, it was Caesar, I answered it. "Worth the wait?" I asked smugly.