Home Is With You

3 • Godly man

Hearing a persistent knocking on my door, I groan as I fix my tie going to my front door. Looking through the peep hole I see no one other than my ex wife Violet.

Opening the door I glared at her, "What do you want? I told you last you came here I don't want to get back together." I say looking at her his blue eyes darkening with rage. "Who was that leaving in that cab Homer?" Violet asked as her face grew red. "We...no you know what?! Why do you want to know I'm a free man last I checked?" I fired back at her as she tried to push past me.

"You slept with some black whore! To what! Get back at me. No black bitch can fuck you like I can." Violet yelled at me as she smirked at me like she won the lottery. "Whatever you say. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I have to get to work maybe you should focus on work and not who I'm fucking." I retort as I grab my briefcase. Locking up my house I sigh as I get into my car driving to the office.

I'm very proud of my firm. I started from the bottom of the totem pole to the top. It's been a hard five years of grinding and sleepless nights.

Arriving in the parking lot, I get out going inside. Seeing my secretary with a cup of coffee in hand. "Morning sir." They said. "Morning. What's on schedule for today?" I ask as they followed me to my office.

"You have a meeting with Mr and Mrs. Whitman for divorce proceedings in a hour. At eleven Ms. Lee wants a consultation with you. Mr. Birmingham has scheduled another meeting to talk about you joining his firm with ours. Other than that it's the usual sorting through case files." They rattled off. "Get in contact with my divorce lawyer." I say. "May I ask why?"

"I need them to issue my ex wife with a restraining order as much distance as they can get." I say. "I'm on it sir. Call me if you need me." They said before leaving me as I head into my office.

Taking a seat, I start my day doing my best to not think about Jeremy. Hearing a knock on the door, "Come in." Seeing Maverick come in I groan shaking my head.

Maverick worked as my head accountant. He may act like a dumbass half the time but he's a genius when it comes to math.

"Hey unc." Maverick said as he plopped in a chair. "Maverick how many times have I told told you don't call me that at work." I say pinching the bridge of my nose. Waving me off I glare at him as he smirks at me. "What?" I ask him. "I see you were busy last night, considering that hickey on your neck." Maverick smirked. "Shut up. It's nothing." I say rolling my eyes.

"So how was it? Did you take up the ass or did he?" Maverick asked leaning forward. "First off it was mind blowing.  Secondly he took it up the ass. But it won't be happening again." I say to him. "Why not? You two looked like you really hit it off." He whined pouting.

"I'm not gay or even bisexual. I'm perfectly straight." I shrug simply. "So what I'm hearing is that you don't want to try something new. Unc come on. This is the time to see what you actually like. To find out who you are." Maverick groaned running his hands down his face.

"Maverick, I'm not doing this right now. I have work to do. Go do yours." I say glaring at him. With a huff, Maverick left my office going to do his work as I got ready to start my day.

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I sigh as I approval the last case file for today. "Are you leaving for the night sir?" My secretary asked as they poked their head through the door. "Yes I am. Have a goodnight." I say as I stand up leaving my office.

Getting in my car, I drive to my house as I loosen my tie. Glancing to the sidewalk, I see the God like man with dreadlocks flowing down his back. I wanted to stop the car but I knew I shouldn't. He gained my attention without trying.

No matter how hard I tried to immerse myself in my work and clients Jeremy was always in my mind. From thinking about his dreadlocks, to his dark forest green eyes, to the way he completely unraveled underneath me.

Arriving home I park in the garage before going inside. Groaning, I look down seeing my cock straining against my khaki slacks. Going straight to the bathroom I dropped my pants. Taking my cock in my hands.

My mind instantly goes to Violet. Thinking about her wide hips, thick thighs, pale skin and tight pussy. It instantly is replaced with the vision of dark skin, green eyes, and long salt, pepper dreadlocks.

Biting my lip I gasp out as I stroke myself imaging being deeply settled in his ass. "Jeremy." I moan my breath coming out in pants. The faster my strokes became the more erratic my hips thrust into my hand.

"Jeremy say my name!" I grunt out. "Homer...Homer...Homer!" I heard him yell in thar deep sultry voice that made me balls tremble. My cum shot onto the mirror making my legs shake slightly. Trying to catch my breath, I wiped the mirror of my orgasm as reality of what I just did set in.

I just masturbated to the thought of being in a other guy's ass. Dragging a hand down my beard I groan out. "Fuck. There has to be a way to get him out of my head!" I yell out.