Dirty Minho ~ MinSung (Part.1)

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Looks like I got here just in time. Play date's leaving. That sounds fucking awful. At least the parents aren't outnumbered. Two 'mothers', two kids, it can't be that bad. The little girl shrieks as her mother tries to buckle her in. She's got a voice on her! I wince at the ringing in my ears. I guess it can be that bad.
At least my little tiger has a boy. Boys have gotta be easier than girls. I scowl watching the car leave. What the fuck am I even thinking about this shit for? I just came to check on my little tiger and make a few things clear.
He's mine now.

I guess that's only one thing, but still. I need him to agree to that. And then I can play with Jisung and see just how rough my little tiger likes it. I palm my dick, thinking about that ass. Fuck yeah, I'm definitely getting in there tonight. Normally men don't turn me on, but he did here. I gotta fuck him out of my system and he's definitely down to fuck.
I walk up the sidewalk to his house and stand next to a car, pretending to look at my phone. I've never stalked a person before. That's not what I do. I know a guy to call if I need someone found. But I'm feeling a little awkward at the moment. He kicked my ass out a few hours ago; he's probably giving his son a bath, or reading stories, or just fucking watching Rugrats with him. I don't fucking know. I'm not going to knock.
Fuck that.

I grimace, not knowing what to do. I always have a plan of some sort. But I'm flying by the seat of my pants over this board. When he puts the kid to bed, that's the time to pay him a visit. But I don't know his bedtime. I don't know any of that shit. I run my hand down my face. Am I really going to creep around his house to figure out if he's putting him down for bed? I think about knocking on the door and imagine him standing there with the little guy on his hip. Yeah, I'm gonna fucking peek. I need to take a look and see what's going on in there. I'm not playing Connect Four with the little guy. Not when all I want is to get some ass. He's really gotten under my skin. I need to fuck this board out of my system.
I walk to the backyard. No fence, so that's easy enough. I slink around the corner of the house. I'm probably looking conspicuous as fuck, but I can't fucking help that. I don't think anyone saw me though. It's pretty dark, but I stay in the shadows.
He's got a nice deck. Real fucking nice. A sunken hot tub, although the cover is carpeted in leaves from the oak trees lining his property. They look like they've been there for a year. There's a giant trampoline in the back that's covered with netting. I huff a laugh.
He seems cautious. Protective. I like that, but he also seems uptight. Except when it comes to fucking.

My chest rumbles with approval and I have to readjust my hardening dick. I have to admit he brings out a virile side of me. A primitive need I don't think I've ever felt before. I fucking love it. I'm not sure how long it will last, but I'm sure as fuck going to enjoy it while I can.
The stairs to the deck are on either side - not smart. Anyone could sneak onto his deck and get to the glass sliding doors to his kitchen easy. Someone like me. I keep my steps even and stay quiet as I move up the stairs. I take a peek inside. I don't want to startle my little tiger, I just wanna see if the coast is clear.

His kitchen is pristine. Other than a pizza box sitting on the blue-speckled marble counter, there's nothing out of place. Steel pots hang above a massive island. His gas stove is large enough to cook for a dozen people, easy. This man is serious about his cooking. That reminds me about his restaurant. I'll have to head over tomorrow and check it out. I was too busy today at the office. I cringe, remembering how a jerk-off tried to convince me he needed more time. What he needed to do was stop wasting his wife's hard-earned money on gambling. That's what he needed to do. I'm sure he won't be doing that shit anymore. Not after today.

I take a few steps in front of the glass. I can see the living room from the kitchen and there are stairs on the right that lead downstairs. I can't hear or see either of them though. I look at the handle to the glass door and wonder if he'd leave it open. He better not. He seems too smart for that. I take a tug and sure enough, it's locked.
Good boy.