Chapter 2

“Because,” I replied, “you hate me, you want my job, and you’re a nasty son-of-a-bitch.”

“All true,” he said, with a nod of his head. “But then I saw this video, and well, other thoughts occurred to me.”

Despite the fact that I hated the asshole’s guts, my cock began a gradual lift. I reached into my pocket and pulled my stiffening rod up and through the ever-present hole. “You want to see my cock, Lou?” I whispered in his ear, my dick growing harder with each passing second.

“Yeah,” he whispered, now staring down at where my hand had disappeared. “Show it to me, Brad.”

I grinned and removed just the head, which was pink and thick and wet. Then I put it away, just as quickly. “Show’s over,” I said. “Now go sift through someone else’s garbage, asshole.”

“Free Willy for me, Brad, and the video goes bye-bye,” he whispered into my ear with a low, steady groan.