There was no answer at first. Before John could debate leaving or knocking again there was a faint sound then a voice. "Hello?" Randy's tone sounded slightly slurred. John felt embarrassed that he caught Randy trying to rest. "Just John. If you're resting I can come another time." He called back.
"No...no...um...one moment." Randy replied through the door. There sounded to be some shuffling before the door cracked open with Randy peering out. "Come on in." He moved to let John enter, the faint smell of whiskey on his breath.
John walked into the dimly lit room, seeing only a lamp was on. He tried not to feel foolish. "Hey...thought I'd stop by." The pleading voice of Randy from the shower seemed to echo in his mind.
"Hey, it's fine John." Randy gave a shaky smile before he moved to sit. He was wearing only a pair of black gym shorts. "Go ahead. Sit." He told him. A half empty glass sat on the table next to him.
John took a seat, trying not to sound stupid. "I was thinking of you tonight after the show...I know it sounds crazy but I thought I heard your voice while I was in the shower. You asked me to come see you...I didn't want to ignore it in case it was a sign you needed help of some kind." He loved how he was trying to justify his actions as if they made sense.
Randy gave a quick scoff type laugh. He sort of gestured to the glass. "Is that needing help?"
John sighed as he took in Randy's appearance and how the other's man's eyes looked slightly glazed. "I wish you wouldn't drink so much, Ran."
"Well, it either that or sleeping pills." Randy replied dryly, almost matter of fact.
John was at a loss of what to do. "Ran...I...surely you can't be this bad because of me...we've been apart two years and you seemed okay until a few days ago...what changed?"
"I don't know...Fuck, I wish I did if I knew it would change it." Randy almost snapped. "It was like everything I had done to try to forget just….shattered." Before John could reply he suddenly felt an unwanted heat fill his body. It was the same way it had reacted when speaking to Bray about Randy. He felt like a bitch in heat, his cock almost instantly hard and tenting in his shorts. A small pant passed his lips as he fought the lustful haze wanting to cloud his mind. "Maybe I just need a good fuck." John heard Randy say as the younger man reached for the partly drank glass.
John gave a low pant at the words. His mind could hardly think past the fog of sexual desire he was feeling. "H-How long has it been?" He forced out, trying not to moan.
Randy raised a brow, looking. "How long has what been, John?" He asked, sitting the glass back down. John's head spun as he tried to think of what he had just said but all that came from him was a needy moan. His cock was almost painful as it pushed against the front of his tan shorts. It was almost like a dream or he had been drugged.
"John?" Randy got up from his seat, moving over to him. "What is it?"
John tried to shake off the feeling that wanted to consume him shaking his head although his blue eyes were darkened with desire. "N-Nothing...I haven't been myself lately either...overlook me."
"Yeah..sure...we both seem like screwed messes." Randy almost laughed as he went to turn. "Screwed, what an appropriate word."
John went to stand to go, showing his aroused condition. The fog in his mind and body seemed to spread through the room, filling the small space with sexual energy. "I...n-need..." He stammered, knowing he sounded like a stuttering idiot. "D-Damn...is it hot in here?"
"Want me to open the sliding doors?" Randy asked.
John gave a nod, hoping the cool air would clear his head. "Yes, Please." He pulled off his sweat soaked shirt and tossed it aside.
"Yeah, Baby...take it off." John heard as Randy moved for the door, his back to him. John reached down to give his throbbing cock a squeeze while Randy's back was turned, trying to relieve some of the pressure he felt.
Randy cracked the door, allowing a cool breeze to enter. Randy went to turn, almost stumbling as his head wanted to spin. John saw Randy stumble and hurried by his side to almost catch him. "You okay?" He checked, trying to fight the clouded feeling in his own head that had not been caused by alcohol.
"Yeah….yeah...I'm fine." Randy faintly whispered. His head moved to look at John's face. "Fuck, I want you." His eyes slightly distant looking.
John gave a shaky breath, not able to fight the almost primal need causing his entire body to ache. "F-Fuck me then." He almost whispered back. "Been wanting it so bad." Randy reach a hand to hook behind John's head, pulling him into him for a deep, searing kiss. The taste of the whisky was on Randy's lips. John moaned against Randy's lips, not thinking about anything but the searing lust filling the room. The sound of their panting was all that could be heard as the kiss grew almost frantic between them. Randy's other hand moved the rub the front of John's shorts with a heated moan. He craved to feel his Baby again.
John gave a louder moan at the touch, his cock already dripping enough to soil his boxers. "Pllllease." He groaned, drawing the word out as the kiss broke. "Please take me."
"Oh god, John." Randy moaned. "Finish stripping." Randy released John to move to get the oil from his bag.
John almost ripped his clothes from his body in his hurry for some relief to the lust that had been plaguing him night and day. He knew this was not right but somehow it felt like they had gone back two years in the past when being together was all that mattered.
Randy turned with the bottle looking at John. "Fuck, Baby...pick how you want me….quick." He walked over to set the bottle down, removing his shorts showing his own heated state. Randy was one man that booze didn't affect his performance. It warmed John's heart to hear the endearment he never thought he would again. He climbed on the bed and got on all fours much like he was in the memory that seemed to haunt him. He liked how this position was totally different from having sex with Nikki so it was easier to pretend he was not cheating.
"Oh yeah. Show off those assets." Randy groaned as he took the oil putting some on his hand. "Need my fingers first?"
"Yeah...stretch me some..it's been a long time." John told him lowly.
"Sure, Baby." Randy got on the bed behind John, slowly pushing the oiled fingers between John's cheeks to slick the ample flesh before he pushed two of them slowly inside. John gave a groan at the missed, familiar feeling. Nothing in the word felt like the blissful stretch did. "Fuck...so tight." Randy commented as he pushed his fingers in more before slowly pumping them.
"J-Just take me now...fuck me...Daddy." John replied with desire evident in his voice.
Randy removed his fingers, soon replacing them with the head of his cock, pushing in with a deep, needy moan. A he did a crazed laugh was heard...or was it? "So good, Baby." Randy moaned, pushing deeper.
John thought he heard Bray's familiar creepy laugh but before he could mention it a fresh wave of lust went through him at the feeling of being joined with Randy again. "Fuck...Daddy." He groaned in reply.
"God I missed you, Baby." Randy moaned as his hands moved to John's hips to begin taking him hard. Moans came from Randy's chest. "Oh god, yes, Baby...fuck yeah."
John had forgotten how good it felt to be taken by a strong man. He tried to fool himself, tell himself sex with a beautiful woman was just as good but to him it was merely a pale copy. He loved how the younger man always claimed him hard and with passion, just the way he loved it. "Fuck...been so long..."
"Shh.. Baby...Daddy has you now." Randy moaned. "Fuck you feel so good...oh fuck." The sounds of passionate sex filled the air as Randy fucked John with an almost desperation. The older man drank in the feelings of lust, love and comfort that the younger man offered him.
Neither man even cared that the sliding door was open. "N-Not going to last...too good." John admitted as the feelings grew stronger.
"It's okay, Baby...neither am I...so close already." Randy moaned, his eyes drifting closed as his hands griped just a little tighter. John's body gave a shudder as he cried out, finally feeling all the pent up tension leaving him after days of hell. "Shit, Baby...can you hold a moment longer?" Randy moaned, feeling right on the edge.
"Y-Yeah...go ahead." John gasped as he panted for breath.
"Mmm yeah." Randy moaned as he went just a hair fast until he pushed deep and buried his face against John's back to muffle his climax as it hit him fast and hard. He fell back on his heel, pulling out as he panted hard. John all but collapsed on his stomache, feeling limp and exhausted. He forgot all about catching the plane to his place he was so spent. Once again he faintly heard the demented laughter but he was too tired to care.
Randy moved before collapsing on the bed next to John, passing out. John tried to force his eyes open to leave but instead he curled close to Randy and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Hours passed when Randy woke, stumbling from the bed towards the bathroom. He shivered slightly as he did wondering why the room was so damn cold. John lay on his side, curled close to the spot where Randy had been. He slept deeply, light snores leaving him as he was finally a sated man after getting what his body had craved for days. He was still naked and a small, dark spot soiled the sheets under him where Randy's release had leaked out. The room was cold but still carried the unique scent of their joining.
Randy reached the bathroom and it dawn on him his naked stated. "What the?" He was puzzled as he had gotten in the habit of sleeping in shorts since a fire in a hotel just over a year ago. He relieved himself and headed back into the room, seeing the curtains moving by the patio doors. He scratched his head. "I thought I closed you." He commented to himself as he moved to slide them shut. He turned to the bed for a few more hours sleep seeing the lump on the bed. His brows knitted together as he stepped closer. "No...no...what the fuck, Randy?" His whispered to himself as of course the closer he got to the bed the stronger the smell of the events grew.
John could be heard sleeping deeply, his naked body visible in the moonlit room as he was laying on top of the blankets. "What did I do?" Randy whispered almost in a state of shock. "Oh, fuck...this can't be real...you fucking lost it this time, Randy." He told himself as he lowered his head, holding it between his hands. "This isn't real...just a dream...just another screwed up dream. I'll look and he won't really be there." Randy went to lift his head to look and John was still there sleeping away. Randy shook his head, stepping away as fear entered his mind. What happened? Did he attack John and the older man passed out from it? That had to be it. His head moved looking around the room for signs of a fight...maybe worse signs he actually did attack Nikki.
The room carried no signs of a struggle. The only evidence of John was his clothes laying on the floor next to the bed. Randy's head was spinning as he felt in complete shock. He knew John about as well as anyone. He had to have done something to him. John wouldn't have just been with him. Why couldn't he remember? As he moved his legs hit the coffee table causing him to fall back in a crash. He gave a groan as pain wanted to rip through his head.
John was startled out of his deep sleep by the sound and sat up. He felt confused when he realized he was in an unfamiliar hotel room. Last he remembered he was supposed to be on his way to catch his private plane to Florida. He saw Randy on the floor and the memories came rushing back along with a deep sense of shame for what he had done. "Fuck." He groaned. John had always prided himself on being a faithful boyfriend and he had behaved like an easy slut. He moved to stand up and walk over to where Randy lay. "You okay?"
Randy tried to blink his eyes, giving a groan as he moved his head. "Don't know." John bent to help Randy to his feet and on the bed. "You need me to take you to the hospital?" He asked, not knowing how badly he was hurt.
"Don't...think so." Randy placed a hand to the back of his head to try to check for bleeding, wincing at the touch. "Wh-what happened?"
"You must have fallen." John hung his hand in shame. "I'm so sorry...I don't know what came over me. I'm supposed to be on a plane to my place."
"What came over you?" Randy looked at him trying to focus. "I...I me-mean before the fall."
John sighed, feeling worse than dirt. "You don't remember anything?"
"I don't know if I do or not...fuck." Randy wanted to scream but he knew it would only make his head worse. "Just feels like a screwed up dream."
"I came to see you after the show. You were drinking and we talked awhile." John's head was lowered in shame as he spoke. "All of a sudden for no reason I started feeling horny as hell...my mind felt clouded...all I could think of was you. You got up to open the door for some fresh air and you stumbled...I went to check on you and you said you wanted me...god, next thing I knew I was begging for you to fuck me...things...well, went from there."
"So...I...I didn't take advantage of you?" Randy asked to clarify. Maybe give himself some peace of mind.
"No...no I don't know why I acted that way." A faint sniffle could be heard from the older man. "I've been a mess all week...I was in the middle of sex with Nikki the other day and I couldn't get off until I thought of you."
"Damn, John...seemed we are both getting screwed in the noggin...um. Ma-maybe you need to come clean with Nikki." Randy told him.
John's body language grew scared at the thought of losing the life he had. He stood up abrupting, wiping his eyes. "I need to clean up and call my pilot."
Randy lowered his head. "Fine...go." A defeated sound came in his voice. He slowly crawled up the bed, laying back down on his side.
John paused, looking at the man a long moment. A lump wanted to form in his throat. He felt like he had used Randy and cheated on Nikki and he hated himself for it. "I'm sorry, Ran." He whispered before walking to the bathroom. Randy just gave a faint huff as the bathroom door closed. He rolled to the side, trying to ignore the pain as he pulled the blanket over him. Once alone tears trailed from John's eyes as he washed the evidence off his body of their joining. He did care about Randy...he loved the man. Why else would he have spent five long years trying to break down the Viper's walls? Randy had put him in an impossible position with the marriage proposal. Now he had deeply hurt the younger man and would hurt Nikki if he came clean. Nikki had been nothing but good to him and she had a jealous, insecure streak. He knew once she found out he swung both ways she would never trust him around Randy again. He just could not tell her.
Randy's body slipped into a dark dreamless void. As John washed he got that cold eerie laugh echoing in his head. John spun to look around the bathroom, seeing no one. "Who's there?" He called over the running water. There was no reply besides the mocking laugh that just wanted to keep taunting him. "Leave me alone!" John said in a harsh whisper. He hurried to wash and then dried off and walked back in the bedroom to dress in his clothes he had left beside the bed.
Randy made no sound or movement when John entered the room. John dressed and made a phone call to his pilot. The man told him they could leave in two hours as he had been on stand by waiting for him. John walked to the bed and bent to place a kiss on Randy's cheek. "So sorry." He whispered before leaving the room. Until John left the hotel the images and laugh taunted the older man.
John felt like he was slowly losing his mind. Images of what they had done haunted him. He could hear Randy saying "Daddy's got you." It caused his heart to ache as he made the ride to the airport. A part of him felt like he was being played. First he had the touch of Randy in the arena locker room and the voice begging him to go see him. Once he gave in and went he felt so heated he would have given in to anything Randy wanted. It seemed tied to Bray but that sounded insane even to him.
The flight was quiet except for John on thoughts as was the ride to his home. It had now been hours since they parted ways. John's phone started ringing in his pocket. John had removed his shoes and was putting away his things in the master bedroom when the phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket to take the call. "Hello?"
"Hey John it's Jesse." Replied Jesse James on the other end, one of the company bookers.
"Hey, Jesse. What can I do for you?" John asked as he sat on the bed.
"Hey, I only ask this cause I know you two are close. When did you last talk to Randy?" Jesse replied. He tried to sound his normal upbeat way, but there was worry in his voice.
John knew he would have to lie a little to avoid questions. "Uh...at the hotel after the show. Why?"
"Damn…" There was a pause. "He never checked in at the next hotel and he didn't show at the production meeting."
"Oh, damn." John echoed Jesse, now worried himself. "He hasn't been sleeping well lately...he had a headache...maybe he overslept."
"The old hotel checked out. Damn it." The older man exclaimed slightly. "Let either me or Hunter know if you hear from him?"
"Of course...I'll try to find out." John told Jesse as he tried not to panic. He knew Randy could be unstable and self destructive. Had last night pushed him so far he hurt himself?
Any attempt to Randy's phone went unanswered. It was about an hour later when Nikki called John between appointments just to check in. John was thankful that Nikki had not been hurt. He did not really think Randy would try to act out his dream but right now anything seemed possible. He felt even more guilty when his girlfriend seemed worried about Randy as he was. Once off the phone he paced the house, unable to focus on anything but Randy.
More time passed until it seemed almost a blur. Finally John's phone rang again. John grabbed his phone without even looking at the number. "Hello?"
"Hey." Came a groggy sounding Randy.
"Ran...where are you? Jesse called and said you never showed at the hotel?" John asked, trying not to sound as panicked as he was.
"Hospital...th-they know." Randy replied. "Di-didn't know if they would reach you...or not."
"Hospital? What happened?" John's stomach lurched and he worried he might get sick.
"Um...ah...one moment." There was a pause before Randy came back. He gave the name and that he thought it was somewhere between the two cities.
"What happened?" John repeated when the younger man did not give him an answer.
"Oh...um...not sure...th-they said my car was fo-found ran into a ditch." Randy replied.
"Fuck, Daddy." John said before he could catch himself. "Um...I'm off today. I'll call my pilot and stop by to see you."
"You just left. You sure?" Randy asked sounding surprised. "Th-they talked about keeping me for observation. pos-possability of...co-concussion."
"Of course I'm sure. I do care about you." John told him quietly. "You need to take care of yourself...your body was probably worn down."
"Okay...ma-maybe. Ne-need to...I'm in room...um...damn." There was a pause. "324." Randy finally replied.
John grabbed a pen and wrote down the information. "Okay. See you in a few hours." He ended the call and hurried to contact his pilot. The pilot was surprised to be called again but told John he could be ready in an hour or so. John dressed in a new change of clothes and told Nikki what was going on. She was very supportive and told him to wish Randy well for her. Before leaving the bedroom John paused beside his dresser. He felt compelled to open it and pull out the expensive Rolex watch inside the top drawer. It had been a gift from Randy and he had worn it the whole five years they were together. He slipped it on his wrist again before leaving the room to make the drive to the airport.
After the phone call Randy tried to relax. The nurse let Randy sleep but kept an eye on him so he wouldn't sleep too deeply. John felt so many emotions as he flew to the city where Randy was stay. Worry, guilt, regret and sadness were tearing him apart. He liked and respected Nikki but deep inside he knew he did not love her the way he did Randy. She deserved much better than him but he just was too cowardly to face the truth. A few hours later John arrived at the hospital and walked inside to look for Randy's room number.
When John reached the room he saw an older woman in the dim room by Randy's bed. Stepping in he could easily see it to be Elaine, Randy's mother. John walked closer to the bed, keeping his tone soft so he would not scare her. "Hey, Elaine."
Elaine turned her head slightly towards the voice. "Oh...hey, John." She offered a faint smile. She released Randy's hand before moving over to him.
"Randy called me about his accident. How is he?" He asked, glancing toward the bed in concern.
"They are finally letting him rest." She whispered. "There was a concussion and some bruised ribs. I was told it could have been much worse." She sighed from worry.
"I'm thankful it wasn't. I was worried." John told the older woman. "I know he's been stressed lately."
"Oh?" Was all she replied unsure what else to say. "Work related I am guessing?"
John knew once again he would have to lie. To his knowledge Randy's mom had no idea they had ever been a couple or anything but good buddies. "Yes, Ma'am...we all deal with a lot on our shoulders."
"Well, if he doesn't pass the testing I'll make sure he gets some rest." Elaine told him.
"Ma." Randy faintly whined from the bed. "That isn't needed."
"From the way it sounds it is." She replied looking over. "What if the car veered the other direction?"
John gave an intake of breath at the thought. What if it had? What if Randy had died with things strained between them? He walked closer to the bed. "Hey, Ran. How you feeling?" As he bent the gold watch could be seen on his wrist. It was the first time he had worn it in two years.
"Like Show KO punched me more times then I can count." Randy joked.
"I'll make sure the guest room is set up for you, Dear." Elaine commented.
"Ma...I am sure I'll be fine." Randy tried not to whine like a child that sounded odd for him.
"Well, not like you can stay with John...he has work." She retorted.
"Ma...Please."
John had to chuckle as he had never heard Randy almost whine before. "How long does he need to be watched? He can crash at my place if he wants...I guess I could ask for a few days off." He figured it was the least he could do after hurting Randy so badly.
"Maybe none at all." Randy tried to protest.
"That's sweet, John. I know you have such a busy schedule the way you try to make extra time."
"Ma." Randy almost snapped then held his head.
"Well, since you have someone to watch you, Dear I'll go call and fill you father in." His mother told him before leaving the room.
John moved to sit by the bed trying to keep Randy calm. "Just relax, Ran. You need to take it easy."
Randy sighed looking at the door to see his mother was gone. "You don't need to do this, John." Randy looked back at him.
"I really don't mind...I hate myself for hurting you again...I want to help." John said with a lowered voice. "We were together five years and friends a hell of a lot longer than that...I care about you."
"Don't you think that's asking for trouble though? What just happened? Us alone for days with no distraction." Randy paused, taking a gasping breath, moving a hand to his taped ribs. "Guess couldn't do much even if I wanted to hmm?" He almost laughed but cringed again.
John gave a hint of his dimpled, goofy smile. "There will be no hanky panky, young man. Just rest and taking it easy. I think we could both use a few days off."
"Fine...oh heads up...um...damn...she knows about us." Randy told John with a worried look. "An-and thinks we still are."
John could not look any more shocked had he tried. "What? I didn't think anyone knew about us? Or that you were even into guys."
"Ma knew...um...she helped me shop for you." Randy told John, lowering his eyes.
John's face flushed as the news sank in. "She thinks we're engaged? What does she think about my life on Total Divas?"
"I told her you just said you weren't ready yet...an-and she for some reason believes Nikki is a cover for the company."
John gave a nod, not knowing what else to say. "It's fine." He moved to put his hand on top of Randy's, revealing that he was wearing the expensive watch.
"See you have kept that shined up." Randy joked looking at the shine of the gold.
"I haven't worn it in awhile...just felt like it today." John replied softly. Randy had bought him the watch four years ago for his birthday. That and a fun bondage play kit they had explored with that night, including some fun use of hot wax and chocolate icing.
"Well, it still looks good on you." Randy told him.
"Thanks...that was a nice birthday." John commented. His mind filled with visions of that night...stripped bare and cuffed spread eagle on his king size bed while Randy slowly licked an entire tub of icing off his body. The moonlight had shone in from his large window as the Viper slowly used his tongue on every inch of bare skin, driving John crazy with need. Not that he could voice it with the red ball fastened in his mouth.
"Was...interesting." Randy commented before more could be said Elaine made her way back in the room.
John felt a little awkward now that he knew Elaine thought they were a couple. He made small talk for awhile until she excused herself. Randy was released once he was deemed safe to travel and the two flew back to John's place in Florida. John had cleared three days off with Hunter and informed Nikki of what was going on.
"Guess a guest room?" Randy asked once they reached John's home.
"Yeah...upstairs or downstairs?" John asked as they walked into his home. No way did he trust them to share a bed.
"Guess down...less climbing while the ribs heal. Um...so I guess a lot of ordering in?" Randy pondered, remembering John's less than stellar cooking skills.
John chuckled. "Nope believe it or not I can cook now. I started my own fitness program for Pops...I even make cooking videos once a week or so." He grinned. "I'm the total package."
"So, I get to be your guinea pig...I can deal." Randy laughed then winced with a cough.
"Hey...take it easy. Take the large guest room near the entertainment room." John said.
"Okay, John...um I think I have a few changes of clothing in the room I was using upstairs."
"Want me to get them for you?" John offered as he removed his shoes and cap.
"Yeah...thanks. I guess I'll head that way." Randy told John before heading down the one hall.
John ran upstairs to gather Randy's belongings. His heart pounded as he picked up a clean shirt and saw a photo tucked under it. It was a fan made manipulation of them together...the type of picture John never allowed in real life for fear of being found out. Randy reached the room and moved the blanket to try to get comfortable. He still didn't know how wise of an idea this was. He didn't want to burden John more than needed.
John looked at the picture a few minutes before tucking it between the two shirts. He carried the clothes downstairs to where Randy was resting. "Thanks again, John." Randy told him when he came in. "Yo-you didn't need to."
"I told you I want to." John insisted as he sat the clothes on the dresser. "Interesting picture I found...some fans are damn talented."
"Oh?" Randy commented. "Wh-what do you mean?"
John pulled the picture out and handed it to Randy. "I wasn't snooping. It fell out of your clothes." The picture was a manipulation of John kneeling and looking up at Randy as he often did in the ring. His hands were in handcuffs and his blue eyes were full of adoration.
"Oh...um...sorry about that." Randy admitted. He thought John would have freaked out in fear of Nikki seeing him with it.
For some reason the picture almost flattered John instead of angering him. He waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I've seen everything from our fans."
"Yeah, I guess….there has been...um...racier ones." Randy commented.
"There has?" John asked, almost curious. "Racier than that?"
"Um...yeah." Randy replied. "Guess you haven't seen everything."
"Fuck, how much worse can it get? Not like they have nude pics of us." John said almost oddly intrigued.
Randy laughed again before putting a hand to his side. "Fuck." He groaned. "There are some very….convincing drawings of us like that."
"Okay...now I have to see them." John moved to sit on the bed and handed Randy his phone. "You just...looked these up?"
"A few over time." Randy took the phone and accessed the web browser, searching a few things until he found the fan art page he was looking for. He punched in the nearly famous name Centon. He then punched in something to access the censored drawings, handing the phone to John.
John's eyes widened as he took in the photos. "Fuck...those are good." He felt his cock give a twitch at the erotic images so he quickly looked away. "Our fans have talent I admit."
"Told you." Randy took the phone clearing the page seeing it made John uncomfortable.
John tried to calm his body that seemed more hormonal than a teenager lately. He took the phone and pocketed it as he cleared his throat and stood up. "Um...get some rest, Ran. If you need me send my phone a text. I'll have lunch in a few hours."
"Okay, Buddy...take care." Randy told him as he tried to settle back down. John hurried upstairs and laid on the bed, knowing he was all alone. He pulled out the phone and went back to the fan art site to bring up the pictures. He lowered his shorts to free his aching cock with a sigh of relief and began to stroke it while gazing at the pictures on the screen. Quiet moans left him as he got into the act. Randy was soon asleep unaware of John's plight or actions in the other part of the large house.
John's eyes drifted closed as he let fantasy take over, his actions growing stronger and more desperate. He hated himself for jerking off like a pervert but he was too far gone to stop. "Yes...yes...fuck me hard." He moaned, his back arching off the bed as he came. Once the lust faded the older man felt dirty and moved to the bathroom to clean off the evidence.