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We shared a laugh, and I led him past the stairwell and into the other corridor. I opened the door to the parking garage where I had parked my car.

“Aren’t you going back?”

His question was valid, as the closing door behind us left no way back.

“I already said my goodbyes. Come this way.” Through another door, we entered the basement of another building, where the restaurant’s restrooms were located.

It was just past midnight on a Friday, and the place had already shut down for the night.

The moment the restroom door clicked shut behind us, I spun around, pushing Rossi against it. Our bodies collided, my breath mingling with his, desperate to close the distance between us.

The kiss we shared earlier had only left me craving more, a reminder of how parched I was. Normally, I’d hire a callboy once a month to quench that thirst, but lately, my schedule had been too relentless to indulge in even that simple pleasure.

Rossi hastily unbuttoned my pants, just as I did with his. I slid my hand inside and wrapped it around his hard cock. Rossi gripped my shoulder tightly and sighed into my ear.

“Oh shit… so good.”

He sharply inhaled as rested his forehead on my shoulder, then slid a hand into my pants.

A hot wave flooded my body, making me even more aroused, even more eager, as I sought his lips again.

He met me with his tongue, becoming increasingly passionate as we jerked each other off.

I felt the fine stubble on my chin and played with his nipple under his sweater while trying to hold back from cumming right away.

The guy was turning me on so much that I briefly wondered if it was just because of the long dry spell. Too bad I didn’t have any condoms with me.

Rossi sank to his knees, freed my cock, and took it into his mouth. He elicited a deep moan from me, and I didn’t recognize myself anymore.

Had I moaned like that with the callboys too?

When Rossi teased my tip with his tongue while looking up at me, I lost my balance.

I leaned forward, bracing myself against the door with both hands.

Rossi smiled, stroked my length a few times, and took me into his mouth again.

Enveloped in that moist warmth, I couldn’t get enough and swayed my hips from side to side.

Suddenly, I became aware that Rossi was kneeling in front of me on the floor, jerking himself off. On that dirty floor! I immediately helped him to his feet. As turned on as I was, the toilet was anything but clean. Quickly, I found his lips again and massaged our cocks together.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, tilting his head back.

I kissed his neck, wanting to devour him. “I’m not equipped, though.”

“But I am,” he said, holding up two packets. “Always.”

The way he peered at me with that sly grin suggested he was used to having a good time. Who could blame him? It was Friday night. He was a good-looking young man who surely had no trouble picking up men.

Even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took the condom and lube, maneuvered him over to the sink, and pulled down his pants. Now I was the one crouching behind him, kneading and kissing his wonderful ass. I spread his cheeks and ventured forward with my tongue.

Meanwhile, Rossi clung to the sink, letting out sweet sounds. I touched his rim, massaged it, and teased it with my tongue, causing Rossi to push back against me.

“Shit, you’re so sexy. You know that?”

Rossi laughed. But when I slowly inserted a finger into him, he arched his back and moaned.

“Fuck! So good!”

I prepared him and stretched him. Once I added the third finger, I stood up and watched him in the mirror.

He was so hot, gripping the sink, his mouth open, breathing heavily.

Every expression on his lust-filled face fueled my desire.

A strand of hair fell into his face as he stared at me with a wild look.

“I’m ready,” he gasped.

Oh yes, I was too. I positioned myself behind him, tugged down my pants, and stroked my length. Putting the condom on, I pressed the tip against his opening and slowly penetrated him.

My lust flared up like fireworks, consuming me entirely.

I was lost in the heat of the moment, every thought drowned by desire.

Rossi’s moans, low and breathless, spurred me on as he leaned into me, inviting more.

I eagerly pushed up his sweater, my lips trailing across the smooth expanse of his back, savoring every inch of his skin.

As soon as I felt Rossi adjust to my cock, I slowed down. Back and forth. Each movement untangled something inside me, making me grip Rossi’s hips and increase my speed.

“Yes!” he moaned, drawing me deeper with every word.

I slapped his ass and fucked him hard.

“Don’t stop!”

Further and further toward the edge.

When Rossi cried out and arched his back, I knew I had hit the right spot, so I tried to maintain that position. Seeing him squirm under my thrusts and try to watch me in the mirror lit the final fuse.

I couldn’t stop anymore. No turning back. My body was on fire, and I was losing my mind. Rossi was jerking himself off and came into the sink. Meanwhile, I kept fucking him like there was no end.

And then it hit me, a wave of overwhelming pleasure that I couldn’t resist. I let go completely, moaning loudly as I released inside him, lost in the sheer ecstasy of the moment.

The intense heat and tightness around me sent tremors through my body, and I gripped Rossi tightly, struggling to stay upright.

Waves of warmth surged through my veins, and for a brief, euphoric moment, I felt as though I was in pure bliss.

“Shit, that was good,” I finally managed to say, pulling out of him.

Rossi laughed and straightened up. He was still breathing heavily, and as he turned to me, he brushed away the honey-blond strands from his face. “Didn’t think I’d last that long,” he said mischievously, giving me a wickedly sweet smile.

“You?” I exclaimed with amusement, discarding the condom. “Shit, I was the one struggling to hold it together. Despite all my efforts, I couldn’t last any longer.”

As I zipped up my pants, Rossi stepped up to me. He gently stroked my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. “It was fun, Corvo. It doesn’t matter how long it lasted.”

I paused for a moment, enjoying the tingling sensation he sent down my neck with his velvety touch.

This guy had something about him that just made me weak. And he was right. It had been too much fun to find anything negative about it. When Rossi gave me a goodbye kiss, I forgot everything around me and savored the heat of his soft lips on mine once more.

“How do I get out of here?” he asked with a captivating smile. “Through the parking garage?”

I laughed, stroking his cheek and neck as our gazes locked. “No, you can go through the stairwell. It should be open, as far as I know.”

Rossi nodded and gave me one last smile before disappearing through the door. I fastened my belt, walked to the sink, and washed my hands. After drying them with several paper towels, I was about to leave the restroom when something inside me screamed.

My hands still felt dirty.

I stepped back to the sink, scrubbing my hands vigorously and using a generous amount of soap. After washing thoroughly, I grabbed a handful of paper towels to open the door handle with before tossing them into the trash. As the door closed behind me, I felt a sense of relief.

Maybe it was good that Rossi had left so quickly; it spared us further awkwardness. But somehow it also hurt. Who knew if we would ever see each other again. Bruce Lee’s poker nights were sporadic, and with all the work I had, it was impossible for me to attend every game.

Still slightly intoxicated from the intense encounter with Rossi, I returned to the parking garage and got into my black Jaguar.

I loved that car. Even as a kid, I was into that brand and had vowed that if I ever had enough money, I’d buy one. I’d had the money much sooner than expected, but at that time, I first needed a family car.

“You can still buy your dream car later,” Viktoria had said to me. I can still see her standing in the kitchen, heavily pregnant, with two-year-old Mina clinging to her skirt. That was fourteen years ago. Mina turned sixteen this year, and little Luna is thirteen.

How time flies.

I retrieved the wedding ring from the cup holder, hesitated for a moment, then slid it back onto my finger.

With a sigh, I started the engine of my not-at-all-child-friendly coupe.

The car roared to life as I swiftly drove out of the parking garage and into the quiet, shadowy streets of Zurich under the night sky.

If Viktoria didn’t have a shift tomorrow, I would have stayed in the city—in the apartment I sublet to two students.

I had set up an office and a bedroom there that I occasionally use.

I would have loved to linger a little longer on my encounter with Rossi, but tomorrow was Saturday, and Luna was far too young to fend for herself.

To make matters worse, my in-laws, who lived right next door, were away in Alsace for the weekend.

With no other options, I had to drive back to the Zürcher Oberland, the countryside on the outskirts of Zurich where we lived.

Our house was far too isolated to be practical for the children.

With only one bus running every hour, they often had to rely on their bikes, and even then, it took at least fifteen minutes to get anywhere.

Every time Viktoria and I considered looking for a new house, the kids protested against moving. And I understood why.