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who could talk the talk but not walk the walk?
    He texted him: I’m here, open up or I’ll blow your house down.
    Andrew opened the door immediately, a smile on his face. “Well, I have no house for you to blow, but—”
    Gregory silenced him with a stern finger on his lips. “You’re trying to be clever, but you don’t need to be, not for me. And cleverness often masquerades as disrespect, do you understand?”
    “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “And trust me when I say that tonight will end with only one of us getting blown. It’s not you.” Gregory laughed at the look on Andrew’s face. The two men stepped inside and closed the door behind them.
    “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, sir. To be honest, I’ve been with guys but no one who knows anything about being a real Dom. You’d be my first. I’ve only ever played at it before.”
    “What’s your safeword, Andrew?”
    “Can we just use the stoplight system everyone uses at the club? It’s what I’m most familiar with.”
    Gregory nodded, reaching out to feel Andrew’s short hair, gelled so it looked like bed head. “So. Anything you’re scared of, anything we can’t do?”
    Andrew smiled, the nervousness evident on his face. “Do you have condoms, lube?”
    “I do.”
    “Then I’ll try to do whatever you want.”
    “Kneel.”
    The boy knelt immediately, and Gregory leaned back against the front door of WhipperSnapper with a sigh. For the past few months, whenever he masturbated, he’d closed his eyes and imagined it was Andrew servicing his cock. Now, he could open them and look down at him.
    “Put this on with your mouth. Hands behind your back,” Gregory ordered, tossing him a condom.
    “Yes, sir.”
    It was clearly a trick the kid knew well, because the condom slid on easily with only Andrew’s tongue and mouth to guide it.
    Gregory looked at him, holding his hands behind his back, bobbing back and forth on his cock with such talent. Grasping the boy’s hair in his hands, he fucked his mouth with long, deep strokes, purposefully going far enough back to trigger his gag reflex.
    But Andrew kept calm, breathing through his nose, and didn’t complain. This was definitely the sort of submission Gregory could get used to.

    T revor grabbed Elisabeth’s arm when she stumbled a bit on their way out the door of the barbecue place.
    “I might be slightly tipsy,” she warned. “Five little beers equals, like three big beers. And I’m a cheap date.”
    Trevor laughed and held her hand, opening the car door for her.
    “Thanks for dinner, boss,” Carl said, his food eaten and the front seat spotless once more. “You know what I like.”
    “Anytime, man.” Trevor looked up. “It’s a bit late to meet the horses tonight. We can go another time though.”
    “Aww . . . ,” she pouted, but she looked up too at the beautiful night sky. “Hey, you’ve got real stars.”
    “Lots of stars out in the country on a clear night,” Trevor agreed, holding her against his chest.
    How lucky he was, to be so rich that he could afford real stars, and not a painted night sky like the one she left behind in Grand Central.

    D inner with Elisabeth had been perfect. She was easy to talk to, beautiful, interesting, and when she said she was going to make sure Trevor finally experienced good service at his favorite barbecue joint, she wasn’t kidding. All through the meal it had been Elisabeth who refilled his drinks, brought him extra napkins, and even tracked down an extra corn-bread muffin from the kitchen.
    Could she be the woman he’d been looking for? Or was he fooling himself, rushing into things because he wanted it to work so badly?
    Whatever he did, he couldn’t afford another experience like the one he had with his ex-wife Cynthia. Elisabeth was awesome, but they were still riding high on what was essentially their honeymoon period.
    Only time would tell if Elisabeth could be the one for him, and not just in the bedroom. He wanted her to be,