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sigh, he stared up at me and grinned.

“I know, bud.” I couldn’t help smiling back. “It’s nice, right?”

His wet hand reached for me, and I eagerly took it, sitting down beside him. It probably would’ve been a good time to talk about post sex hygiene, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. Besides, feeling the wet stickiness of his jizz on my fingers was a huge turn on. So much so that my own dick filled up and tented the front of my shorts.

My plan was to ignore it, but Liam had an eagle-eye for these things now and he instantly reached for his thickening dick while waiting expectantly for me to do the same. “Okay, one more time right now and then we’re going to clean up and go for a walk.”

Liam rested his head on my shoulder and watched closely as I pulled out my dick and slowly started to stroke it. I didn’t go hard and fast like the night before. I wanted to show him that a slow burn was just as good, and often better, than instant gratification.

As predicted, he modeled every move I made. Instead of jerky and desperate, he stroked and touched himself at a slow and even pace while I soaked in his musky scent. He needed a shower but it was sexy as hell. If I let myself inhale deeply, I’d have shot right then, rushing one of the best jacking sessions of my life.

I wanted so badly to kiss him but I didn’t think that was the right move. Not yet anyway. Not until he was truly comfortable with touching himself could I ask him to touch me…or let me touch him.

Fourteen

Over the next few weeks, Liam and I fell into a routine of sorts. Our days started and ended the same, with us mutually masturbating in his room or in mine. But after a while, I could sense that he was starting to get frustrated again.

Neither of us ever had trouble getting an erection in each other’s presence, and on more than one occasion I had to remind Liam to put his dick away and go into his bedroom if he wanted to touch himself. But he didn’t ever seem ashamed by anything we did or didn’t do, and that was a relief.

The other thing that was different was his painting. He continued to paint the forest scene of when my dad died, but every day the image grew clearer and clearer, making me wonder if there was more happening inside Liam’s mind than I’d realized.

It was as if a switch was slowly flipping. Not all at once but gradually and in a way that most people might not notice. But I noticed. I noticed everything about Liam.

I needed to talk to his parents about it soon but I was afraid they wouldn’t want me to come around anymore. Every time I saw them, I worried they’d tell me they no longer needed my services. I was two months into my six-month contract so I didn’t have much time left. And one thing I knew for sure, I didn’t want to leave. If it came down to it, I’d ask to rent the apartment and still spend time with Liam for free because he wasn’t just a job anymore.

He was…more.

I was heading back to my apartment at lunchtime when Avery handed me a paper bag. “He has enough problems. Don’t give him an STD or anything.”

“What?” I opened the bag and saw several boxes of condoms in various sizes and flavors. “What’s this for?”

She cocked her eyebrow and put her hand on her hip. “If you’re not teaching him butt stuff yet, I know you’ll get there. Just be safe, alright?”

“Avery.” I closed the bag and looked around to make sure no one was listening to us. “We’re not doing anything like that.”

“Yet.” She crossed her arms over her chest in a huff. “Look, I think it’s great that you and Liam are a thing or whatever. He obviously loves you, and you seem to like him. Just be careful with him, okay? He won’t understand when you get a new job or a real boyfriend or whatever. Don’t hurt him.”

“I won’t.” I reached for her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. Then I pulled her to my side and gave her a hug. “I promise, Av. I really care about him and he’s…changing. Maturing or something. I can’t explain it but something is definitely happening with