GAY SHORT STORIES (boyxboy)

Part 8: Atticus x Corey

    Slowly Corey's eyes open. They squint at the bright sunlight shining through the blinds on the small window. He cuddles puggy close to him and yawns. Looking around he doesn't spot the man he cuddled with the night before. And the time is ‪8:59 am‬.

    "Shit! I'm going to be late for work!" He quickly throws the covers off his body and rushes to remove his onesie and diaper. Luckily he was his full age of twenty-five, and made no mess in his clothes.

    "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mrs. Rose is going to kill me. Jesus fuck I'm so stupid!" He pulls out his only other dress shirt and black khaki pants.

    "I'll have to do the stupid laundry tonight, damn!" He pulls on a pair of underwear and then his pants, leaving his shirt laid neatly on his bed.

While running around like a maniac he failed to notice Atticus standing in the doorway. Arms folded watching Corey scramble around his room.

    "I should spank your ass for cussing like a sailor boy." He speaks startling Corey and stops him in his tracks. Corey looks at his doorway and blushes instantly. Atticus was shirtless, his body was slightly wet with water along with his hair. His sweatpants are dangling at his lower waist, showing off the sharp sexy V-line. Not to mention his black and gray hairs on his chin forming a sexy stubble. How could you leave out his impeccable abs and biceps that hugged Corey so tight the night before.

    "I-I'm s-sorry." He places his hands over his face to hide the blush. Atticus laughed at the flustered man. Of course he'd done it on purpose. Ever since Atticus woke up, he was determined to make Corey his. If that meant walking into his bedroom shirtless after a shower like some man in those romcom movies, then god damn he was going to do it.

Atticus walks to the side of the bed that Corey was standing near and grabs his folded t-shirt from the bedside table. Corey watches through his fingers as the shirt slides down over his body. Never has he hated something in his life at the moment. He despised that shirt that blocked his view.

("I'm tryna F U C K"-Corey. Does anyone else like Super Freaky Girl by Nicki Minaj?)

    "I was just messing with you." Atticus smirks down at Corey. His eyes roaming over Corey's naked chest. The pink nipples were the first thing he took notice of.

(nipple kink? Is that a thing?)

Corey wasn't as muscular as Atticus, more towards the skinny side. A side effect of having practically an empty fridge. I need to get more food for him so he can put on some weight.

    "I'm going to be late for work. And so will you, I'm sorry."

    "It is alright baby boy, I'm the boss, I own the company so I'm positive no one will ask. I'll explain to your department boss." Corey shakes his head quickly.

    "No p-please don't tell her I'm a little, I'm sorry!" Atticus frowns in worry as Corey breathes heavily.

I knew it! He's going to tell everyone! I'll be fired..no no no..

    "Sweet boy. That is not what I meant. I will simply tell her to excuse your tardiness, I won't tell her anything that has happened. Everything is between us Corey." Atticus lovingly caresses Corey's cheek, wiping away all of his worries.

    "T-Thank you, for everything. I'm sorry you had to see m-me like that." He said, referring to his little side and the scars. As Atticus's hand rubs soothingly over Corey's cheek, Corey hums and leans into the touch.

    "There is nothing wrong with you age regressing darling. So you have no need to be sorry. It was wonderful and a blessing for me." Atticus whispers slowly into Corey's ear. His morning voice and warm breath rolled on the shell of Corey's ear. His cheeks redden deeper and his cock twitches under his pants.