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everything happened fast. Ed took complete control. He reached down
     
to the chair for one of the lubricated condoms that had fallen out of Jonathan’s briefcase
     
and lowered him to Persian carpet on the living room floor. Then he pulled Jonathan’s
     
pants down to his ankles and rolled him over so he was face down. He pulled the cushion
     
from the white chair and shoved it under Jonathan’s stomach to lift his pelvis. It only
     
took seconds for him to remove the condom and cover his penis. He didn’t bother to
     
remove his camouflage shorts or his V-neck undershirt; he didn’t even take off his flip
     
flops.
     
When he climbed onto Jonathan’s back and pressed the tip of his erection to his
     
hole, Jonathan arched his back, stretched his left arm forward, and grabbed his own
     
erection with his right hand. There was a brief moment of initial pain; he grabbed a
     
handful of fringe on the carpet with his other hand and bit his bottom lip. But then Ed’s
     
penis slipped all the way into his body without a single hesitation or a moment of
     
awkward discomfort. There was a second of pain, but it didn’t last long.
     
Ed didn’t take his time. He bucked his hips so fast, Jonathan’s head wrenched up
     
and down. But surprisingly, Ed’s rhythm remained steady and even, and each time he
     
went deep he took a deep breath and grunted. His penis stroked Jonathan’s insides with
     
such rapid sensations Jonathan began to edge before he even realized it was happening.
     
A few minutes later, they both climaxed at the same time: Jonathan came on the
     
carpet and Ed filled the condom. Jonathan closed his eyes and his body went limp, then
     
Ed rested all his weight on his back and sighed.
     
Chapter Three
     
When Jonathan finally opened his eyes again, Tucker was staring at him from the
     
center hall. His large paws were crossed and his head tilted sideways. Jonathan winked at
     
him, because he couldn’t move. He was still pinned to the floor. Ed’s wide penis was still
     
deep in his body and his rough beard was resting on his shoulder. Tucker yawned and
     
Jonathan closed his eyes and smiled. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever
     
thrown him down on the floor and ravished his body.
     
And it was still too soon to wonder about whether or not he’d just made a colossal
     
mistake.
     
Then Ed pulled out and said, “I’ll be right back.” He just climbed off his back and
     
ambled out of the living room with the flip-flops clapping against the bottoms of his feet.
     
His dick was still hanging from his pants and the condom was attached to it. He left
     
Jonathan lying there face down with his pants around his ankles and his shirt above his
     
waist.
     
By the time he returned, Jonathan had pulled up his pants, placed the cushion
     
back on the chair and retrieved the contents of his briefcase. He was sitting on the edge of
     
the sofa, petting Tucker’s neck. He noticed Ed was carrying a roll of paper towels and a
     
bottle of spray cleaner. His dick was back in his shorts and his zipper was up. Jonathan
     
stared at the carpet and said, “I’m sorry I made a mess.”
     
Ed bent over to wipe the carpet and said, “I’m sorry I lost control like that. It’s not
     
like me. You’re a perfect stranger. I should know better.” “Ah well,” Jonathan said. “I was a little out of control, too. Besides, we won’t be
     
perfect strangers for long if you agree to sign the contracts and do the show.” He was still
     
smiling, and he was still experiencing post-orgasmic sensations between his legs. He’d
     
always been like that after good sex. He knew he’d feel Ed’s penis in his body for the
     
next few days.
     
Ed stood up and placed the towels and cleaner on the coffee table. He looked at
     
Jonathan’s neck and shook his head. “I’m sorry about the mark I left.”
     
After the way he’d sucked his neck, Jonathan also suspected