Free The Distance by Alexa Land

sparkly rainbow car and live in Rainbow Brite’s dream home.”
    “So Nana’s enthusiastic about gay rights. The world would be a much better place if more people were even half as loving and supportive as she is!”
    “Nana?”
    “My employer.”
    “Ah, so you work for and live with your wealthy grandmother. But you’re not rich,” he said with a smirk.
    My voice rose as I asked, “Why do I bother trying to explain anything to you? You don’t listen, you think you know everything, and you always have to be right!”
    “Right back at you, every word of that!”
    “Why the hell did you have sex with me last night when you obviously can’t stand me?”
    He put his hands on his hips and exclaimed, “Again, right back at you!”
    “I have absolutely no idea!”
    “Me neither!”
    Trigger turned and stormed to the front door, which was kind of funny because he had to push several towering balloon dicks out of the way to reach it. He then swung the door open with such force that all the dicks skittered backwards in the updraft. For a moment he just stood there, holding the door open, glued to the spot. Then he slammed it shut and ran back to me.
    I grabbed him in an embrace as he pulled me off my feet and crushed his lips to mine. He cupped my ass with both hands, and when I pushed my tongue in his mouth, he tasted so sweet. I stopped kissing him just long enough to strip off his t-shirt and sweatshirt and nipped his bare shoulder before kissing him again.
    Trigger carried me to the curving staircase, his lips never leaving mine, and I wrapped my legs around him and rocked my hips to rub my swelling cock against his through our jeans. He sat me on the fifth step up and fumbled with my zipper before freeing my cock and going down on me. As he sucked me almost frantically, I moaned and arched my back, bracing my elbows on the stairs. But after a moment I regained enough of my senses to say, “Not here. I don’t know when my employer’s coming back.”
    “Where?” he asked, breathing hard as he looked up at me from between my legs.
    “My room.” I stumbled to my feet and pulled up my pants, then grabbed his shirts and his hand and ran up the stairs with him.
    When I flung open my bedroom door, I blurted, “Holy crap!” The small room was completely filled wall-to-wall with what looked like all the missing nine-foot-tall dick balloons. The only open space was a two-foot square just inside the door, so I could open it.
    “What the ever-loving fuck?” Trigger exclaimed.
    “Dante, probably,” I said, mostly to myself. “He owed me one after I called his brother and husband while he was wearing that giant tampon dress.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing, never mind.” I shut the door and towed him down the hall to what had been Dante’s room, pushed Trigger inside, and locked the door behind us. I then threw his clothes on the floor and kissed him passionately.
    He quickly maneuvered me to the bed and when I sat down on it, he fell to his knees in front of me. Once my cock was back between his full lips, his eyes slid shut and he actually murmured, “Mmmmm.” Trigger stroked my shaft as he sucked me, and when I ran my fingers into his thick, dark hair, he looked up at me. When our eyes locked, my cock twitched and my breath caught.
    No way was I going to last long, given how great that blowjob felt, and in just a few minutes I mumbled, “Oh God, I’m about to cum.” I expected him to pull off me, but instead he redoubled his efforts, grabbing my ass as he took most of my length. I moaned as I came in his warm, wet mouth, and he swallowed without hesitation.
    I fell back afterwards, trying to catch my breath, but before I hit the mattress, Trigger was on his feet. A very obvious erection strained the fabric of his jeans, so it made zero sense to me when he pulled on his t-shirt and sweatshirt and headed for the exit. “Hang on,” I called as he unlocked the door and slipped through it. Of course he didn’t