Chapter 3
It was a little uncomfortable to watch someone else clean his house. At least, in the beginning. It had once been his job, a daily chore that never seemed finished. However, he couldn’t deny a certain thrill watching Ryan in action, watching Ryan’s muscles rising and falling beneath his pale skin. His own body was nothing to be ashamed of. It was athletic and toned. Not nearly as hairy as Ryan’s, but for that he was grateful. At forty, he had a body most other men his age would die for. But watching your own body in the bathroom mirror after a shower, no matter how aesthetically pleasing it was, could not compare to drinking in the chunky, muscular body of another. Especially one so blessed with firm, pronounced buttocks and an intriguing bulge at the front.
More than anything,
