Alex Two: The Next Time

"It was hard baby. Really, really hard, today, at work. Trying to get things done when all I could think
about was being inside your mouth and you sucking the cum right out of my cock." The fingers at the
back of my head went a little slack and he started moving them into my hair, patting me. "It was a bad
day, I couldn't get anything done." He laughed that quiet laugh again, almost a snicker, He layed the red
thing in his other hand behind him and his free hand came into view and began rubbing his crotch. "But
I'm gonna have a good night, baby. I'm gonna have such a good night."

"Please," I said, shaking now, partially from being still dripping wet and cold. "Please. I ....
I don't ... want to."

"Shhhhh, baby. shhhh. Remember what I said? Remember the pictures?"

"I'll say you broke in and forced me." It came out fast, a sliver of courage springing up.

"Oh baby, do you think they will believe you?"

"Yes."

He was quiet a minute, then said "You might be right, maybe they will believe you. My criminal record
is pretty thin, but ... maybe." He pulled away from my ear and was quiet again. "But still, what will
everybody think of you? Hmmm."

"All your friends, your family. They’ll pity you. They'll avoid you. I'm sure you'll get therapy.
Oh lots of therapy. But everybody will look at you and know what happened. They'll look and see the
pictures." He was quiet again for a moment.

His hand stopped rubbing his crotch and he pulled his phone from his pocket, one of
those hot shit high end ones with a large display. He thumbed the lock screen off, and pressed the
contact button and the screen filled with all the same contacts in my phone, with a few I didn't
Recognize sprinkled between them. The same contacts from my phone, the one still in my jeans. In the
Bedroom. On the bed. My Mother and Sisters. My boss and the guys at work. A few uncles and aunts,
my grandmother...