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myself as I remembered going to his house.
                  As I thought of his wife getting pregnant, my mind returned to the image of his little girl as she stared at me, her mom out of control. I hated that I would forever be tied to that dreadful scene in her little mind. I wanted her to think well of me. I needed her to think well of me. She was Harleys little girl.
                  A quick thought raced through my mind, worry over what if Stacy rejected me. I quickly pushed it aside, and snuggled on his chest. The future would be what it was, but for right now, at this moment, I was in heaven. The last thought I remember before the veil of darkness claimed me for the night was how divine his scent was.
     

Chapter five
 
                  I vaguely became aware of the smell of bacon as it registered that it was light in the room. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I saw the blinds were opened slightly. Then it hit me.
                  Harley was here, in my kitchen making breakfast. I felt a slight stirring in my manhood as I recalled his making sweet love to me the night before. Rolling over on my side, I pulled the pillow he had slept on to my chest. I could smell his scent on the pillow, as my shaft hardened fully now. I knew I couldn’t blame it on being a morning hard on and a thrill of giddiness filled me.
                  My perfect man was here, in my apartment, making us breakfast. I had to be the luckiest man in the world. A motion at the door caught my attention, and I saw it was Harley. Embarrassment filled me as I realized I was clutching his pillow to myself, but his smile of approval quickly dispelled it.
                  “Good morning Justin,” he said, his deep voice sending a chill through me. A nervous giggle escaped me, and I felt like a dork as I willed myself to pull my shit together. Don’t chase him off now, I lectured myself.
                  “Good morning Harley. Something smells good,” I said, as I climbed out of bed. His eyes instantly fell to my manhood, which was standing at attention. The look of desire that flitted across his face sent a pulse of electricity shooting through me, and I felt my prostate begin throbbing as it remembered how he filled me just hours ago.
                  He slowly pried his eyes off of my throbbing desire, and as our eyes locked, I felt myself fall into them. Dark, powerful pools of power, grabbing some unseen part of me, caressing it. Commanding it.
                  “I am an early morning person, and have spent the last several years being the breakfast maker. Stacy always gets up early, especially on Saturdays for her cartoons.”
                  His face darkened slightly as he mentioned Stacy, and I knew he was worried over the ramifications of his coming out. My heart filled with compassion for him, as I knew at the same time I was glad not to be in his shoes. It had to be difficult for him to not be waking up with his daughter in the other room. Instinctively I pulled him back to the here and now.
                  “This just gets better and better. A God in the bedroom last night, and now breakfast. I better pinch myself and make sure this is real,” I said with exaggeration as I pinched myself. The sound of his laughter as I hammed how much the pinch hurt was music to my ears. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I went and got into my sweat pants and pulled on a t shirt.
                  As I followed him out, I studied his back. His shoulders were so wide, and as his arms swung the little valleys in his arms would shift. I became painfully aware as I soaked him in that the throbbing had not went away. I loved how he walked, with such confidence. He was definitely all man, I thought as I watched how the fabric of his jeans pulled from side to side across his tight, muscular ass. He had a nice