Erotic Story:
Given Enough Rope, You Can Find Yourself
     We had somebody from the head office in poking around, so that was the day the system chose to go down. I mean really go down, too. It too us the better part of a day and a half to fix it. Finally, stressed and exhausted, we all stared at each other in what could have been triumph. Also could have been insanity. The guy from the head office cleared his throat, and looked at me. "Roger," he said slowly and quietly, "if I don't get a shower and a bed, I will die. Can someone drive me to my hotel?" He'd been cool, and worked as hard as anyone else, so I nodded. "Sure," I said. "I can. Which hotel?" He stared at me, an "I should know that" expression fixed on his face. After a few minutes of that, I took him home with me.
I was as ready for company as I was ever going to be. The odd housekeeper person had floated in that day and dusted a few things. What I laughingly called my "guest room" had clean sheets on the foldout couch. There were plenty of clean towels and hot water, and two nice bottles of Cabernet and some cheeses. Alan kept making helpless little mewls of pleasure as I showed him around. I got him set up in the bathroom and left him alone. I think he fell asleep standing in the shower. When he finally emerged, he was scrubbed pink and wrapped in a robe, and didn't look nearly as intimidating as he had arriving in his three-piece power suit. In fact, he looked positively adorable. I beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom for my shower, having a bit of a talk with my cock that picked that moment to pop up and say hello. Jacking off and getting it out of my system would have been the smart thing to do, but since when was that ever relevant?

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