Chris gulped, opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a heavy slap across his face. Ebima shifted in his seat. “And I you, my love.” Chris closed his eyes, surrounded by the warmth of Ebima’s body and the thick post sex air, and fell asleep. Chris watched Ebima stalk to the bed, his 9’ erection jutting furiously from his body. A slow smile spread across his dark face, adding a glow to his onyx skin. ‘I’m gonna make him tell me something.’ He thought, tapping his pen on his job application. I can’t live off of someone doing nothing. The next time Ebima appeared, while Chris was studying for his midterms, the boy was ready for him. I mean…the occasional fuck is great, but other stuff, like going out for food, or doing something fun would work too.” Ebima nodded and leaned forward to peck the boy on the lips. “Whatever do you mean, love?” Chris leaned back, still straddling Ebima’s waist. Chris gave in, and allowed Ebima to slide his long tongue into his mouth and around his own. Things had gotten easier for Chris
