The man had been sweeter than sugar to him for the past week. Bo was a nice guy, although Max was aware he had a bit of a reputation. He’d heard all about Bo’s ardent but failed pursuit of Chance not very long ago. This went beyond nice, but it wasn’t quite pursuit. He thought. Every morning, Bo had somehow managed to wake before Max. The obnoxious blaring of the alarm was no longer necessary. Instead, Bo’s soft hands kneading the muscles of Max’s back was Max’s new alarm clock. It was a better way to be roused from his sleep, even if Bo did occasionally let his hands dip a little lower than Max suspected they should. Not that he was complaining. It just made his dick hard as a steel pipe, and maybe, when he thought Bo wasn’t looking, Max rubbed that aching length against the mattress in tiny little thrusts. Bo never said a word about it, just massaged Max’s back for several wonderful minutes—and yeah, sometimes a little south of there, too—before leaving Max alone and hobbling off to the kitchen.
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