‘And you’re entirely sure no one can find us down here?’

‘I am, but if you go babbling about and steal this place from me, I’ll make you pay.’

‘Who said anything about coming down here with other people?’

I looked back at him in disbelief, but Jon held his firm gaze.

‘And why exactly do you think I brought you down here?’ I asked.

‘I can’t be to smoke the joints in your pocket,’ he answered, still looking at me. How did he know I had them? ‘We could’ve done that on the back of the building.’

‘And what makes you so confident that I’ll bring you back here again?’ I asked, feeling the tease come out of my mouth against my will.

‘Honestly, I was hoping I could take you somewhere better the next time—’

I opened my mouth to speak, but he pressed on.

‘…but I am confident enough that I’ll make you forget where you are in less than two minutes.’

‘Why that long, then?’ I teased further.

‘Because you’re still talking,’ he answered, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me towards him.

He was absolutely right, though. In less than two minutes he had my dick in his mouth and two rather wet fingers playing with my asshole and he was so skilful that I indeed had no idea where the fuck I was anymore.

Jon bent me over an old and broken desk and was ready to slide inside of me when my phone rang in my pocket.

‘Can you grab that for me?’ I asked.

‘Now?’

‘Yeah, now. It might be important.’

He handed me the ringing device, but before I answered, I turned to him and said, ‘Go on.’

He did what he had intended to do and I drove my attention to the phone.

‘Ugh … Hi, Andy. What’s up?’

‘Did you pick up the chicken for dinner that I asked you this morning?’

‘I … Oh my God … I think I …’

‘Dude, are you getting dicked again?’ Andy sounded annoyed.

‘What if I am? … Oh, boy, right there, do that again … Last time I checked, we were still free men.’

‘Why do you always answer the phone when you’re having sex?’ Andy asked.

‘Why do you always call me when I’m getting fucked?’ I retorted.

‘Who is it? Is it Parker? Please, man, don’t tell me you’re going back with Parker!’

‘It’s not Parker!’ I half-shouted.

‘Who’s Parker?’ Jon managed to ask between his unsteady breath.

‘An anno— oh, Lord, that’s the spot. Yes, fuck me. FUCK ME! Parker’s an annoying ex.’

‘Oh, all exes are annoying,’ Jon said and resumed his attention to fucking me.

‘John Doe has a point, you know,’ Andy said on the phone.

‘You got close,’ I answered. ‘No, not you, baby, you can keep going, I meant Andy. He called you a “John Doe”.’ I then turned back to Andy, ‘His name is Jon, but his last name isn’t Doe. At least I don’t think it is. 

Hey,’ I tilted my head backwards again, ‘is your last name Doe?’

Jon snortled. ‘It’s not. My name is Jon Black.’

‘Like that death guy from the movie?’ I asked.

‘That’s Joe Black,’ Jon and Andy said in unison.

‘Well, you can’t really blame me for not thinking straight! Yes, harder! Harder! Harder!’

At some point I dropped my phone and I couldn’t think anymore. A few moments after that, Jon was pounding so deeply inside my ass that I started to cum on the floor and I was screaming all kinds of nonsense imaginable. Give it a few more seconds, and Jon himself was panting, exhausted, resting on top of me, his dripping dick escaping my hole.

‘Whew, that made me hungry,’ I said. ‘Which reminds me…’

I reached for my phone and Andy wasn’t there anymore. There was a text from him, telling me to enjoy my shag and to remember the chicken for dinner.

‘Hey, want to have chicken legs?’ I asked Jon. He pecked my nape and agreed to go to my place.