While we sat next to each other on the sofa and stared at each other, I remembered why I had come home for lunch in the first place.While we sat next to each other on the sofa and stared at each other, I remembered why I had come home for lunch in the first place. I told Kyle about the phone call and the offer Mr Dare had made. "Perfect!" exclaimed Kyle. "I knew our games were saleable. This is just the break we need to get away from Uni-Tec. With un-taken vacation compensation and severance pay, we could buy a condo and enough computer equipment to start our own freelance operation. What do you say, Kev? Sound like a good idea?" I said, "Absolutely!" and kissed him. It *was* perfect, both for our sanity and for the plan I was formulating. I went back to work shortly thereafter - a long lunch hour is better than skipping our altogether - and began nosing around, finding out details about when would be the best time for our departure from the rank and file of Uni- Tec. A few markers pulled in informed me that I was due for promotion within the month, which would increase my severance pay. I also counted up our vacation time and calculated how much it was worth. A hastily made graph showed two months would be the best time to leave - after that the increase in bonus wasn't enough to be worth the wait. Luckily, I didn't have any projects due that day because I did absolutely no company work that afternoon between my research and my eagerness to get back home to Kyle. We were permitted a half-hour leeway in our departure time, but I stayed even a little past 5 due to my late return from lunch (wouldn't do to jeopardize our future by getting fired too early!). The speed limit meant nothing to me as I raced back to our apartment, just barely arriving in one piece. Kyle was waiting for me, sitting still naked on the sofa and watching TV. As soon as the door closed behind me, though, he turned the set off and came over to me. We kissed passionately and he dragged me unresistingly into my bedroom with our mouths still fused. Once in the bedroom, he broke the kiss and ripped my clothes off, literally. There were buttons everywhere, and my shirt and slacks were ruined beyond repair. He took my shorts down with my pants, pausing to kiss my rapidly rising cock before pushing me down on the bed and removing my shoes and socks along with my shredded pants and underwear. |