SNIPER 03

I want to ask the Sniper about his day.

I want to try to discern the sour look on his face that usually accompanies him home after work.

He would plop himself down on the couch and announce for the millionth time how much he hated his coworkers. I wouldn't be sure whether to press the issue further or wait for him to be in a better mood, but then he'd continue to rant about how he's sure none of his teammates respected him or really cared about the work he did.

I'd place my hand on his knee to comfort him and tell him how much I respected him and that he mattered at least to me. He would reach down and gently pick up my hand, kiss it, and thank me, reminding me that he loves me despite his foul mood.

I'd ask him if there was anything I could do to alleviate his stress and take his mind off of work. He'd respond that I don't owe him anything after he bothers me with his frustrations about his coworkers every day. I'd place my hand back on his lap and insist that I do something special for him.

He'd smirk and tell me that if I was going to be so assertive he'd allow me to do as I please. He would lean in and kiss me, his hand cupping my face, as I rub my hand up his thigh, moving to remove his belt, a slight yet noticeable bulge appearing beneath his pants.

His head would lean back against the couch, smiling with his eyes closed, as he allowed me to jerk him off. His uncircumcised cock would feel deliciously warm and thick in my palm, and soon his semen would be leaking onto my hands. I'd lean down and be sure to lap it into my mouth as he tousles my hair and thanks me. I'd give him a quick kiss on the lips as I ask him what he'd like to eat for dinner.