“Come on,” he said, motioning with his hand. “Take those clothes off so I can see you.”
I didn’t waste any time, although my motions were clumsy as I was still reeling from my orgasm. “Wait a second,” I said when I was naked. I turned and ran into the bedroom.
“Dane?” Sayer called to me, sounding confused. He probably thought I was having a baby gay crisis or something, but I really just wanted to make us comfortable in front of the fire.
I hurried back with the spread I’d yanked off my bed and a couple of pillows and began making our bed. I glanced up at him, wondering if he thought I was silly, but Sayer pulled me up and into a kiss. My hands roamed up and down his firm, muscular back, skin soft beneath my fingers. He fit into my arms so perfectly, and the startling realization that Liz never had rocked me to the core.
Before guilt could crawl in and ruin something I wanted very badly, I dropped to my knees, locking eyes with Sayer as I brought his long, cut cock into my mouth.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing, just that I wanted to taste him. Afraid I’d make a fool of myself but too turned on to stop, I brought him into my mouth, then immediately gagged and withdrew slightly so the head of his cock wasn’t nudging the back of my throat. Sayer cursed, which drove me to begin tentatively sucking. He cupped my jaw, thumb running along my cheek, staring down at me like I was more than just… well, me. When I tasted precum, desire rippled through me. Nostrils flaring, I sucked harder, hands gripping Sayer’s thighs, wanting him to come in my mouth.
Bringing one hand to his sac, I gently cupped it, both overwhelmed and a little giddy at touching another man there. Much like my own, it felt soft and furry. I ran my other hand around to squeeze Sayer’s ass, learning what made him make the best noises as I sucked him with more confidence.
“Oh, fuck, Dane.” A beautiful flush rose from Sayer’s chest, up his neck, and into his face as I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock head. His hands went to my hair, tightening, body shaking, and he exploded in my mouth. I did my best to drink it all down.
“Holy fuck,” he said, sagging onto the blanket. “Come here.” He held his arms open, and with only a slight hesitation, I tucked myself against him.
“You okay?” he asked.
I took a minute to think about it. The blow job Sayer had given me had been phenomenal. It hadn’t bothered me at all to have a man do that to me. Even though I’d wanted to, doing the same for him had been a little weird at first, but I’d liked it once I’d gotten started. The taste of his cum hadn’t been foreign; after all, I’d kissed Liz many times after she’d sucked me. And I liked knowing it was Sayer’s cum in my mouth.
And the cuddling? The cuddling was nice. Sayer was bigger than a woman, obviously, and being pulled against his bare chest was very different from what I was used to. But I liked it. A lot.
“I’m good,” I answered. “Really good.”
I felt Sayer exhale, as though he’d been holding his breath, and he pressed a kiss on the top of my head.
I smiled against his warm skin.
CHAPTER SIX
Sayer
I woke up with my arms full of Dane, and with Boone licking at my bare foot.
“Hold on, boy,” I said quietly and disentangled myself from the man beside me. His nude body was fucking gorgeous, and if the dog wasn’t doing a dance of eagerness by the door, I would definitely stay there enjoying the view.
I pulled on Dane’s long coat and stuck my feet into his boots before opening the door. Frigid air whooshed over me, stealing my breath, and it didn’t escape me that I’d be out in it if it weren’t for Dane. It was still dark, but the moon cast a glow over the yard that allowed me to see. Boone leapt outside, hopping around in the deep snow before lifting his leg by a tree. Then, as though he had no intention of staying out in that cold, wet stuff any longer, he bounded back inside and shook it all over me.
“Thanks,” I whispered, slipping off the boots and coat. I walked naked into the kitchen, fed Boone, and put some coffee on before hurrying back to poke the fire to life and throw on another log before diving back underneath the blankets with Dane.
He groaned. “You’re fucking freezing!”
I burrowed my face under his arm. “Yeah, but I let your dog out and put coffee on.”
“You’re forgiven, then.”
“I thought so.”
We cuddled together for a few moments, and I wondered at the whole thing. When I’d sat freezing my ass off beneath the underpass and looked up to see Dane through the swirling snow, I’d never expected this.
And even without the unexpected sex, I was having more fun than I’d had in years. Shopping for the tree, decorating, talking and laughing, and cooking meals for someone—all of it felt like a slow awakening for the large piece of me that had been dead a long time.
I remembered something.
“Hey, I saw some sleds in your shed the other day,” I said, rising to my elbow and looking down at Dane’s face. Blond stubble covered his jaw, and I couldn’t resist running my finger over it. When he caught the tip in his mouth and bit, then sucked, I lost my ability to think.
“There’s a great hill down the road,” Dane said when he’d released my finger, and I blinked, trying to catch up.
A beep from the kitchen told us the coffee had finished brewing.
“I’ll get it. I think your brain’s gone offline.” He winked at me and crawled out from under the covers, and I watched his fine ass as he crossed the room.
With a sigh, I began tidying up. Boone thought it was an invitation to play tug of war, and I wound up falling to my knees while trying to get the blanket away from him.
“Boone, no,” Dane said sharply. The dog immediately let go and walked over to his plush bed in the corner.
Dane set the cups on the table and pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck before releasing me.
I stood, breathing a little hard, my cock rigid and touching my belly.
Dane chuckled. “Maybe you shouldn’t have put up our bed so quickly. Kind of ruined my plans.”
I cursed myself for my tidiness, watching Dane slip into his jeans and then resignedly looking around for mine.
“So, sledding. Maybe I’ll put some chili in the crock pot first to cook while we’re gone, but then we’d better get going. That hill’s popular around here, and it won’t be long until every kid in the vicinity is on it.”
“Sounds heavenly,” I said after taking a drink of coffee. I looked out the window at the flurries. So beautiful. A squirrel hopped up on the windowsill, and Boone raised his head from his bed.
Tucked away at Dane’s cottage, Christmas just around the corner, felt like a dream. Leaving was going to be hard, but I didn’t want to think about that now.
Dane ran his hand down my chest. “I love this,” he said, tugging at the hair on my pecs, which my cock liked plenty. Remembering how beautiful Dane’s cock was and how good it had tasted, I took a quick sip of coffee, afraid I might actually drool.
Then Dane touched one of my nipples, and I almost choked.
“God, I’m sorry,” Dane said, taking my cup from me and pounding me on the back. When I’d recovered, I seized him in a kiss, and he followed me down onto the cushions, nipping and licking into my mouth. I pushed up against him, opening my legs, and we ground together. It felt so damn good, and my cock was so fucking needy, I couldn’t stop. Neither could Dane, apparently, and before I knew it, we’d both come in our pants.
Dane broke into laughter. “I’ve never done that before,” he mumbled against my neck, still breathing hard.
“Never?” I asked. “Even in junior high?”
He raised up to look at me, face so close, I was tempted to kiss him again.
“Nope. Never.”
For some reason, that made me feel really good—that he would get that excited with me.
“Come on. Let’s clean up, grab some toast, and go sledding.”
By the time I was s
howered and dressed in some of my recently washed clothes, Dane had just finished putting the chili together in the crock pot. Two pieces of toast popped up, and I ate mine while admiring his body in his jeans and sweater. Fuck, I just wanted to get him naked again. But I’d had to mention sledding…
We walked down the freshly cleared road, each dragging a sled, the morning sun sparkling on the snow. We rounded a bend, and there to the left was the hill Dane had to have been referring to.
“Wow. That looks…dangerous.”
“Not really. There’s a chance of going airborne but no trees to run into, and if we can’t stop, we’ll just wind up in Mr. Sutter’s pasture,” Dane said. “Worst we’ll get is a face full of snow. Well, unless one of us flies off and lands funny. Just make sure you don’t do that. The real problem is, for every fantastic ride, there’s the hill to climb before we can do it again.”
He wasn’t kidding – that hill was murder on the legs. Once we reached the top, though, the view was beautiful. With the town of Riverbend behind us, there was only gleaming snow dotted with homes and forests as far as the eye could see and majestic mountains in the background. We placed our sleds on the hard-packed snow and positioned ourselves. Since I hadn’t sledded since I was ten years old, I watched Dane, but there really wasn’t anything to it. Just sit down, put your feet up, and take the rope.
“Ready?” Dane asked, glancing at me with excitement in his eyes.
Feeling like a kid again, I took a deep breath and said, “Let’s do it!”
“On the count of three, then. One, two… three!” For all the fanfare, we both had a little trouble pushing off, but once we got going, I couldn’t hold in my yell of excitement, having forgotten the pure youthful exhilaration of flying down a hill at top speed. I had to pull the rope with my right hand to avoid slamming into Dane as we barreled down an almost perfect forty-five degree angle, and when we came to a stop, my heart was pounding in my ears.
I toppled sideways off my sled, and Dane started laughing, but I was ready for him; when he walked around to help me up, I tossed a handful of snow in his face.
“Oh, you’re so on!” Dane reached for some snow as I scrambled to my knees, and the next minute, we were tossing snowballs at one another as fast as we could pack them.
When we’d worn ourselves out and called a truce, we trudged up the big hill again and took another ride down. By the time the sun was high in the sky and the sound of approaching kids met our ears, I was shivering and almost too exhausted to walk home.
Boone greeted us at the door, prancing and barking. Dane took him out to pee while I stood on the front porch stamping the snow off the boots I’d borrowed from him.
“Last one naked and in the shower has to make lunch,” Dane said, closing the front door and flinching when Boone shook snow all over the place. The playful feeling of the morning continued as we hurried to get out of our wet things while trying to move ahead of one another on our way down the hall. Dane fell, and I unapologetically hopped over him and ran to the bathroom, laughing as I finally managed to get my legs out of my jeans.
“Cheater!” Dane accused when he struggled through the doorway, ankles tangled in his pants. As he finished getting undressed, his gaze wandered over my naked body, and I shivered for reasons entirely different from being cold.
I turned and got the water running in the shower, temperature nice and hot.
“I didn’t cheat,” I said. “I’m not the reason you fell on your face.”
“I’m pretty sure it was the sight of your bare ass that made me do it,” Dane said, coming up behind me and wrapping his muscular arms around my waist, which would’ve been a lot better if he hadn’t felt like an icicle against my back.
“Fucking hell!” I squirmed, trying to get away. Laughing, Dane wrangled me into the shower stall, and the hot water pouring over my chilled skin quickly shut me up, although the kisses Dane began pressing along my shoulders helped too.
My cock was the first part of my body to thaw, quickly rising to kiss my belly. Dane’s big body behind me did crazy things to my libido. “I want you to fuck me,” I said.
Dane stilled behind me.
“Unless… that’s not something you want to do.” I peered over my shoulder at him.
“God, Sayer. That sounds… so…”
“Sexy? Fantastic?” I wiggled my ass hopefully against his hardening cock.
Dane groaned. “Yeah, all that, but I’ve never done it before.”
“Even with Liz? I mean, in the ass.”
Dane cleared his throat. “Ah, no. She wouldn’t have been into that, and honestly, I was kind of afraid I’d like it too much.”
I couldn’t help grinning. “Then I can be your first.” I wiggled again, eliciting another deep groan from Dane that made my cock jerk in reaction.
I tugged Dane’s hand. “Feel how much I want you to fuck me, Dane.”
Dane’s breathing accelerated against the back of my neck as he ran his fingers over my erection. I closed my eyes and moaned, head falling onto his shoulder. He pressed kisses to my cheek and temple, thrusting his hips so the silky skin of his cock rubbed against my ass.
“Mm, do that again,” I said. He did.
I reached down and pulled open the cheeks of my ass. “Between there. Just let it glide upwards.”
Dane did what I said, and I let my ass cheeks hug his cock.
“Oh, fuck, Sayer. Fuckfuckfuck!”
I could feel his heart pounding. “Feel good?”
“Christ!”
“Think how much better it will feel buried deep inside me.”
“I want that,” he panted. I heard him swallow. “But I don’t have a condom.”
I stilled. “Anywhere in the house?”
“I haven’t had sex since Liz, and she was on the pill.”
I bit my lip. Normally, I would never take the risk, but I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted Dane. And I trusted him. I shouldn’t, but I did, just like he had trusted me when he’d taken me in.
“I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time,” I said, turning to look at him. “And I’ve been tested several times since. When I did have sex before that, it was always with a condom.”
Dane’s eyes filled with heat. “I was tested before I married Liz and so was she. After that, she was the only one. Actually, she’s the only person I’ve ever had sex with. I just hadn’t wanted to say that, so I’d been tested when she had.”
I smiled slowly before leaning in and kissing him, tongue gliding against his. The kiss quickly turned frantic, both of us hard, gripping at each other, pressing our naked, wet bodies as close as we could get. Dane was a hunk of granite covered in soft skin. I couldn’t get enough of him. When he bit my neck, I almost came.
Turning to face the wall, I spread my legs and reached around myself to push first one, then two wet fingers inside me. It burned, but I was so turned on, I was shaking and didn’t give a fuck.
Dane pushed my hand away and took over, soaping his fingers before sliding them into me. I cried out, head against the cold wall, the feel of his fingers in my ass almost enough to make me come.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I said on a gasp when Dane’s fingertips ran over my prostate. He did it again, and I whimpered.
“Amazing,” Dane murmured. He adjusted the water so it wasn’t falling so hard, and then reached around me to stroke my cock in his soap-slicked hand. When I felt his cockhead against my hole, I moaned and pushed against it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said in my ear, and I shivered. He was stretching me wide, and it hurt, but it also felt wonderful.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, and he pushed all the way in. He was slightly above average in size, and my body protested, but I’d been no stranger to putting toys in my ass before I’d been homeless, and once he got going, I was in heaven.
He thrust in again and again, a constant litany of how good it felt falling from his lips. I was ridiculously pleased to be the one to
show him how amazing sex between two men could be. My balls tightened as my orgasm began to build.
“Harder,” I said, pushing my ass back on every thrust. Dane made a feral sound, adjusted his stance, and went at me.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!
The sound filled my ears until it was all I could hear. Swirling pleasure overtook me, slamming into me before turning me inside out. I think I shouted. Dane began to babble, and then he lost his rhythm and I felt him let go.
“That… that…” Mouth against my shoulder, he didn’t seem able to form words. I was having trouble myself. When I’d caught my breath, I eased away until Dane slipped out of me. I washed off as Dane leaned against the wall, face and chest flushed, half-hard cock hanging between his legs, the picture of beautiful, sated male.
“Can we do that again?” he asked after I’d rinsed him off and turned off the water.
“Fireworks?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
I grinned. “We can do it as many times as you want.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dane
I’d never in my life felt anything like I’d just felt when I’d been inside Sayer. And I don’t just mean physically.
Since that kiss with Adam so long ago, I’d known deep down I was more attracted to men than women, but I hadn’t made a move to do anything about it—first because of Liz, and after her death because I was scared. What was I going to do, go to the nearest gay club and pick up a guy? I couldn’t imagine doing that.
I guess if I was being honest with myself, I’d been attracted to Sayer from the first time I’d gotten a good look at him without all that heavy clothing.
Or maybe from the first glimpse of those amazing blue eyes; I don’t know.
After our shower, we’d made another bed in front of a roaring fire and talked. Eventually Sayer’s hand had made its way to my cock and started stroking. When he’d held up a bottle of vegetable oil he’d gotten from the kitchen, I’d gone stiff as a board even while chuckling at the ridiculous smirk on his face.
The vision of Sayer lowering himself on me had been erotic as hell, and Christ, being encased inside him now, in front of the fire, was somehow even better than it had been in the shower. When he’d started riding me, hands braced on my chest as he moved his body back in forth, I’d had to concentrate hard on not coming too fast.
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