by Lynn Stark
“Don’t worry about it. There will be other non-family members. There always are.”
“Okay. Well, then, I guess I’m going. Will there be ribs and barbeque chicken?”
“There will. Dad will also smoke a couple of beef briskets. He’s also learned to cook for the vegetarians in the group.”
“That’s cool. I can’t wait. Hopefully, I’ll get my manuscript in by then. I always feel guilty if I’m having fun and a project isn’t complete when a deadline is getting near.”
“I suppose it takes a lot of dedication to be a writer. I don’t mind hard work, but I don’t think I have the imagination to write a whole book.”
Peyton chuckled. His arm moved under Brag’s hand, shifting until he could interlace their fingers. Brag’s heart began beating a little faster as he took the action as sign that Peyton was getting closer to accepting him as a lover.
He cleared his throat. “I, uh, never did very well writing stories when I was in school. Math was more my thing. And science. Then there was football and baseball.”
“No basketball?”
“Nah, I can’t stand the sound the shoes make on the floor. It’s like fingernails on a blackboard for me. Whenever I went to watch Troy or Dirk play, I had to wear earplugs. Fortunately, Flynn and Cam stuck to football. Did you play any sports?”
“Beyond the obvious, which is that I competed with my horses, I was the quarterback on my high school’s football team, and I played tennis. And you’re right about the sound of the shoes on the gym floor. It’s very unpleasant to me, too.”
They talked about their teen years until they arrived home. Brag parked near the barn, which made it about the halfway point between his house and Peyton’s. He turned off the engine and lights. “Want to come over and watch a movie with me? I just got a couple of new ones.”
“I really should get some writing done.” The protest was weak.
Brag pressed, testing Peyton’s resolve to be a responsible adult. “I know, but I don’t want this great evening to end. I love spending time with you.”
Peyton’s hand tightened on Brag’s. “Okay, but just one movie.”
A half hour later, they were shirtless and prone on the long couch in his living room, Brag cradled between Peyton’s long legs. They explored each other’s bodies as Brag pressed Peyton into the thick cushions. The air around them was heating up. The scents of their arousals blended. Sweat slicked their skin and their breathing was harsh, sounding loud to Brag’s ears despite the sounds coming from the speakers placed around the room for maximum effect for watching movies.
Their erections were pressed together through the fabric of their jeans. Brag felt as if he was going to lose his load at any second. Breaking off the amazing kiss was only done so he could get a decent breath. He lifted his head to stare down at Peyton. The man appeared to be in some sort of happy place if the expression on his handsome face was anything to go by. Brag was about to stroke the side of Peyton’s face when the man opened his eyes. The movement of his hand seemed to catch Peyton by surprise and he jerked his head away. Brag’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the flash of fear.
“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Peyton frowned and grimaced, his eyes filled with regret. “It’s not your fault. I guess I still haven’t completely gotten over what Roger did.” He took a deep breath and let it out. Then he smiled. The smile seemed natural, without being forced. “I wouldn’t mind having another one of those fantastic kisses. You certainly do have skills.”
Relieved that an innocent action hadn’t caused a devastating reaction, Brag returned Peyton’s smile before he began to lower his head. “I believe I only have skills because you inspire me to have them. I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss you.”
Soft laughter filled the room during a lull in the movie’s soundtrack. “Your sweet talking is going to get you exactly where you want to be,” Peyton told him.
Peyton’s hand stroked along Brag’s spine, his fingertips exploring in a way that had him thinking wicked thoughts. He nipped Peyton’s full lower lip. “Top or bottom?”
“It depends. I never topped that person that was formerly in my life,” Peyton said, without mentioning the name they both knew. “He wouldn’t even consider it. But I’ve topped before.”
“I believe the man was a total waste of oxygen. I’m glad you’re rid of him. And I’m here now. So, if you would like to top this first time we’re together, I’m all for it.” He winked and went in for another brief taste of Peyton’s swollen lips. “Actually, I’ve fantasized quite a lot about your dick in my ass.”
Chapter Seven
“You have, have you?” Peyton asked with interest. He was trying to get past the involuntary jerking of his head away from Brag’s hand. Roger has seriously screwed with him, and it was time to take back control. “I’m interested in knowing the details.”
Brag pressed his rigid cock against Peyton’s as he stared down at him. His pupils were dilated, dark with passion and looking at Peyton as if he was the most desirable man on earth. And maybe he was. He allowed himself to feel it, shedding the layers of crap Roger had heaped on him.
Peyton stroked Brag from shoulder to below Brag’s waist, where he spread his fingers and curved them over the firm mound of the man’s ass through his jeans. He pulled as he lifted his pelvis, essentially mashing them together. Brag’s groan of pleasure was the beginning of a sweet, sweet song, one Peyton wanted to hear the rest of.
When Brag slowly lowered his head, Peyton tipped his head to the side, giving him access to his neck. The man’s firm lips pressed warm kisses to his flesh. He shivered when Brag ran the tip of his tongue over his skin, licking his way around to Peyton’s Adam’s apple. As he sucked on it, Peyton’s heart rate increased. A low groan erupted from his throat, and his cock throbbed in his jeans. Peyton knew they were close to the moment when decisions had to be made. Of course, he had the right to say no. Brag would respect that. Changing his mind wasn’t the issue. He knew what was about to happen between them and he wanted that. What he had to believe was that making love to Brag was the right thing for him to do at this time. Was he truly ready?
Peyton stroked and rubbed Brag’s ass again. His balls pulled tight to his body, about to release their load. They were at the now or never point. Or, at the very least, the now and possibly later, point. It wasn’t critical. He had to make a decision and quickly. It wouldn’t be fair to lead Brag along, letting the man believe something would happen between them tonight and then shut him down.
The tips of his fingers followed the back seam of Brag’s jeans, imagining how it would feel to explore beneath. He shivered and bit back a moan.
“If you keep that up, I’ll have to go to the bathroom to jerk off.”
A chuckle escaped Peyton, easing the tension of the passion now rising to critical level within him. “By your own admission, you’ve done that a lot. Do you believe you really want to waste the time and energy? I think we should take this to the bedroom.”
Once the decision was made, Peyton felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Giving himself permission to try to find love again was the catalyst. It was the beginning of something new and, he hoped, a wonderful future.
Brag levered his body up and away from Peyton. Cool air touched his overheated skin. He took the hand Brag held out to him, allowing Brag to pull him to his feet. Brag had a few inches on Peyton. He looked up at him and saw the desire in Brag’s warm brown eyes. There was also the hint of something more, but Peyton didn’t want to be presumptuous and give it a name just yet.
“Bedroom?” Brag prompted, a smile tugging at the corner of his firm lips. Firm, gorgeous lips. Peyton shuddered as he imagined them on his dick.
Peyton blinked. “Yeah, bedroom,” he echoed and took Brag’s hand, allowing him to lead Peyton to his bedroom. “You’re not the only one to fantasize. I’ve thought about being with you a hundr
ed times.”
“Well, now that I’m here, I suggest we get naked.”
Peyton chuckled. “Getting naked is a good idea.”
While Brag went to sit in the chair near the door to remove his boots, Peyton’s hands went to his waist. He unbuckled his belt as he watched Brag pull off each boot. If he wasn’t in such a hurry to get to consummate their sex life, he would have taken the time to play. Next time he would help Brag take his boots off by straddling his long legs and giving Brag the perfect view of his ass.
Peyton unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, along with his underwear. His erection came free and slapped his groin. Bending over, he pushed off his jeans and socks. He didn’t fail to notice that Brag’s gaze was fixed to him. Heat washed over his skin. Desire shot through him, along with a healthy dose of lust. There was a moment when he might have felt the need to preen. Brag rising from the chair to rid himself of his clothes put an end to that thought. Peyton stared. He couldn’t help himself. Brag was a perfect specimen of manhood. As much as he wanted to top for their first time, he was tempted to give up that honor, just so he could get Brag’s long, thick cock in his ass.
He blinked when Brag crossed the space between them and took Peyton into his strong arms. Their skin melded. They fit together perfectly. As they began to stroke and kiss each other, Peyton began to question his intelligence. Had he actually been wary of doing this? Incredible.
Brag walked him backward the few feet to the bed, his strong hands gripping Peyton low on his waist, his teeth nipping Peyton’s lips as their cocks bumped together in an exciting manner. By the time he hit the mattress, Peyton felt as if he was overheating. He gasped for breath. Brag was between his legs, crushing their cocks and balls together. Lifting his legs, he wrapped them around Brag’s hips, holding him close as they continued kissing each other with hungry passion.
When they finally broke apart, Brag rolled to Peyton’s side. Peyton turned his head to look at the other man. Brag’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath. Grinning, Peyton moved up on the bed and pulled the drawer open on the bedside table, hoping Brag kept lube and condoms in the same place as he did. Jackpot. Peyton’s fingers wrapped around them and he rolled onto his back.
Brag’s large, callused hand stroked his leg from calf to thigh. Peyton looked down the length of his body, seeing the physical connection, before his gaze followed along Brag’s arm to admire the man’s fit body.
“What are you thinking?” Brag asked curiously as he continued to explore.
Blinking, Peyton looked at him. He smiled. “I was thinking how sexy you are. Maybe perfect.”
A short laugh was Brag’s response. He moved up the bed finally, taking his place beside Peyton, and reached out to take the condom and the lube from him. “I’m not perfect, but thank you for thinking it.” After opening the foil packet, Brag removed the latex disc and proceeded to roll the condom along the length of Peyton’s throbbing shaft. “I’d like to play more, but I’m getting desperate here.” He chuckled. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Yes, I want that, too.”
Peyton’s jaw nearly dropped as Brag lubed his fingers and began to stretch himself with a grin and a wink. The man was bold and playful, two things Peyton could appreciate at the moment. Picking up the discarded bottle of lube, he coated his cock with it and waited for Brag to finish preparing himself for Peyton’s possession. It didn’t take long. When Brag withdrew his fingers, he grabbed his thighs and pulled his legs back to his chest. The erotic sight took his breath away as he positioned the head of his cock against the twitching hole, pressing forward until he pushed through the tight ring of muscles. They moaned in unison. Peyton watched as inch after inch of his cock disappeared and was soon enveloped by the gripping heat of Brag’s silky dark channel.
“Fuck, if you don’t feel fantastic inside me!”
A shudder of intense pleasure shook Peyton. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them to look down at the man he was falling in love with. “That doesn’t begin to describe how I’m feeling at this moment,” he shared in a voice thickened by his emotions. “Just don’t move yet. I don’t want it over before it even begins.”
After a few seconds, Peyton began to move, pulling back slowly, before plunging in until he was balls deep. It wasn’t long before Brag’s strong legs were locked around him and his hands gripped him tightly as Peyton pounded into the man’s willing body. Their breathing was harsh. The combined scents of their sweat-dampened bodies and musk filled his nostrils in a heady blend, one he wouldn’t soon forget.
Hot blood rushed through his veins as his heart pounded. Shifting his hips, Peyton drove in, pegging Brag’s ultra-sensitive gland, repeating the motion as he saw and heard the man’s pleasure. He wasn’t surprised when Brag reached between them and grabbed his dick. He fisted it several times before coming, streams of cum landing on his stomach and chest. The scent of cum reached Peyton’s nostrils. The channel his cock was encased in clenched tight on him, making it nearly impossible for him to move. Peyton groaned as his balls tightened. Then he was joining his lover to ride on the incredible wave of ecstasy rushing over them.
Peyton shouted, his hips jerking several times as his balls emptied. Never in his life had he ever felt such intense sensations during and after sex. There was something about Brag that made it better, unique, and something he wanted to experience many more times in the future.
As the thought went through his head, Peyton chuckled and looked down at Brag. His eyes were closed and he was wearing an expression that probably mirrored Peyton’s. Then his eyelids lifted and those beautiful brown eyes were revealed. What he saw made him catch his breath.
He leaned down for a kiss. It was slow and sensual and Peyton hoped it expressed what he was feeling, as he wasn’t quite ready to say the words.
Brag’s legs released their hold on him. Peyton reached between them and caught the top of the condom as he withdrew his softening dick. They both grimaced. It was what it was. Rolling away, he tied off the condom and left the bed. He went to the bathroom, tossing the condom in the trash before getting a wet cloth.
Minutes later, cleaned up and covered, Peyton felt able to speak as they held each other under the blankets, but Brag beat him to it. “Man, did you just rock my world.”
“Yeah, it was something else. I’ve never felt anything like with anyone else.”
Peyton kissed Brag’s lips when they found his. “I’m glad. But, from now on, I want you to only think of me. Leave everyone else you’ve been with in the past. Especially the bastard who hurt you.”
“Gladly.” Peyton nibbled on Brag’s lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. “I think we should see how good you are at topping now.” Brag’s long, thick dick was sliding along his thigh as it hardened. It didn’t travel far, trapped as it was. The head nudged Peyton’s tender balls as he lifted his bent leg and placed it on Brag’s hip. “Now it’s your turn to make me see stars.”
“I saw more than stars, honey. I only hope I can do the same for you. You’ve set the bar very high. But since my dick thinks it’s twenty again, we’ll go for it.”
Laughing at that, Peyton moved away and tossed the blankets to the foot of the bed. Neither of them were randy teenagers any longer. Recovery usually took longer. Yet, he wasn’t about to complain as he got on his hands and knees, offering his ass to Brag. There was movement on the bed beside him, then the tearing of foil, quickly followed by the click of a bottle cap. Peyton sucked in his breath when cool lube was dribbled down the crease of his ass. The touch of Brag’s fingers quickly made him forget the moment of discomfort, replacing it by stroking the puckered rim of his asshole, teasing him until he was spreading his legs wide and offering Brag complete access.
A groan of longing escaped him as Brag slide a slick finger in his ass. Anticipation rose in him. It shot through his body as Brag added a second finger, and then a third, stretching him in preparation for his possession of Peyton’s body. He
trembled. Brag pushed his fingers in and out, stroking, finding his gland, reducing him to a weakened mess before the man’s fingers were withdrawn completely. Peyton pushed back as Brag pushed the head of his cock through the stretched ring of muscles guarding his hole.
“Oh, fuck yes!” he shouted as he lowered his shoulders to the mattress and his fingers twisted into the pillow. Brag pushed in until he was buried deep, taking Peyton’s breath away. There was a slight burn, but it quickly faded to be replaced by pleasure. “Fuck me, Brag. Fuck me hard!”
Brag’s fingers were now on his hips. The tips pressed hard into his flesh. “Anything you want, honey. I’m yours to command.”
Without another word, Brag began to push and pull his cock in and out of Peyton’s ass with what seemed like inhuman speed and endurance. Peyton’s throbbing dick was bouncing beneath him as Brag repeatedly slammed into his body. He didn’t dare release his hold on the bed sheets to grab it. Having his skull whacking on the headboard would definitely take some of the excitement out of what was taking place. But when he felt his orgasm coming on, Peyton risked it, stroking his cock a few times as he felt Brag’s cock thicken and harden in his ass. When he came, his inner muscles clamped down hard on the flesh within. He cried out and came, cum spurting from his cock, as if he hadn’t come in years and not a short time before. Shaking, weakened, his body collapsed into the mess. Brag, his dick still inside him, fell on top of him. The man pressed kisses to the sweaty skin across his shoulders.
Taking a deep breath, Peyton smiled and lay there with Brag blanketing him, completely content, with no desire whatsoever to ever move again. Or, at the very least, any time soon.
“Honey,” Brag whispered, “we certainly seem to have something special together.”
It was a statement Peyton could not argue with more.
Peyton was wide awake long after Brag had fallen asleep. He had dozed off for a while, but for no more than twenty minutes. Taking care, he got out of bed, knowing from past experience that when he was in the mood to write, he couldn’t ignore it. That would mean leaving Brag and returning to his own house. Regret filled him, but he was wide awake and itching to write. If they were to have a future together, Brag needed to get used to his peculiar habits, one of which was to write at odd times during the day and night. He dressed, covered Brag with the blankets, and then leaned down to press a kiss to the man’s lips. He turned off the lights and headed out.
