I pushed my head back into the arm of the sofa breathing hard. Then the fingertip pushed inside me. His cock was hard and pressed up against his belly while he slowly worked the finger deep inside. Blake growled, “Open your eyes, Ian.”
I followed his instructions and watched as he gripped his cock in one slowly stroking hand and he found the knob deep inside me with the index finger of the other. I squirmed beneath him and let out a deep, guttural moan.
“Fuck, Blake…I want your cock…please.” I thrashed as he massaged with his fingertip. I was worried I was going to cum before he ever got his cock inside.
His deep-throated growl was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I watched as Blake pulled the finger out and then lined up the head of his cock. I gripped the sofa with both hands and met his thrusts.
We both yelled out when he pushed inside. Blake gripped my thighs tight in his big hands while his cock slowly pushed deeper. It felt like he was filling my entire body, and I wanted him to go even deeper.
Then he began to rock slowly forward and back. It didn’t take us long. I don’t know how many times he jerked himself off thinking of getting back to this moment, but for me I did it so often that I lost count.
We were both on the edge, and Blake led the way. He wrapped his fingers around my stiff cock and in a few short minutes we were both riding the edge. He whispered in a deep, rumbling voice, “Cum with me, Ian. Cum with me now.”
It was all the encouragement that I needed. I howled as my cock erupted, and then Blake yelled out, too. A roar went up between us as both of our bodies shuddered in climax.
We never made it to bed that night. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. wrapped tight in Blake’s arms on the sofa. It was the only place that I wanted to be. I leaned back and nestled against him rubbing my fingers along his arm. In a few short minutes I was back asleep.
When we finally rolled off the sofa, I suggested that I make breakfast for both of us. Blake whispered in my ear, “I want you to do it naked.”
I said, “I’ve never done that before.”
He replied, “There’s a first time for everything.”
As I stood at the stove scrambling eggs in the pan with Blake’s half hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks and his lips pressed against the side of my neck, I knew the future was going to be outstanding regardless of what would come our way as long as we were together.
29
Blake
Reggie was egging me on. He said, “Go ahead, Blake, take your shirt off. Show us the merchandise. Ian’s ready to take his off. Why should he have all of the fun?”
It was the 25th anniversary of The Toolbox being in business, and our crowd was spilling out on to the street. Claw was already shirtless and dancing with the customers. Sally brought in temporary bartenders just for the night, so the staff could join the revelers. I was on my third drink and feeling good.
I leaned in close to Ian and asked, “Do you mind?”
He laughed and said, “I want to see you have fun. I’ll take mine off if you take off yours.”
We joined a third of the customers in peeling off our shirts and dancing half naked with the sweaty midsummer crowd. I looked around at the group of mostly gay men packed tight enough that you couldn’t move without touching someone else, and I couldn’t believe how naive I felt just a year ago when I first kissed Andy Fitzgerald.
Reggie kept his clothes on even though we tried to tempt him into showing off the goods. Instead, he pointed toward the back of the bar and said, “Oh my God, look at that!”
I followed the direction of his finger and asked, “Who is it?”
Reggie said, “It’s a walking Nordic God. That’s who it is.”
Ian looked, and then he said to me, “His name is Sven.”
I gazed at the blonde hair and the smooth muscled body with impressive ab muscle definition and grunted, “Damn, and I thought I looked good.”
Ian reached out to me and rubbed a stiff nipple with his thumb. He said, “You look awesome, Blake. I’m the envy of the entire bar.”
I laughed saying, “I don’t really know about that.”
He stepped up close, stood on tip toes and placed his mouth close to my ear. Ian asked, “Are you happy?”
I said, “This is the fucking honest truth. I’ve never been happier!”
Then I spotted a man I’d never seen at the bar before. He was short but had a firm, muscled body. His hair was buzzed tight to his scalp, and he was wearing a black Toolbox T-Shirt.
Reggie danced up close to him and leaned over speaking directly into the man’s ear. They exchanged a few comments before the man moved on through the crowd.
I asked, “Reggie, who is that?”
He said, “That’s Mr. Claw. You’ve never met him before, Blake?”
I shook my head. “No, I’ve only heard Claw talk about him. They would look great together.”
Reggie said, “He’s a great guy. I think he’s the most devoted father I’ve ever met.”
Ian smiled and said, “Lucky kids.”
Then we all had our biggest surprise of the night. Ian pointed this time and he leaned in close to me saying, “Get Reggie’s attention.”
Reggie had drifted further into the crowd, but I could pick him out by his unique dance moves. He was sipping a gin and tonic while chatting up an older guy wearing a leather jacket in the heat. I did my best to push through the crowd and reach out to tap Reggie on the shoulder.
He looked up at me asking, “What’s up, Blake?”
I leaned in close and said, “Ian wants to see you.”
Reggie nodded at the older man and then gestured toward me with his head. The man smiled and turned his attention elsewhere.
Reggie said, “This better be good.”
“Hey! It’s not me. Complain to Ian if you’re upset.”
When we joined Ian again, Reggie asked, “What’s going on? I almost had a date with the leather man back there.”
Ian grinned and said, “I think your real date has arrived, Reggie.” He turned toward the door and we both followed his gaze.
Reggie mouthed the word, “Connor?”
Ian said, “I guess he got home early.”
I watched as Reggie did his best to dance through the crowd. Then he gave up and walked in the direction of a tall, muscular man.
I danced next to Ian and watched our friend from afar. Ian said, “Reggie tries to hide it, but inside he’s head over heels for Connor.”
I asked, “What did you mean about him getting home early?”
“He was overseas for work, and he wasn’t supposed to be back home until the end of summer or early fall.”
“Do you think they might start dating?” I asked.
“Well, look,” said Ian. He pointed in their direction just as Reggie slipped his hands up inside the hem of Connor’s T-Shirt and helped pull it off over his head. It revealed another seriously hot body. Then Connor wrapped his hand behind Reggie’s head and they kissed.
I said, “Hey, I can do that, too!” I turned to Ian, wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed him for the first time at the Toolbox. It was perfect. I had nothing left to hide, and I wanted the world to know that Ian was my man.
30
Ian
We had one major disappointment left before the summer came to an end. The Soft Serves battled for first place in our league, and the determination of season champion came down to the last game of the season.
We squared off against the toughest team in the league. They beat us 6-3 earlier in the season, and they had beaten us every time we squared off in the history of our team.
When I arrived at the field, Billy walked up to me and handed me a twenty dollar bill. He said, “You were right about Blake. I owe you this.”
Then I watched Billy and Blake jog across the diamond and hold their own little private planning session standing in the corner of right field while everyone else tossed balls around to warm up. Antonio pulled the rest of the team
together and led a victory cheer to boost us before the game ever began.
As we jogged to the dugout, Antonio waved to the bleachers. I asked, “Who’s out there?”
He stopped and pointed. “It’s my hubby Lex. Isn’t he handsome?” Antonio acted as if his knees were buckling and he tapped the left side of his chest while a huge smile spread across his face. Lex was dressed in khakis and a dress shirt. I could see him laughing and shaking his head while Antonio hammed it up for my benefit.
Billy and Blake jogged in from the outfield just as the rest of the team reached the dugout. I asked Blake, “Do you have it all planned out now?”
Blake smirked at me and asked, “Is there a game? We were sharing ideas about flower arrangements.”
I gave him a swat on the ass and gathered the team together in a huddle. I said, “I don’t really have much to say other than this has been one hell of a season. We just have one game left to make the season complete. Everybody just go out there and do your very best, and we’ll let the chips fall where they may.”
Antonio started a chant of, “We’re gonna win! We’re gonna win!” that eventually broke into an ear splitting chorus of squeals and shouts. I caught Billy shaking his head but smiling, too.
We hung tight through the first four innings. As we jogged off the field to bat to lead off the fifth inning, Blake pointed at the stands and said, “I’ll be right back, Ian. I’m sixth in line to bat this inning, and I’ll be back well before that.”
I watched Blake leave the dugout and jog up to the bleachers. Just before he reached them, I saw who he had spotted. It was the two teenage kids from the baseball game. They were sitting close on the bleachers. The taller boy had his arm wrapped around the waist of his friend. I looked closer and decided they might be more than just friends.
Blake climbed into the bleachers and hugged them each in turn. A tear came to my eye watching Blake look so happy and relaxed. He posed for selfies with each of them individually and then all of them together.
Blake was out of breath when he returned to the dugout. He said, “They’re gay, Ian. I can’t believe they’re gay.”
I said, “I sort of wondered about that.”
He asked, “What? You know Joey and Shane?”
While Marshall stepped up to the plate with two outs attempting to drive in Lowell from second base, I explained to Blake that I met them when I came looking for him.
His eyes opened wider as he asked, “You came looking for me? You wanted to track me down? That’s so incredibly sweet.”
Then Blake grabbed me, and, in front of the entire team and anyone else at the softball field, he gave me a passionate kiss. Silence suddenly reigned in the dugout, and then Billy dropped the ball he was holding. It thudded against the concrete floor and rolled until it rested at Antonio’s feet.
I heard a faint call of, “Strike two,” in the distance.
Antonio asked, “Y…you’re a couple?”
Blake said, “He’s all mine.”
After another thirty seconds of silence, the entire team applauded. We missed Marshall’s single driven into left field and the scoring run that put us into the lead. The eyes of the team members in the dugout were all focused on Blake and me.
The celebration was broken by the umpire barking, “We need a batter out here!”
Lowell’s run was the last that we scored that day. In the seventh inning, our opponents hit a walk off home run and took home the league championship. We all had to settle for second place. For the Soft Serves, it didn’t feel like settling. The team had never approached second place in its history, and we were already talking about next year. Billy looked at Blake when he said, “With a second straight man on the team, we just might do it.”
Blake wrapped an arm tight around me and reached out to ruffle Billy’s long, dark hair with the other. He laughed when he said, “We just might indeed.”
Epilogue - Ian
“Blake, we need to get out of bed. The open house is today! People are going to start streaming in just forty-five minutes from now.” He had his arms wrapped tight around me kissing the side of my neck and grinding his hips into mine. The last thing I really wanted to do was climb out of bed and go next door.
Blake moaned, “One more quick thing…” He slid down under the sheets and kissed the head of my stiff cock.
I said, “Okay, fuck, we’re never going to get out of bed with you doing something like that.” I reached down and tangled my fingers into his hair.
The head of my cock disappeared into his mouth and he started to suck. With a loud moan, I arched my hips upward and then began to buck in rhythm to his sucking. Just as our rhythm synched up, he pulled his mouth off my cock and came out from under the sheets with a wide grin on his face.
I growled, “Damn you, Blake!”
He said, “I just wanted to make sure I was on your mind this morning.”
As I struggled to catch my breath, I said, “When are you ever very far from being on my mind. I think the answer to that is never.
Blake gave me a pout and said, “Okay, fine.” He climbed out of bed and I reached out to give his ass a swat just before he headed for the bathroom.
It was an exciting day. We spent the past month cleaning up Blake’s house. We systematically searched through all of the ancient boxes in the basement and found some treasures. We sorted it all into three groups. The first group was items that Blake wanted to keep. The second was a few boxes of things we thought that his aunt and uncle might find interesting. The largest group was artifacts that we decided to take to the county historical society.
Blake’s aunt and uncle helped us the final week in making sure everything was set to be staged for potential customers. It was February, and the realtor was skeptical about our luck in luring a buyer, but he thought it was good to get the house on the market. Nobody was in a rush for the sale.
Around Christmas, Blake and I decided to move in together. We talked about it off and on for a few weeks, and then one morning Blake sat bolt upright in bed and proclaimed, “Let’s shack up together!”
I was worried when we made the decision that he would want us to live in his house. My house was not necessarily any better, but I was emotionally attached to it. I had a lump in my throat when I even thought about leaving the garden behind. I sighed with relief when he said, “I hope it’s okay with you, Ian, but I like your house better than mine. I think I’ll ask my uncle if he wants to sell it. We’ll have to clean a lot of stuff out, but your house is a better choice.”
We had a well choreographed dance for those mornings when we were running late. Blake took his shower first, and we met in passing with me on the way to the shower while he brushed his teeth.
After we both pulled on clean jeans and T-Shirts, the dance continued in the kitchen. I dropped the bagels in the toaster while Blake brewed our cups of coffee. I gave the toasted bagels a good smear of cream cheese while he poured glasses of orange juice.
We were in a hurry to get to the open house, so we didn’t even sit at the kitchen table. We clinked our glasses of orange juice together and then practically wolfed down the bagels. We both drank our coffee last, and I shook my head feeling the buzz start to settle in.
“Are we gonna sell it today?” I asked.
Blake said, “I’ve got a good feeling. I think there’s a buyer out there.”
He set his coffee mug in the sink and headed for the kitchen door. I said, “Hold up just a second. I want to grab something from the living room.”
Stepping into the space, I realized how much we made it a blend of our two lives in the few months we had lived together. My furniture still dominated the space, but shelves, the fireplace mantel, and the coffee table were decorated with items that Blake discovered in his basement. Delicate glassware gleamed in the morning sun, and framed photos of strangers who now felt like friends gazed out into the room.
I walked up to my favorite shelf in the entire living room. We installed it on the w
all just beyond the base of the staircase leading up to the bedroom. It contained the vintage softball items Blake found in his basement. I walked up to the shelf and picked up one of the old-fashioned white softballs. I tossed it up and down twice in my hand before I returned to Blake.
He saw the ball and wrinkled his brow asking, “Why are you bringing that with us?”
I said, “It worked once.”
He asked, “It worked once?”
I said, “Yes, and I’m going to bring it with us to the open house. It’s our good luck charm.”
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