As Jeff regained consciousness, he groaned from the throbbing pain in his head. Unable to move, he opened his eyes and realized he was in a hospital. Attempting to sit up, he couldn’t because his arms were cuffed to the bed.
“What the?”
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Groggy, pieces of his memory came back to him. He had been asleep on the couch. In the middle of the night, Jess, trying to be quiet, made some noise in the kitchen. Their conversation still ran through his mind, stirring emotions:
“You’re a faggot? I’m married to a queer?
Rolling over, he tried to go back to sleep, wishing with everything in him that he was in bed with Nate. He wanted to feel Nate’s naked body against his own, either holding him or being held by him.
Blinding pain in his head nearly rendered him unconscious. He distinctly remembered Jess hissing, “Hit him again!”
His vision blurred, but he saw the silhouette of a man holding a gun, and he stumbled towards him, attempting to disarm him. Practically falling off the small porch at the front door, he heard the gun go off, and Jess screamed.
Another blow to his head made him lose consciousness.
<><>
As Jeff’s vision cleared, he saw two sheriff’s deputies standing inside the door of his room and a doctor at the foot of his bed.
In a heavy Indian accent, the doctor said, “Mr. Edwards, I am Dr. Patel. How are you feeling?”
“My head is pounding.”
“You have a concussion, Mr. Edwards. You received a severe laceration on your scalp as well. You are now the proud bearer of sixteen stitches. Please try to relax. Can you tell me how you received your wounds?”
“I… I don’t remember much. I was asleep on the couch and I woke up. Someone hit me on the head and knocked me out… and I woke up here.”
Dr. Patel said, “I’ve given you something for the headache. I’ll be back after these gentlemen speak with you.”
The two deputies approached his bed, but Jeff saw Nate just outside his door. He wasn’t sure what to make of Nate’s expression. It was a mix of concern, anger, and desperation. In the brief moment that Jeff clearly saw Nate, he gave Jeff the hand signals to “Stay Silent” and “Reinforcements incoming.”
One of the deputies saw Nate and, irritated, shut the door.
The other deputy, Deputy Hicks, said, “Mr. Edwards, you’re being charged with attempted murder. As soon as you’re physically able, you’ll be moved to the county jail.”
The deputy proceeded to read Jeff his Maranda Rights, and once finished, he asked, “Do you understand your rights as I’ve read them to you?”
Confused and bewildered, Jeff thought to himself: Attempted murder? What the hell? Jess, what have you done?
Still confused, Jeff nodded his assent.
Deputy Hicks asked, “Do you want to tell us what happened?”
Anger at everything boiled to the surface of his mind. He wanted Nate in his room, but they shut him out. Jeff knew he was being set up, and held no trust toward the deputies. Closing his eyes, Jeff took a deep breath to calm himself, but remained silent.
Deputy Hicks said, “Don’t make this hard on yourself. We have two eyewitnesses of you assaulting the victims.”
Frustrated at Jeff’s silence, Deputy Hicks said, “We’ll be outside the door if you come to your senses.”
<><>
Nate needed help. The deputies wouldn’t let him in to see Jeff, and he had no local influence with the Sheriff or any law enforcement. He had little interaction with them, except for a few of his tenants who got drunk and a little disorderly. Nothing like what they were accusing Jeff of. In the waiting room, Nate called Brady.
Brady answered as he usually did, upbeat and happy to hear from his buddy.
“Nate! What’s up, buddy?”
Brady immediately knew something was wrong by Nate’s tone, “Brady, man, I need help. Well, it’s Jeff that needs help.”
Reverting to military mode, Brady said, “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“Jeff was attacked and is in the hospital with a concussion. The Sheriff’s office is charging him with attempted murder, but I don’t even know who he supposedly attempted to kill. The deputies cockblocked me and won’t let me talk to him. I used hand signals to tell him to stay quiet, and backup was on its way.”
“Fucking hell. Okay, let me make a few calls, and I’ll get back to you asap. Are you okay?”
“Thanks, brother. And no, not really. This is the last thing Jeff needs. If he falls back into his depression over this, I’m not sure what he’ll do.”
Or me.
“Chin up, Bubba. We have your backs.”
<><>
It seemed like forever, but after lunch, Nate received a lengthy text from Brady. He still hadn’t been allowed to see or talk to Jeff, and was frantic and pissed off, but some of his tension vanished as he read the message.
Brady, I owe you big time.
Rushing home, Nate showered, ate, changed into nicer clothes, and drove nearly four hours to the Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport.
<><>
Nate spotted him immediately.
Fuckin’ hell.
Retired Colonel Barrett Oswald clearly stood out from the crowd around him. He filled out his Marine summer tan uniform as if he had been poured into it. His broad shoulders, powerful arms, and thick neck strained against the fabric. He stood with a suit bag over one shoulder and two pieces of luggage at his feet. Classically handsome, with a jaw that could cut glass, Col. Oswald radiated an aura that demanded attention and respect. Nate managed to pull over to the curb directly in front of him, which was no small feat in the hectic airport shuffle of traffic.
Hopping out, Nate held out his hand and said, “Col. Oswald, Sir, Nate Cochran.”
Each man had a strong grip, and their biceps bulged with strength, a greeting between two soldiers.
“Call me Barrett, Nate. I’m retired, and it will be less formal.”
Nate opened the third door of his pickup and set Barrett’s bags inside, then hung his suit bag.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you being here. When Brady said he called in a ‘big gun’ I had no idea a Corps JAG Lawyer would show up.”
Barrett’s deep voice said, “Sgt. Jeff Edwards is a highly decorated soldier. I read his record, and I’m aware of his state of mind, which is a direct result of his service to our country. Sgt. Edwards deserves counsel, and we won’t leave his fate in the hands of a Defense Counsel who has no experience with military vets.”
As Nate pulled back into traffic, he asked, “Would you like anything to eat? It’s a four-hour drive to Moultrie. Once we get on I-75 South, there will be plenty of places that aren’t fast food.”
“I’d appreciate that, and it’ll give us an opportunity to discuss Jeff’s case.”
“Honestly, Barrett, I don’t know anything yet. The deputies wouldn’t let me near him. He’s cuffed to his bed and not allowed visitors. I only know about the charge of attempted murder because I overheard one of the deputies talking on the phone.”
“I made some calls this morning before my flight. Jeff’s wife, Jessica Mullin-Edwards, and a man named Randy Tate have filed the charges. Allegedly, Jeff attempted to kill Mr. Tate and his wife after he discovered that she was having an affair with him. They’re trying to pass it off as a crime of passion, enraged by his PTSD.”
Nate could barely contain his anger and started to say, “That BITCH! ….”
“Before you say anything else, Nate, I know about your concern for Jeff. You have some Marine brothers who think very highly of you. Brady and I go way back. When all this is said and done, and Jeff is proven innocent and is safe, you owe me a trip to your camp as payment.”
Patting Nate’s leg comfortably, he said, “You think you can manage that, handsome?”
The relief in Nate over Barrett’s words was immeasurable, and the gay side of him immediately tried to envision Barrett naked. But, as hot as that image in his brain was, his feelings and desire for Jeff overrode it, pushing everything else aside. However, he hoped that maybe he and Jeff could thank Barrett personally. Repeatedly.
The fact that Barrett liked men was its own comfort. It meant he was on their side as family, not just as a retired Marine lawyer.
<><>
Barrett spent most of the drive on his phone, and Nate was very impressed by him. One of his first requests was to have Jeff’s restraints removed. He also requested the Judge in charge of Jeff’s case to remand Jeff into his custody.
Five hours later, Barrett and Nate arrived at the hospital. The deputies didn’t know what to make of a Marine JAG Defense Lawyer showing up in full uniform. Of course, they had no idea he was retired. Barrett walked right up in their faces and said, “I’m representing Sgt. Edwards, and I wish to speak to my client in private. Have his restraints been removed?”
Deputy Hicks said, “No. He’s a flight risk and an attempted murderer.”
Barrett’s eyes turned steely, and his voice went cold, “Son, you will go in there and remove them. NOW. My client is not a flight risk. I will vouch for him and take responsibility.”
His countenance brooked no disobedience, and the deputies stepped back at his tone of voice.
Deputy Hicks frowned, asking, “Are you threatening us?”
Like a Drill Instructor dressing down a recruit, Barrett got right in his face, staring him down, and said, “Son, when a Marine makes a threat, it will be crystal clear. That was my polite voice. Now get in there and remove those restraints.”
<><>
With Jeff’s restraints removed and the door shut, Nate nearly climbed into Jeff’s bed. He enfolded Jeff in his arms, pressing his cheek against the top of Jeff’s head.
“How are you holding up?”
Nate’s arms brought as much comfort as hearing his voice, and some of Jeff’s tension visibly lessened.
“Honestly, I’ve been better. How is this even happening?”
Nate pulled back, but not before kissing Jeff’s forehead. Jeff glanced at Barrett, and his face reddened with embarrassment from Nate’s open show of affection.
Nate said, “Jeff, this is retired Col. Barrett Oswald, a former JAG lawyer. He’s representing you. He’s also one of us.”
Jeff’s eyes widened, but keeping protocol, he said, “Thank you, Sir.”
Barrett shook his hand and said, “In private, call me Barrett. When we’re in court, we’ll use formal means of address. Other than the restraints, have you been mistreated?”
“No, except the food here is rancid. Nate, how did you pull this off?”
“I called Brady, and Barrett was here this morning. I picked him up from the Atlanta airport.”
Barrett’s phone dinged with a notification, and he moved away to read his message.
Nate lowered his voice and said, “Jesus, Jeff. Jess is saying you tried to kill her and some guy when you found out they’re having an affair. How does she think that can hold up in court?”
“I told her she didn’t have to let the world know I like men, to save her any embarrassment. She must really be sleeping with this guy, but there has to be more to it.”
Barrett came to the bed grinning, “We have a few more guys inbound to help. Nate, you know them, and they’re en route to your house. Jeff, any evidence the Prosecutor has must be shared with me so I can build your case. I haven’t seen anything yet, other than the initial charges. I should have everything by tomorrow, and we can find out the true intention behind the allegations.”
Dr. Patel knocked on the door as he opened it, and in his heavy accent said, “Mr. Edwards, how is your headache? Any better?”
“Yeah, doc. My head still hurts, but not like it was. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Twenty-four hours is standard for observation with a concussion. I will release you tomorrow morning, provided no complications arise overnight, and you will need to come back in one week to have the stitches removed.”
“Thanks, doc.”
In his lawyer’s voice, Barrett said, “Doctor, I’m going to need digital copies of the X-Rays and Jeff’s full medical report for evidence. My client will provide any waivers necessary to disclose his records to me.”
Turning to Nate, Barrett said, “I need to run to the courthouse to file some paperwork. I’ll have Jeff put into my custody until the trial, so he can stay at your place. I should rent a car and find a nearby hotel.”
Nate said, “Why don’t you stay at my place? I have plenty of room, and my Wi-Fi is way better. The views are better, too.” He winked at the reference to the views.
Barrett grinned, saying, “As long as it’s no imposition.”
Nate responded, saying, “I wouldn’t have offered if it was.”
The last thing Barrett did was take detailed close-up pictures of Jeff’s hands at different angles.
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Nate chauffeured Barrett to the courthouse and then to a rental car agency. When they got back to Nate’s place, there were two trucks Nate recognized in his driveway. Even though he was worried about Jeff, he grinned.
Burt and Eric, both shirtless, came out the door to greet Nate in a big bear hug. Their hard, warm bodies gave him comfort, and also a clearly visible hard-on. Barrett walked over and shook their hands in greeting, saying, “Hi fella’s. Thanks for coming so quickly.”
Burt said, “Good to see you, Barry. I see you still clean up nice.”
Barrett chuckled and said, “Yeah, when I have to. Let me go in and get more comfortable. I feel overdressed.”
Eric whistled, “Damn, you still fill out that uniform well.”
Barrett flexed a bicep and said, “I try.”
Eric said, “Nate, I need to borrow some space in your shop.”
“Whatever you need. I have the shop-vac hooked up if you need to clear any sawdust from the bench.”
Eric’s arms, shoulders, and back bulged as he picked up a small crate from his truck bed and hoisted it over his shoulder. Nate wondered what in the world he had brought.
As he admired Eric from behind, Burt put a hand on Nate’s shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze.
“I’m surprised you finally got caught, Nate. I’m happy for you, brother. I can’t wait to meet the man that’s lucky enough land you.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“It is to us. Some of us have worried about you, brother. Don’t fret over this mess, Barry’ll settle whatever shit’s going on here, especially with our help.”
Nate shucked his shirt, put on some shorts, and was in the kitchen when Barrett came out of his guest room. Even though Nate had seen Barrett’s body in uniform, he was still shocked at his physique when he came out wearing only a pair of camo boxers.
Fuck, his muscles have muscles. And Jesus, he’s got a damn python between his legs!
Marc and Burt chuckled at Nate’s reaction. Barrett walked up and said, “Let me give you a proper greeting” as he wrapped Nate in his arms, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Mmmm, you feel good, Nate. Thanks for your hospitality.”
“You feel damn good yourself. I need to get some dinner started. After we eat, we can have a bonfire out back.”
Barrett leaned against the countertop and crossed his arms over his big chest, pushing his pecs together, and said, “You have a nice place here. I’m jealous. I still live in Langley to do contract work, but when I finally give that up, this is exactly the kind of place I want. My own little slice of heaven.”
Barrett sat at the kitchen table, working on his laptop, making notes. Marc and Burt stayed in the shed. When dinner was ready, they came in, fairly sweaty from the heat, and the four big men sat down to a huge meal. Nate’s buddies kept the conversation light at first, trying to make Nate laugh.
After, they all helped clear plates and clean up, and by then it was dark out, and Nate started a fire. The night was beautifully peaceful, filled with fireflies. Tree frogs and cicadas sounded loud in the darkness beyond the firelight. In the chill of the evening, the warmth of the fire felt good on their bare skin. Like all men, they put in sticks and poked the fire. Sometimes the conversation lapsed as each of them relaxed in their friendship, not needing to say anything. Then one of them would fart, or crack a joke, or get up to piss or grab another beer.
When it got late, Marc stood and moved behind Nate to massage his heavy shoulders.
“Would you like to sleep with us tonight? I know you’re worried about Jeff, and we wish he were here with us. Dropping a few loads might help you relax.”
Burt said, “You aren’t cheating on, Jeff. It’s just buddies having fun and getting each other off. Like camp.”
Barrett said, “Fuck I can’t wait to visit that place. Until then, you guys can do whatever you want with me tonight. I’m all yours.”
Barrett stood up and shucked off his shorts to stand naked in the firelight. The flickering light made his physique look even more magnificent, and his cock hung heavy between his legs. He stretched, flexing his entire body, and started to get hard.
As he turned to go into the house, he said, “I haven’t been fucked in forever. Just saying.”
Nate, Burt, and Marc looked at each other like little kids in a candy store, and all at once they dropped their pants and ran like little boys after the stud Marine that just offered up his ass.
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Nate woke up in a pile of muscle. Inhaling deeply, the room reeked of cum and stale sweat, and he smiled as he stretched. His movement woke Barrett, who rolled over. Barrett’s muscular body, which Nate was now intimately familiar with, was breathtaking. Reaching over, Nate rubbed his hand through Barrett’s chest hair and then down his treasure trail to his morning wood. Wrapping his hand around it, he gave it a few strokes.
“Good morning. How do you feel this morning?”
Barrett chuckled and said, “Like a man who was well and truly fucked all night. Christ, I think my prostate’s on life support.”
Leaning over, Nate kissed him and then nibbled down his neck to his nipples. Nate discovered Barrett’s nipple fetish by accident and exploited it to the fullest. Hardening his tongue, he took one nipple into his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue over the hardened nub, while using his fingertip on the other. If Barrett’s sharp intake of breath wasn’t enough to let him know Nate hit the right spot, his cock doing handsprings did. Barrett’s cock jumped, smacking against his hard stomach. The precum, which started almost immediately, splattered across his stomach fur with an audible splat.
Burt and Marc still slept, worn out by the sex of the previous night, but Nate and Barrett were early risers.
Smiling at them, Nate told Barrett, “They don’t know what they're missing by sleeping in. The early bird catches the worm,” just before he took the head of Barrett’s straining cock into his mouth. Barrett’s cock was like his body, hard to the touch over soft skin. Fully erect, his cock was nearly eight inches and thick enough that Nate’s fingers didn’t fully wrap around it.
One thing Nate loved about the camp’s dynamic was that when the uniforms and ranks were stripped away, when men were naked together, they became uninhibited and felt free to be who they were. In that moment, Barrett wasn’t a Colonel or a JAG Defense Lawyer; he was an incredible man, a Marine brother, who was getting his cock sucked. Emotions still ran deep, and their genuine love for one another as men and brothers was fully present. Nate loved the men with him, but he wasn’t in love with them.
Except for Jeff. I’m in love with that handsome fucker. God, I hope this is going to turn out all right.
Pushing Barrett’s buttons, especially when he started with morning wood, didn’t allow him to last long. Nate tried to draw his pleasure out as long as he could, but after a few minutes, Barrett filled his mouth.
Nate continued sucking until Barrett lost most of his rigidity and with a final ‘pop’ he pulled off Barrett’s impressive cock. Grinning he said, “I hope that makes up for at least some of last night. Sorry if I got a little rough.”
Barrett sighed and winked, “It was perfect, Nate. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate staying here with you and these guys. I don’t often get the chance to cut loose like this. I have to be extremely careful and keep this side of my life on the down low.”
Nate felt genuinely sad for his brother and said, “I’m sorry.”
Barrett said, “It’s worth it. I get to help service men from being wrongfully accused or jailed. Some of them are bad apples, and I also enjoy putting them away to keep others safe, but helping our guys, like Jeff, makes it worth it. But when I fully retire, and I don’t have to worry about it, I’ll make up for lost time.”
Nate smiled and patted Barrett’s rock-hard chest, “I hope you’ll let us help with that.”
“You can help right now. Bring that cock over here and let me return the favor.”
Barrett did return the favor and sucked the cock that had plowed his ass more than a few times the previous night. They both worked up a sweat with their activities, and their bodies glowed in the bright morning sun shining through the window. After Nate came, Barrett pulled Nate against him and they lay still for a few minutes, their hands appreciatively roaming over each other’s bodies. After a while, Barrett said, “Let’s shower quick. I need to check my email and see if Jeff’s lawyer has sent anything.”
With a serious expression, Nate asked, “So, how is this going to work? What evidence do we have, other than Jeff’s word, that he didn’t do it? It’s his word against theirs, and there’s two of them.”
“True, but there’s forensic evidence. I took some high-resolution pictures of Jeff’s hands and got his X-rays from the hospital. I have a team in Langley who can analyze them. Also, these two lazy bums, if they ever wake up, have some work to do. I’m counting on them more than anything.”
Marc murmured, “I’m not lazy, I’m just perving on you two sucking each other off. When’s my turn?”
Nate poked Burt awake, and when he sleepily opened his eyes, Nate pointed to Marc’s erection. “Get to work. Me and Barrett are gonna shower, and I’ll get some breakfast started. Shit, shower, shine, and shave, men. You know the drill.”
Barrett said, “By the way, after last night, call me Barry. Once you’ve had your dick in my ass, formalities are off.”
Nate put an arm around Barry’s waist in a side hug and kissed the big ball of his shoulder with a smile before leading them to the bathroom. After breakfast, all four men went in separate directions. Nate went to the hospital to pick up Jeff.
<><>
When Nate arrived at Jeff’s room, the deputies stood outside the door with the door shut.
“I’m here on behalf of Col. Oswald to pick up Sgt. Edwards.”
“Dr. Patel hasn’t released him yet.”
“Then I’ll go in and sit with him while we wait.”
“No one but Dr. Patel and the hospital staff are allowed in.”
“So I’m allowed to take him home, but I’m not allowed to talk to him? Whose dumbass Barney Fife brainchild idea is that?”
Nate could tell by the way Deputy Hicks reacted that it was his.
“May I remind you, while I’m not a lawyer, that Jeff Edwards is a decorated Marine. His alleged ‘attempted murder’ charge was made by his cheating wife and her new side piece. There’s no evidence other than their word. You already seem to have made up your mind that he’s guilty. If you can’t be impartial, I’ll call Col. Oswald and have him call the Judge and ask that you be replaced.”
The other deputy pulled Hicks aside and spoke to him quietly enough that Nate couldn’t hear what they said, but when he came back, Deputy Hicks said, “You can go in.”
Jeff’s room was dim without the overhead light on, but Nate clearly saw that Jeff didn’t look good. Moving to Jeff’s bedside, Nate took his hands, “Hey, handsome. How are you?”
Jeff had dark circles under his eyes, and Nate knew he hadn’t slept, or if he did, he had nightmares.
In a flat tone, Jeff said, “I’m alright.”
“Don’t fuck with me. Did something set you off? Nightmares?”
“Both. I don’t like hospitals, but this whole thing, the gunshot ringing in my head… brought back a few things.”
“Fuck, Jeff. I’m sorry. As soon as you’re released, we’ll get you outta here. Barry has a whole team in Langley, plus a few other guys staying at my place who are all over this.”
“Barry?”
Nate leaned over and whispered, “Well, last night I had my dick in his ass, so this morning he told me I could call him Barry.”
Jeff’s eyes widened, and then he burst out laughing, “Are you shitting me?”
With a wink, Nate said, “Nope. Me, Barry, Marc, and Burt blew off some steam last night and all slept in my bed. I wished more than anything you were with us.”
Sheepishly, Jeff said, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”
Nate chastised himself for not thinking of that and said, “Whatever you are ready for is waiting when we get home. At the least I want to get you in the shower, and then we can drain each other’s balls a few times. Then we can eat, unless you need to eat first to get your strength up.”
Jeff was speechless, and his eyes teared up. Nate brushed Jeff’s short hair back off his forehead and gently asked, “I’m sorry, Jeff. I know this is all new to you. I want it to not be new for you so bad. I want it to be a part of our everyday life together. Will you move in with me? So we can be together?”
Jeff whispered, “I want that more than anything.”
“Okay, then, at least that’s settled. I hope Dr. Patel gets a move on. I want to get you out of here as bad as you want to leave.”
<><>
As with all hospitals, it took hours longer than anticipated for the paperwork to process, but by lunch Nate pulled up to his house with Jeff. Nate saw some of Jeff’s tension dissipate as soon as he was out of the hospital, but even more when they pulled up to the house.
As important as the lawsuit was, it seemed to be the least of Jeff’s immediate and emotional concerns.
“Do you want to take a shower first? Or get something to eat? You gotta be starving.”
The thought of food brought out a cavernous rumble in Jeff’s stomach, and Nate chuckled.
“Okay, lunch it is.”
Jeff said, “While you’re in the kitchen I’m going to step outside for a few minutes. I need some sun and fresh air.”
“You alright?”
“Yeah, thanks. Being cooped up and strapped to that bed… I just want to be outside in the sun. Holler when it’s ready.”
Nate wanted to know what was going on in Jeff’s head. He needed to know whether Jeff was really okay or masking. He wished he knew Jeff better so he could get a read on him. A few minutes later, he saw Jeff across the street, shirtless, doing chin-ups on the tree branch, and he understood.
Nate took his time making lunch to give Jeff time to decompress. By the time he called out, “Lunch is ready!” Jeff had worked up quite a sweat in the hot sun. He also looked hot as hell with a pump. When he came in, he looked chagrinned and said, “Sorry, I’m a bit messy.”
“Messy is not the word I was thinking of. Hot as hell, maybe. Handsome fucker works too. I’ll have everything on the table in a sec.”
Jeff blushed as he sat, and Nate watched him, observing every detail about the man he was infatuated with. Grabbing a large dishtowel, he moved behind Jeff and said, “Let me clean you up some. Just relax.”
Nate wiped Jeff’s upper body, relishing the feel of his solidity, even under the towel. He did it gently, even sensually. The last thing he did was lift Jeff’s chin up to tilt his head back so he could look into his eyes. Nate smiled, wiped Jeff’s face, and then leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. Once again, Jeff teared up slightly.
Without being prompted, Jeff took one of Nate’s hands and squeezed it as he said, “Thanks. I… I’m sorry. I’m not used to anyone caring for me. I’m grateful, Nate, for everything you’ve shown me and continue to do for me. I feel like I don’t bring anything to the table. Once all this is over, assuming I’m not in jail, I want to get a job and contribute financially. I also want to learn more about being with you, so I can make you feel good.”
Nate winked and said, “What? You don’t want a Sugar Daddy?”
Jeff laughed and said, “That would make me a Sugar Baby, and I don’t think I’m okay with that. Now, ‘Fuck Toy’ I can do. Once I learn how to do that.”
Staring at Jeff’s unbelievably handsome face, Nate said, “You have no idea what you bring to the table, Jeff, which is why I’m even more attracted to you. It’s not just your body or your face, although those don’t hurt. The more I get to know you, the more I want to know you. I’ve caught glimpses of the man you are, and you’re what I’ve been saving myself for. I just hope you feel the same way. I don’t want to rush you, so let me know if I am, and I’ll slow down. I just want what’s best for you, and I hope I’m a big part of that.”
Jeff’s stomach rumbled again, and they laughed. Trying to make light of the situation, Jeff joked, “Well, your cooking skills are on point, and I like to eat, so we’re off to a good start. You’re also the best man I’ve ever slept with.”
Nate smirked and retorted, “I’m the only man you’ve slept with.”
Jeff melted Nate’s heart a little more when he said, “Yeah, and I think I want to keep it that way, at least for a while. After we eat, I want to love on you. Eventually, I’ll want to sleep with the other guys here. That’s going to be new to me, and it’s exciting to think about, but with you it’s different, Nate. With you, it’s special and not just sex. I’m not sure if I said that very well, but I hope you know what I mean.”
“I do. Now eat, so we can get down to business.”
Jeff was so hungry that Nate made him two more sandwiches, and he drank two more beers. When he finished, Nate put the dishes in the sink and then pulled Jeff down the hallway to the bathroom. After turning on the hot water, he undid Jeff’s pants, letting them fall around his ankles. He was already hard, and when he pulled his feet out of his jeans, his cock bounced.
Unable to wait, Nate dropped to his knees so he was at eye level with Jeff’s erection. He stared at its beauty, perfect to him in every way. Its thickness, shape, and the cut head, already leaking, was intoxicating. With all the dicks Nate had sucked in his adult life, Jeff’s was the most perfect to him. Cupping Jeff’s balls with one hand, he firmly grasped the base of his shaft with the other, and started working his way up the shaft, alternating gentle caresses with his tongue and light kisses. Glancing up, Jeff’s eyes were tightly closed, and his mouth was open. His body flushed, and he felt hot. The anticipation was almost more than he could take, and as soon as Nate took the head into his mouth, on the first swirl of his tongue, Jeff’s entire body tightened in reaction, and his load filled Nate’s mouth.
Jeff’s virility, his scent, and the heat emanating off his body went straight to Nate’s dick. Being with Jeff caused a sexual excitement Nate had never felt with another man, and it seemed like he was a virgin again, experiencing everything for the first time. Similar to when he surprised Jeff in the shed, his urgency couldn’t be denied, and he stood up and pressed their dicks together. Jeff’s cockhead still pulsed, dribbling out the last of his load, which Nate used as lube. Pressing and grinding their cocks together, Nate shot off in seconds. Jeff’s arms wrapped around Nate, holding him up as his knees almost buckled. The feel of Nate’s nakedness against his own flipped Jeff’s trigger again, and he came again. The exertion caused them both to sweat, and neither man wanted to separate. By the time they did, the bathroom had filled with steam.
When Nate could talk, he said, “No one has ever done to me what you do. I love you, Jeff. This isn’t lust talking. This feels different.”
Jeff adjusted the water temperature so they wouldn’t get scalded, and they stepped under the water together. Following the same ritual as before, they soaped each other up, washing each other, unable to get enough of touching each other. When they were clean, they toweled off and went naked to Jeff’s bed. The sheets still smelled of cum and sweat from the night before, and Nate said, “Sorry, let me change the sheets quick.”
“No. I like it, and your smell is in here with the other guys. Let’s just hold each other for a while. Is that okay?”
For the next few hours, they cuddled each other, hands roaming and exploring, while they talked and shared more about each other, learning about each other. The spell they wove shattered with the sound of Barry coming through the door, and they wondered what he found out about the case and what came next.
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