Chapter 29: A Special Send Off
I heard Corey’s gentle baritone, “Hey Pup, you up?” I mean I was technically awake - well, mainly because I hadn’t been able to sleep all night. I rolled over in his arms and gave him an almost morning breath kiss. In my book, 4:00 a.m. is still nighttime.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, “Just waiting for your alarm to go off. I’m not sure I really ever got to sleep last night.”
Corey chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, you slept. I had to give you a nudge to stop your snoring.” He playfully poked my ribs.
I scoffed, only half-amused. “Corey, I’ve told you before, I don’t snore, it’s more like a purr. There’s a difference.”
His eyes danced, and before I knew it, he launched into a surprise tickle attack. In seconds, the uneasy mix of dread and excitement simmering inside me dissolved into a fit of laughter. Still smiling, we jumped into the shower, letting the warm water and a slow, sensual make-out session, ease us into our long day. No conditioner fun this morning - my body and brain didn’t want that kind of stimulation right now. But Corey’s muscled arms and the press of his hard furry chest against my back was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Chris and Ted had made sure that we wouldn’t start our new adventure on empty stomachs. They dropped off another La Madeleine care package last night while wishing us a safe trip and giving us their goodbye hugs. As they left, they promised that the attorneys would have plenty of news for us when we met them on Sunday.
Showered and dressed, we reheated our little French feast while brewing coffee. I made a lame joke that half of France must’ve just winced in unison at the sound of us crassly microwaving the food of their people. “Sacre Bleu!” indeed.
We’d packed efficiently - just two medium suitcases tucked neatly into the Bronco’s cargo area and two dress shirts and jackets hanging from hooks on the sides. As we waited for the garage door to rise, I had my typical inner monologue moment and felt foolishly sentimental: this was my Bronco’s last night beside his Mustang Mach E stablemate. I had no idea what my father had planned for my boy, but I hoped my trusted steed would eventually find a wonderful forever home.
We pulled out of the driveway at 5:00 am sharp. Corey, satisfied with our on-time departure, was happy to be our dedicated navigator until Little Rock. We began our epic voyage by heading toward University Drive. From there, we’d turn north and slip down the hill, over the river, and continue on to interstate 30.
The sky was still dark; the city was still asleep. My grandpa’s “start of a long journey” mantra whispered through my mind: “Sit down, shut up, here we go!”
****
We’d barely crossed the Trinity River - just a few blocks shy of the freeway entrance ramp - when I regretted ever mocking the French. A sickening feeling of déjà vu washed over me as I caught sight of flashing red and blue lights in my rearview mirror. I couldn’t believe it! That’s twice now in my short Texas driving career. If this pace keeps up, there’s no way they’ll ever let me have a Texas driver’s license.
Unlike my first episode, I somehow knew the lights were meant for me. I guided the Bronco into the empty Ol’ South Pancake House parking lot, shooting Corey a helpless, wide-eyed look. Corey’s expression wasn’t any help. His face mirrored my confusion, but he quickly tried to reassure me. “Ollie, I swear Dad called Alex last night to let him know we’d be leaving at 5:00 this morning to return your Bronco. He made sure no one still had the vehicle flagged as stolen - anywhere between here and Michigan. I have no idea what this is about.”
I glanced at my driver’s side mirror to see the officer already heading toward my door. My stomach twisted as I rolled the window down. Corey reached over, took my clammy hand, and pressed a gentle kiss against it. His quiet show of solidarity steadied my nerves, reminding me I wasn’t facing whatever happened next alone this time.
I looked out my window and instantly recognized the serious face leaning toward me. A big grin took over my own as I heard, “Good morning, son. I received a reliable tip that a known, curly blond-haired felon, was planning to flee the state with stolen property this morning.” Seeing a friendly face more than made up for the little scare, and I nearly let my first tear of the trip slip out.
He stayed in character for just a moment longer, “Please step out of the car…” before breaking out in a big smile that matched mine. “…so I can give my favorite car thief a good luck hug.”
My seatbelt was off in a heartbeat, and I jumped out to meet Officer Kevin Barrett’s open arms. He pulled me into a bear hug that filled me with genuine warmth. “Ollie, Captain Williams told me at the start of my patrol last night that you’d be heading out early this morning to surrender your Bronco. I figured a show of support might help get you started on the right foot.”
I laughed, my mood instantly brighter. “Thanks, Officer Barrett. But we might need to swing back by the house for an extra change of underwear after that stunt!”
Kevin cuffed my shoulder and let out a sincere belly laugh. I caught some motion to my right. By the time I turned, Corey had already circled around the front of Bronco to join us, pulling Kevin into a hug as well. “Ha ha, very funny, Officer Kevin. But truly, it’s great to see you again. I just want to thank you once more for everything you did for Ollie. You’re a good guy, and we’d love to have you and your…”
Kevin caught the hint and supplied, “Wife.”
Corey managed not to blink at that revelation. “…over to the pool this summer as often as y’all would like. We owe you a lot, and it’d be great to get to know you both better.”
Kevin noticed Corey’s minor stumble and jumped right in. “Hey, you don’t have to be gay to fall in love with Ollie. He’s one of a kind. And Anna would love to meet both of you. Besides, the Captain can’t stop bragging about your pool.”
“Uh, Kevin,” Corey said, chuckling softly, “Alex has only seen my Dad’s pool, not ours. But I swear, we can host a fun afternoon pool party at our place too.”
We all shared a semi-awkward laugh as Corey and Kevin exchanged numbers.
Kevin plowed through the situation, driving his final point home. “Ollie, I’m not the only one who wanted to see you off. I’m just the one crazy enough to hide and wait until you rolled by. Officer Calhoon and everyone else who’s heard your story are all on your side. I’m pretty sure we could rustle up a decent cavalcade and head up to Michigan to help convince your father that the Bronco belongs with you.”
I smiled, genuinely touched. “I appreciate that Kevin, but I think I need to handle this on my own.” Realizing my small misstep, I quickly added, “I mean, Corey is definitely all the backup I need. Sir!”
I pulled Kevin into a final hug and asked him to pass it along. He let out another laugh. “You’re pushing your luck, son. Not all big, burly officers are as cuddly as I am - but believe me, we’ll all be thinking about you.” He shot Corey a knowing look. “Take care of our boy, buddy.” He gave us a polite parting salute before returning to his car. As he walked, he delivered his final words over his shoulder, “And you take care of him too, Ollie! Y’all are an amazing team.”
Corey and I just stood there, a little stunned at this unexpected show of support. After a moment, we shared a reassuring hug of our own before climbing back into the Bronco. As we merged onto the freeway and headed east, I smiled to myself and couldn’t help thinking that my father had absolutely no idea who he was meeting on Sunday.
Chapter 30: Corey’s Nightmare
We rode along mostly in silence as we slipped out of Ft. Worth, sped through Arlington’s concrete canyon, and even cleared Big D’s downtown “horse shoe.” All before the Friday morning rush had a chance to slow our progress. The plan was for Corey to take a nap early in the morning while I drove, so I could take mine in the early afternoon after we had lunch in Little Rock.
Corey had just about dozed off when I couldn’t resist waking him, if only for a moment. “My wolf, I’m sorry, but we’re in Rockwall. Look! See that Walmart on the right and the Buc-ee’s up ahead on the left? That’s where I slept and got ready for the morning of our test!”
I wasn’t thrilled with Corey’s less-than-enthusiastic response to my impromptu travelogue. He mumbled a way too casual, “That’s cool pup,” before rolling over in his reclined seat and drifting right back into slumber. I swallowed my disappointment and started toggling between the 80’s on 8 and the 90’s on 9, trying to find a song to comfort me, as we made our way east under a crystal-clear Texas morning sky.
I looked over at my sleeping wolf and consoled myself by thinking that, hey, at least once, in a very bass-ackwards way, I was able to have my boyfriend sleep over at my place. Well, if you can call a Bronco in a parking lot an official address. I finally just smiled and got over it.
My sleeping Norse God made it all the way to Mount Pleasant before rejoining me in our journey. But, he awoke with a jolt. He looked panicked, like he’d just surfaced from a bad dream. I watched him force a few steady breaths, trying to calm himself enough to speak. “Ollie! Damn… can we make a quick stop? I need to walk this off.”
My concern flared instantly. “Are you okay?”
He shook his head slightly, still gathering himself. “Just give me a minute or two.”
I eased the Bronco off I-30 and pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot, rolling to a stop. I turned to him, worried and waiting.
Corey’s still startled expression morphed into genuine remorse. “Ollie, I’m so sorry I blew off your comments about the Walmart parking lot and Buc-ee’s. I was groggy, but that’s no excuse.” He looked me straight in the eye, his apology as real as the long road still looming ahead of us.
I saw his face darken, I think he was on the verge of tears, and I felt my chest constrict. Before I could say anything, he spoke, his voice shaky but determined. “Ollie, remember that thought you shared right before we fell asleep - the night after the dads told us to find our song? You were worried you might wake up alone again in some Walmart parking lot.”
He took a trembling breath. “Well, karma just gave me a swift kick in the balls. Pup, in my dream, you had disappeared, and I had to search for you. And… well, I found you, um, dead in your Bronco, from a gunshot wound. All because I couldn’t get you to trust me. You refused the dads’ offer to stay with them. Fuck.” He let his tears flow, no longer trying to hold them back.
Oh, my lurd! I understood, and pulled him into my arms. “Corey, my love, it’s okay.” I tried to calm him, “That didn’t happen. I did trust you, remember? We had an amazing weekend getting to explore each other. And now here we are, together on a new journey, both of us safe.” I tightened my embrace, feeling him gradually shake off the nightmare and return to the reality of the moment.
I could see Corey’s face flushing with embarrassment, so I offered him a reassuring grin. “It’s okay, my wolf.” Now it was my line, “No more ‘Twilight Zone’ for you!” I smirked, “Or maybe just no more blowing me off when I share my important places with you.” I raised an eyebrow, but my tone stayed caring. “Listen, no matter how much magic you’ve planned into this trip, it’s still going to be the most stressful thing we’ve done as a couple. Heck, we might even have an argument, heaven forbid.” I chuckled softly, hoping to lighten the mood. “But like Officer Kevin said, we are an amazing team.”
This time, I was the one cupping his bearded cheek, comforting him. “So, what’s it gonna be? A quick bathroom break and a couple of coffees, or do I need to drive all the way back to Rockwall so you can give my tour guide commentary all the respect it deserves?”
Corey finally managed a genuine chuckle and a tentative smile. We settled on kisses and McCafés.
Chapter 31: Rhyme Tyme
We’d been on the road for over 5 hours now - if you count Officer Kevin’s surprise cameo and our quick McDonald’s stop. Maybe it was the monotony of the highway or the lingering adrenaline from the early-morning police send off, but we were both getting a little punchy. The long drive out of Texas seems like it takes freaking forever and honestly, the countryside isn’t all that pretty or interesting until you finally get close to Texarkana. Still, we were making decent time, cruising through the forests of southwestern Arkansas, in the middle of nowhere, about an hour away from our Little Rock lunch date.
Already tired of our two overplayed Sirius/XM channels, we decided to branch out into ’80s alternative on First Wave. I recognized a few songs until the most bizarre track I’d ever heard started up with a simplistic, nearly juvenile, synth line and a hokey, repetitive drum machine beat. The lyrics were all just rhyming couplets, each one more outrageously misogynistic than the last.
I couldn’t hide my shock and disbelief, which only made Corey light up. “Ollie! You’ve never heard ‘88 Lines About 44 Women’? It’s a classic! My friends and I spent way too many high-school study halls making up our own lines. I guess we treated it like a teenage boy’s rite of passage.”
“Are you kidding? My father would have blown a gasket if he heard a song with a line like Jean thought guys weren’t as fun as masturbating in the tub.” Corey grinned and corrected me, “That’s ‘Joan.’” I rolled my eyes, but I still let a little giggle slip through.
I should have known Corey couldn’t just let it drop. I saw the hamster wheel spinning in his head. Sure enough, after a few miles, he shot me a smug smirk and delivered:
“Ollie was a lone lost pup; his bladder made him sad. Corey was his big Norse God who brought him home to his new dads.”
I groaned but couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across my face. “Please, my Norse God, let’s stop while you’re ahead.” Yeah, I knew it was a futile request.
Yep, absolutely futile. A few miles later: “Corey loves his Ollie’s curls. This pup’s blond hair could charm the world.”
“How are you even doing that? And, oh, ‘curls’ and ‘world’ barely rhyme.”
Corey smirked, “Hey, it was either that or ‘girls’.” I flashed him a sign of capitulation.
Two miles later, lurd, they’re coming faster now. “Wait, this one’s perfect: ‘Corey begged: no bad lube today. Ollie blushed and turned away’.”
“Okay! One more, and I’m turning this car around right now and dropping you off at your Dad’s house for grounding.”
Corey grinned. “Last one, I promise. ‘Corey met his Ollie in the very strangest way. And Ollie stole his heart away on that very day’.”
I couldn’t help but beam at that one. “Sweet. But now you’re squeezing way too many syllables in. That totally breaks the song’s rules. But, love you too my wolf.”
Of course he was unstoppable by this point. Not even two miles later, he delivered his magnum opus: “We’ve traveled far and our love’s on high. With dreams of purple frogs and Texas skies.”
I groaned dramatically and silently prayed for any earworm to rescue me. The XM gods apparently heard my plea, and the unmistakable synth line of “doot doot deet deet doot doot da de da deet” filled the car. Corey and I instantly abandoned the pursuit of bad rhymes for the sheer joy of chanting, “S-s-s-s, A-a-a-a, F-f-f-f, E-e-e-e…” We happily left our non-dancing friends, the real world, and any lingering tension, far behind.
Chapter 32: Are We There Yet?
We were both getting pretty hungry as we rolled into Little Rock, and stretching our legs sounded like heaven. Corey broke the silence first. “Pup, I swear this road trip seemed way more fun in my head when I was planning it.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. That sounded suspiciously like my Corey’s version of “Are we there yet?” I kept that thought to myself.
“Corey, we just haven’t made it to the fun parts yet. By the way, have you picked out a place for lunch?”
“Sure have!” Corey replied brightly, “But if you hate it, don’t worry, it looks like we’ve got plenty of options.”
We exited onto the frontage road, and turned under the freeway on 4th Street then headed toward the river on Cumberland. Corey read off his prepared list of restaurant choices as we passed through downtown. He’d originally pitched a place called the Copper Grill, but it looked a bit too upscale for my mood. I made a command decision and decided on Dizzy’s Gypsy Bistro - a lot more approachable, and as it turned out, a perfect choice. The meal was fantastic.
After lunch, Corey led me back to the Bronco. To my surprise, he reached behind the passenger seat and pulled out a football. I blinked, caught off-guard. “Corey! What’s going on?”
He flashed a goofy grin. “I figured we could get some exercise in and let you show off those mad football skills of yours. The riverfront’s only a couple blocks away.” He nodded a direction over his shoulder.
We indulged in an intense thirty minutes of tossing the ball around the park by the beautiful Arkansas River, working out some of our road-trip stiffness. Corey handled the ball better than I expected. I’ve missed throwing a football and I couldn’t help feeling touched by his thoughtful gesture. It was so simple, yet so perfect for clearing our heads and reconnecting before hitting the road again.
As we settled back into the Bronco, flushed and laughing, I realized we were adding a new layer of memories to its interior. Our post exercise musk mixing with, and adding to, the scent of its leather. I couldn’t help but wonder what my father would make of it all when he finally regained custody.
****
Corey took the driver’s seat as we headed out on I-40 toward Memphis. Dang! It felt totally wrong being in my Bronco’s passenger seat. But also oddly special, like I was sharing my trusted steed with his new dad, if only for a day or two. I pushed that bad thought aside as I snuggled in for a nap on our 6-hour journey across I-40 and then up I-55. I just hoped I would have better dreams than Corey had.
As it turns out, you actually need to fall asleep before worrying about your dreams. By the time we’d reached Forest City, I finally gave up trying. It was kind of a good thing. From my lone drive down this way a few months ago, I knew this is where the pretty scenery ended and the broad, flat and featureless Mississippi river basin started. I just couldn’t let Corey suffer through that dull stretch alone.
I decided to break the silence. “You know you should be honored, right?”
Corey glanced my way with a curious grin. “Why, pup? Wait, don’t tell me - I’m the first person besides you to drive your Bronco?”
“Got it in one, my man. And honestly, I love seeing you drive him. It’s the best I can do after you let me live in your house.” I was sincere and just letting Corey know how much I appreciated him, but I don’t think he took it the way I intended.
His smile slipped into something more serious. “Ollie, please don’t ever say that again, okay?”
I tilted my head, confused. “Wait, what?”
He gave me a gentle, loving look. “Pup, it’s not my house anymore. It’s our house. For as long as you want it to be.”
My heart soared. As we continued our journey, I couldn’t hide my joy, and Corey’s soft smile told me he felt it too.
****
The rest of the undeniably boring stretch flew by faster than I could’ve imagined. Believe me, you really should try sharing a ride with a 29-year-old man who can still channel his inner high school class clown. We invented ridiculous backstories for every annoying driver on the road, and he coaxed me into a rapid-fire round of weird favorites (and even weirder least favorites). I scored a victory by declaring Corey’s scent to be my all-time top favorite.
Next, we tried our own version of “Name That Tune,” which we failed at miserably. While we can both sing along just fine to songs on the radio, without actual music to guide us, our “doot doot dooting” attempts fell hilariously flat. But it didn’t matter. Corey was doing his job, keeping my mind off the real purpose of our journey.
Just as the St. Louis metro area was coming into range, Corey accidentally brought up the subject of mothers. I realized I’d barely mentioned mine, and I wasn’t even sure if his really existed. Unfortunately, the surge of traffic forced us to put that conversation on hold. We focused on wrangling our way through the stampede of cars, navigating our path toward the hotel, the topic of mothers left lingering for another day.
Chapter 33: Gateway Arch
My man picks nice hotels. Granted, I hadn’t traveled much beyond a few family trips, where Motel 6 and Days Inn were considered top-tier. Not that I’m trying to cut my father any slack for picking basic hotels, but my family mostly stayed local. The furthest we ever went might’ve been Cedar Point, which reminded me - Corey still owed me a visit to our own local Six Flags. Well, as soon as my concussion was completely gone.
All that to say, I was a bit overwhelmed as we checked into our “real” hotel, which, just as Corey had promised, was practically beneath the Gateway Arch. I’d never set foot in a place like this before. I couldn’t stop a quiet “Wow” from slipping out. He really had managed to make this trip feel like a genuine vacation, one unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Walking into our room only deepened that feeling, leaving me all deer-in-the-headlights and speechless.
Corey caught my incredulous look and grinned. “So, pup, is this the fun part now?”
I just nodded, setting my suitcase down and hurrying over to the window. The Arch was right there, it’s silver sides gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The room itself was gorgeous, but that view? That was the money shot. It was just before six o’clock and Corey stepped up behind me, slipping his arms around my waist and pressing me gently into his chest. With a playful flourish, he lifted his watch into view for both of us. Mere seconds before six, he simply said, “Watch this pup.”
From our vantage point, I could see straight through the Arch and across the river. Right as the clock struck six, a giant fountain burst skyward on the far shore, spraying a magnificent column of water for a full five minutes before retreating back into its circular pool. “Dang, my Wolf! How the heck did you time that so perfectly?” I asked, seriously impressed.
Corey chuckled; his arms still snug around me. “Actually, my Ollie, I kind of blew it. My little nightmare and our unexpected send-off from Officer Kevin put us just a little behind on our schedule. The real plan was to have you… shall we say, happily occupied in my arms at this exact moment, so that when the Gateway Geyser erupted, well, you’d be having your own little eruption too.”
I giggled, leaning into his chest. “We might’ve missed that special moment, but I’m still beyond impressed. When you plan, you really plan big.” Turning in his embrace, I gave him the kiss he’d more than earned, grateful for his thoughtfulness and creativity.
After narrowly missing his perfectly timed “fireworks” moment, Corey decided what we needed most was a relaxing shower before our 7:30 dinner reservation at an Italian spot just down the street. He began undressing me, and I tried to do the same for him - until he pulled one of my favorite tricks of his, trapping me in my shirt as he lifted it over my head. “Ollie,” he teased, “I was wrong about waiting. We can’t let this chance slip by. Your pits are absolutely on point, and while I wanted to save our first ‘real hotel experience’ - like you asked about - until after dinner… With your scent driving me wild, I just don’t think I can hold off.”
He pressed his nose and lips into my exposed pit, inhaling deeply and dragging his tongue in a slow, intoxicating line. I was instantly hard and ready to play after hours of being cooped up on the road. Still, I practiced patience, letting him indulge in my scent as I savored his attention. Once he finally freed me from my snare, I paid him back in kind, his end-of-day musk driving me just as wild as mine did him.
With both of us stripped down to our natural state, I started to head toward the king-sized bed. But Corey seductively caught my arm and pulled me into his embrace instead. “Oh no, pup,” he growled, his voice low and warm. “The bed’s for after dinner. Right now, that cozy club chair between the window and the TV has our names written all over it.” With a grin and a gentle nudge, he guided me toward our chosen playground for our pre-dinner performance.
I was a bit unsure, but Corey compensated by presenting his magically unpacked lube bottle and leading me to the waiting chair. He quickly turned it to face the view, then sat down with his commanding hardon pointing up to the Arch’s apex. He motioned me to stand between his legs, facing him as he popped the container’s top open and doused his fingers in the slippery liquid. He kissed me quickly, then motioned for me to spin around and lean onto the window sill as his slicked fingers found my exposed hole.
As always, he quickly had my complete attention, and my precum flowing. “Okay pup, kinda like we did in bed the other night when I rolled you over on top of me, just sit down on me and as soon as it feels right, lean back into me and let me start my part.” I understood what Corey wanted and followed his commands. My pent-up desire made his entry as easy as possible and suddenly, I was literally locked into his embrace as his strong arms held my back to his chest and his 8-inch key locked my hole into his lap. Tab A wasn’t going to leave Slot B until we were both satisfied.
My part in this new dance was all too obvious, I relaxed into him, slid slightly across his chest, and once again put my right arm around his neck. Us both being upright in the chair made our craved access easier and he even found a way to cup my exposed pit with his hand, allowing it, along with our faces, to form a private little bubble where we could both kiss and breathe in my testosterone-filled musk. It fueled us into a frenzy as he started pumping up into my hungry chute.
Sensing we were both getting close, Corey intentionally broke the spell by coaxing me to turn my head away from him and into the view outside our window. One of Corey’s hands found my nip and the other my loaded cock. I marveled at the Arch suspended above our window. As they say, “supported only by math.” I felt Corey’s release heat my guts and mere moments later, my eruption created our own private arch shooting through the room. Supported only by our desire and love. Dang, I’m always going to have a special place in my heart for St. Louis.
Chapter 34: Italian Dinner
After our shower, we wandered the few blocks to the restaurant in a blissful daze. I felt spellbound by Corey and the city’s nighttime energy. I’d never ventured much into Detroit, but now Corey’s obvious love for downtown life - this time in St. Louis - was rubbing off on me. Hand in hand, I gawked unabashedly at the sights, marveling at how different this trip felt compared to my solitary journey six months ago. My man really had managed to plan something truly special.
The restaurant welcomed us with a warmth and the comforting scent of simmering sauces, roasted garlic, and fresh bread. I’d always thought that Italian food was something we could easily whip up at home, but the restaurant’s menu shattered that notion. There was an entire universe of flavors and smells I’d never imagined. Once again, my wolf was expanding my horizons, showing me just how wide and wonderful the world could be.
Back in our hotel room, he expanded my sexual horizons as well. We took a little more time for foreplay this time. Experimenting with perfecting our 69-ing. Believe me, with Corey’s monster cock, I needed to be on top. But then, my almost as impressive dick threatened to suffocate him on bottom, so we wound up happily on our sides, each with a knee in the air, only taking what we could without choking.
Eventually, Corey’s fingers stormed the field of their favorite playground and once again, I was open and begging him to unite us as only he could. I needed his comfort in this still-stressful trip, so I rolled on to my stomach with my arms tucked under my chest as I raised my hips to present my intention to my wolf. He immediately straddled my thighs and slid his way up them until I felt him drizzle lube on my hole. Shortly after, his cock’s head was eagerly waiting at my once again furry entrance.
He teasingly pushed his head in and out of my hole, as if asking if I were still ready for another round. On his next entry, I answered by raising up and forcing him to go deep. After a few commanding strokes, he leaned his chest down to rest on my back as he started kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. I turned my head so that we could kiss as he simply and earnestly began humping into me.
It may have gone on for hours or maybe just a few minutes. Either way, we moved as one. No extravagant acrobatics, just full body contact - staying as connected as possible. And for the second time in a very few hours, I was lost in our bliss. Corey never even really faltered in his rhythm as he got close, I only knew he was about to breed me because I could feel his entire body tense until he finally humped as deep as possible and froze there, holding me tight through his release.
He eventually rose up from my back and gently rolled me over, immediately noticing that neither of us would be sleeping in a wet spot. His concern was jovial but genuine, “Pup! Am I losing my touch?”
“Absolutely not, I was in heaven the whole time. Your weight on top of me, making me feel all safe and loved? That’s all I could ever want, but I couldn’t get enough friction going to get me over the edge. I swear I’m good!”
Corey took that as a challenge, “No, no pup! Scoot over to the edge of the bed, pull those knees to your chest and let me take care of your sweet, over-loaded bottom.”
I did as I was instructed, and suddenly Corey was kneeling on the floor and repeating the act that had scared, well, the crap out of me just a few days ago. This time, there was no mood-killing hair conditioner to ruin our fantasy. Once again, this insanely nasty act worked its magic and my libido was at a 10, which I imagined Nurse Corey would categorize as “Boy-Batter Geyser Imminent”.
I started jacking my cock as Corey lapped his load out of my twice satisfied hole. His tongue was in perfect synchronicity with my strokes. Always wanting to go the extra mile, Corey reached a hand up to pinch a nipple and that’s all it took for my second load to arch through the room - our second tribute to the monument outside our window. He finished our dance by working his tongue up my body collecting and mixing our cum in his mouth until he shared our combined mix in our kiss. Fuck! So many new levels.
Chapter 35: Another Curly Haired Hero
Saturday morning arrived right on schedule and we were true to Corey’s itinerary. We blissfully slept in until, well, all of 7:00 a.m. Lol. It was entirely my fault. I’d insisted on leaving the curtains open so I could enjoy the Arch-lit view if I woke up during the night. But I totally misjudged my exhaustion; I was so tired - and satisfied - I don’t think I even rolled over during our contented slumber.
The sun’s rays, shining through the Arch and straight into our room, made sleeping in impossible. Then again, I couldn’t imagine a more incredibly beautiful alarm clock. After two amazing back-to-back rounds last night, we were perfectly content to just cuddle, tickle, kiss, and hold each other as the world woke up around us. Before things got too serious, we decided it was time to get dressed and hunt down some breakfast.
Fortunately, we didn’t have to forage too far. The hotel’s restaurant offered a feast that easily competed with anything we could prepare at home. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when Corey and I team up in the kitchen, but this was almost as good and we only had to leave a tip instead of washing the dishes on our own. I could definitely handle that.
We returned to our room to shower and started re-packing. Afterward, as promised, Corey guided us across the street to the Gateway Arch National Park and we began casually strolling around the amazing grounds and discussing the day’s much simpler itinerary. Indy wasn’t all that far away and we decided on an easy lunch in Terre Haute. We finally made our way to the Arch’s underground entrance and I realized I’d seen all seen it all before - at least on screen.
I glanced at my wolf grinning, “This might be a little ‘Y.A.’ for you, but did you watch the ‘Percy Jackson’ series on Disney Plus? This place is like, well, exactly where they were.”
Corey grinned, “Pup, you know that version’s Percy almost has your curls, right?” He cradled my chin in his hand and gave me a sweet kiss. “Of course I’ve seen the series. I loved the movie back when I was in high school.” He paused and gave me an accomplished look. “So, I believe that’s now two famous filming locations I’ve taken you to.” I let him enjoy his victorious smirk.
Corey bought our tickets and we squeezed into one of the little tube-like tram cars, marveling at the old technology that still seemed to work perfectly fine. Our little barreled car kept slowly tumbling as it adjusted to keep us upright while the train of cars navigated its path under and then up the curved arch. It was a bit claustrophobic, but definitely a one-of-a-kind experience. Thankfully, we had the cramped space all to ourselves.
We climbed out at the top, eager to stretch after being confined inside that tiny space. I guessed that most tourists probably weren’t built like us. Again, as we walked up the final steps to the summit, I knew exactly where we were. Except I believe there was a manticore here waiting to ambush Percy, and I remarked as much to Corey as we made our way over to the observation windows.
He just grinned, but we weren’t alone - other tourists were taking in the view - as he came up behind me while I was gazing out at the St. Louis skyline and whispered in my ear: “I’ve met the pup of my dreams, Oliver Aaron Carson. I want him to be mine forever.”
The memory of our bike ride’s storm sewer monolith climb sent chills up my spine and I softly returned our improvised vows, “My Norse God, Corey Allan Rainer, rescued me and gave me a new family! I want to be his forever!” Sure, we were paraphrasing a bit, but considering everything that had happened since that special spring afternoon moment, it felt just as perfect, and even more meaningful now.
After we shared a kiss that, thankfully, didn’t seem to embarrass anyone around us, I felt the need to address the elephant in the room, or rather, in the monument. “So, as cool as this is, I can’t help but feel a bit betrayed by Percy. That river water just looks nasty. There’s no way he could have seen anything while he was submerged in that river.”
Corey shuddered behind me. “I almost entered this into our contest in the car yesterday, but it’s not just one of my least favorite things, it’s a genuine phobia. I hate swimming in muddy water. And our home state? It’s pretty much all muddy water.” Corey nervously glanced at me, “Nice, clear, pools, I’m fine with. But Texas lakes and rivers are totally terrifying. My friends have tried to get me to kayak with them on the Trinity, and I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
He sighed, then continued softly. “When I was fifteen, Dad and Ted tried to help me overcome my fear. They took me to the U.S. Virgin Islands for a summer vacation. St. John is literally paradise on earth. There’s even a little beach on the Caneel resort grounds named ‘Paradise,’ and it literally earns its name.” He sighed, “I wasn’t afraid at all there. I even did a few resort dives and decided to become a certified diver after we got home.”
It was enthralling, discovering this new vulnerable layer of my big, strong, yet very human Norse God. “That’s amazing,” I said quietly. “I get it. The Great Lakes are the only ‘beaches’ I know, and they’re usually pretty clear - and cold. Still, I’d never dip a toe in that river. And I can’t even imagine what the beaches in the Virgin Islands must be like.”
Corey flashed a wistful smile. “Hey, we just need a special reason to go back pup. I know you’d love it.”
He gave me one last kiss before we squeezed back into the cramped tram for our return trip to earth. Then we headed back to our room, to finish the last of our packing. Upon leaving, I once again had to be me - I paused - preventing the door to our room from closing, to offer a sincere thanks and give a goodbye to our magical space before we checked out and reloaded the Bronco.
It was time to keep moving forward.
To be Continued…
