We cannot decide what is more important, to kiss, to touch, to kiss the totality of each other's bodies, to place heads between legs and pleasure each other, to pleasure each other together, to delve tongues into secret places.
Cade woke up the sun was in his eyes, but there was a key jiggling in the door, and he wondered if that had brought him back to consciousness as well. He'd slept in his shorts and tee shirt on the surface of the bed, and now Donovan, in very old khakis and a rumpled dress shirt walked in.
Christmas Day, I took the wrapping off the small box in my hand and realized, inside, was a classic looking jewelry box. I stared at if for a few minutes when he beckoned me to open it.
James kissed me again. "You're not much of an aggressive bottom, so I'll give you credit for what you've told me so far. I trust Tony a lot, so I have to believe him when he tells me you should be worth the effort. And I'm fine with other guys fucking you, but only if you always let me know.
My very first real true I'm-in-love-with-you-boyfriend used to tell me shit that would break my heart. He would watch my face change, and then he would say, "I'm being honest. Don't you want us to be honest? Would you rather I lie to you? "
The two of us...the pups...going out together or staying home...didn't seem to matter as it felt really nice to me. I believed I was actually falling for this guy. Only a month since the lunch/chat and who would have thought it would be happening this fast? It shouldn't feel so right but it did...
I thought I woke up because James' beautiful dickhead was touching my lips, but then I became aware that Brent was deep inside me. In fact, I probably woke up because of some little sniff from some little brown bottle that James had, as he introduced me to poppers: "Just a little, baby. Damn. I might actually be smitten with you."
All I know is you were my friend, and I did love you and no matter what the truth is now I think you loved me too. I won't feel right until we talk again. So, please do write me back.
There I was, stripped and naked in front of Brent, the first guy I had ever sucked, and Elmer, now my daddy, kneeling between the legs of James, in the back of a camper headed off for a weekend camping trip with Elmer, his three sons, and Brett, who I would learn later had been picked up along the way.
In this room, in this house at this party he felt like a stupid teenager who had done a very dumb thing, and Ezekiel was, indisputably, a grown man. How could he have thought that this wouldn't matter?
I did as I was told and down the stairs we went. Michael ducked into the work shed at the bottom and came out with a small chainsaw and an old-fashioned tree saw. It was then that I realized where we were going. Up the hill to the ridge and back down towards the hot springs. I stood for a minute and surveyed the landscape and then started a jog up another hill.
He gave me grief for not being a morning person and he smacked me on the ass as I walked past him...though confused and intrigued about the change...I just chalked it up to it being a new day and was not going to question it.
He could still feel Ezekiel's mouth on his, and on his neck. He could still feel Ezekiel's chest and stomach against his back, Ezekiel in him, and through him, his penis, swelling and pumping in his mouth, the warm touch of the palm of his hand.
Cade fiddled around with the radio and eighties music, oldies, or the newest new songs whined through making half efforts against bad reception, and then flew away on the radio waves.
This is a fictional story about an really hot friend of mine. He is gay and coupled.
But I have had the hots for him for years. So its just a fantasy tale of getting the Hot Cowboy.
You had to be there to feel how deep things were, to experience the level of that depth...to experience the exasperation of Michael trying to explain to me why...after only a few months...he felt as though he had found his person; The desperation he felt when he was trying to convince me that all would be ok.
I watched Michael's expressions and body language as Dave was sharing the information. It was clear, at least to me, that Michael was feeling all sort of emotions and was working hard at not reacting. I had to wonder, to myself, why they chose to have this conversation in a public place but who am I to question.
I'd always been pretty much on the wild side. A feral boy, who'd enjoyed the freedoms of youth , and who never once imagined that life could turn out very differently to expectations. Indeed, I guess I'd assumed that I would remain master of my own fate wherever life took me
Going back home to celebrate his Mom's birthday, Freddy meets her brand new boyfriend. However it looks like Freddy and Cameron have some chemistry as well.
I came to the realization that I didn't really know much about the man. I knew most of his history in terms of his family but, in all the conversations we have had, I have never heard him speak of or talk about any relationships that he may have had...not even a hint.
Those last few minutes, when Donovan was winding up the road to the coffee shop, and when he was parking in the lot outside of it, his hands cold with the winter air, the wind stinging his cheeks red, his heart beat faster. He thought, he won't really come. We won't really meet. Something'll come up. He won't really be there.
Going back home to celebrate his Mom's birthday, Freddy meets her brand new boyfriend. However it looks like Freddy and Cameron have some chemistry as well.
I turned to say something and he put his finger under my chin and leaned in and gave me one of those kisses again and my thoughts turned to mush. It was during the split second of that kiss that everything came flooding back...
Sweat dripping into his eyes, hands planted on the surface of the wooden dresser that banged against the wall, Ezekiel slammed into Don over and over again.