Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I thread my fingers through his hair, push his face closer so I can kiss him deeper. My cock throbs, and I want nothing more than to take his hole, but I feel too raw tonight, like I need to get my ass out of this bed and get the hell out of here as quickly as I can.
Tugging his hair a little, I pull him away. “I’m gonna go.”
His forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Okay…I thought you wanted me to blow you.”
A smile pulls at my lips. Jesus, this guy does something to me. “I always want you to blow me, but it’s better if I go.” Because I feel too close.…Right now, I feel too close to him and that has my head spinning.
Gary nods and crawls off me. Turning his way, I take his mouth one more time, because he tastes so fucking good, before I force myself out of the bed. I pick up our mess from dinner, the computer, and ask, “I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Gotta keep this shit looking good for the fundraiser.”
Gary smiles and tells me, “Yeah, of course. Though I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” There’s a moment where I consider climbing back into bed with him and fucking him until we both lose our minds. Or maybe more than just fucking him…maybe I think about talking to him some more too, or laughing with him. That’s my cue to get the fuck out, so I wink, turn and walk away while I still can.
21
Gary
Water sprays from the showerhead, hitting my chest and slapping against the tile floor beneath my feet. Travis massages my shoulders from behind, his thumbs pressing into my muscles. His touch feels so good, especially on my right shoulder, which I strained when I was using the bench press a few days ago.
“Feels better, doesn’t it?” he asks.
“So much better. If you keep this up, I might start finding more reasons to hurt myself.”
He chuckles. As he loosens me up, I roll my head back, enjoying how good it feels, reveling in his touch the way I might if we were fucking.
“I’m just glad we only have a week until the fundraiser,” I say. “At least my body still looks decent from all the gym time we put in.”
I can’t believe it’s already been two weeks since we were trolling through our Facebook friends for volunteers for the fundraiser, which has become the Summertime Boys Boxers and Briefs Strip-Off. The drag queen we hired, my primary care physician, suggested the name.
Travis stops massaging and trails his fingers down my back, around to my torso. He gropes and fondles my new muscles. Not massive but just a little more defined than usual.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” he whispers, his breath hitting behind my ear just right. “Just let me enjoy this hot body you’ve been working on.”
He works his skilled hands. Those hands that have learned their way around my body as we’ve fucked our way through our preparations for the Boxers and Briefs Strip-Off.
The past few weeks have been busy as fuck. From contacting the hotties who’ll be stripping to creating promo material and posters to hang around town, we’ve had plenty of work to do, and we’ve done it all together. Other than that, we’ve spent every spare moment we’ve had fucking each other’s brains out…but the thing is, we’ve done a lot of talking too. And laughing. And watching movies. It’s confusing as hell.
Travis moves closer to me, his chest pushing against my back, his hard dick pressing up between my ass cheeks.
“I just blew you not even five minutes ago,” I say, shocked that he’s as hard as ever.
“That was just to get rid of the morning wood. And I wouldn’t have let you do it if I’d known how much it was going to hurt your neck. You have to tell me these things.”
As he continues caressing my torso with his hands, I find my own dick stirring to life again.
Being with him like this has done wonders for my self-esteem.
He tucks his face close to me and whispers into my ear, “Wouldn’t be a crime if we had another go. I can never keep my hands off you.”
I roll my head back as warm sensations rush to my cheeks.
When we first started hooking up, after we fucked, I’d go back to my place, or he’d go back to his. But one night I managed to fall asleep on his bed while we were working on finding stock images for the event poster. After that, it became a no-brainer that we’d spend the night when we were together at whosever place we ended up at. Not cuddling or anything. It was just about convenience. Not that I haven’t imagined him accidentally rolling up close to me and holding me the way he did the morning we first met. But this morning was one of many where I woke up at his place instead of mine.