[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
filling him. Greg had not been well-done by. "Then
touch, boy. I'm in your hands."
Greg's fingers were trembling, the touch untutored,
gentle as those fingers wrapped around his cock. He
groaned, slid his hand along Greg's back as he spread his
Solitary 59
legs a little wider. The touch moved up and down along
him, then Greg slowed, almost like the man was
exploring him.
He took in a deep breath and then let it go. "Do you
want to taste?"
Greg nodded. "You smell good. I think you'll taste
good."
"Go ahead and find out, boy." He pushed himself
away from the table some, giving Greg room to get
down between his legs.
Greg moved carefully, settled between his legs,
fingers easing his cock back toward the hot mouth.
When those lips wrapped around the tip of his prick, his
eyes crossed.
"Oh, fuck." It had been way too long since anyone
had sucked him off and even longer since it had been
someone he cared about as much as he was beginning to
care about Greg.
Greg didn't gobble him down -- the man was
incredibly slow, gentle, not in any hurry at all. A little of
his own back at him, and that was okay by him. The
long, slow touches were building the pleasure inside
him, slowly, surely, perfectly.
Greg's cheek rested against him, fingers soft on his
balls. He let his hands wander on Greg's shoulders and
neck, moaning now and then as the waves of sensation
crested and then began to build again. The intensity
ebbed and flowed; it stayed low-key and steady.
Maddening.
He spread his legs wider and shifted a little on the
chair, not quite pushing deeper into Greg's mouth.
Greg's head began to bob, lips sliding on his shaft. The
tip of his cock nudged the roof of Greg's mouth, rubbed
along the man's palate.
"Yes. God." He nodded, his hands curling on Greg's
shoulders, holding on as it got better and better.
Those lovely eyes met his, and Greg swallowed.
Pleasure surged through him, and he let Greg see it, see
how good it was. The swallow happened again, the
pleasure slamming up his spine. His hips jerked up,
Solitary 60
pressing his prick deep again. Greg took him, all of him,
throat closing around the tip of his cock.
"Fuck yes!" He cried out, hips snapping, pulling out
and pushing back in again twice before he was coming,
pouring his pleasure down Greg's throat.
Greg gurgled a little, but took him in, breathing hard
as he backed off.
He didn't let Greg go far, stroking and petting Greg's
head, his shoulders. "Thank you. That was very good."
His voice was rough, still thick with his pleasure.
"You're welcome." Greg nodded, eyes closed.
"Did you enjoy it?" He kept touching lightly, refusing
to lose the connection between them.
"You tasted like I thought. Good. Real."
"Doesn't everyone taste real?" How could a hot, hard
prick and fresh spunk not taste real?
"Most men just taste bitter and salty."
"Fair enough." He brought Greg in for a kiss, tasting
himself there. "I'm glad you like how I taste."
Greg blushed for him, then went back to his
sandwich. Ap picked his own up as well, though he was
still far more interested in watching Greg than eating.
Such a fascinating man. So full of sadness and need, and
Ap was beginning to believe no one had ever really been
there for Greg.
Not even Greg's Tim.
When they'd finished their sandwiches, he brought
out the dessert and added ice cream to the top. It began
to melt immediately, and he licked his lips.
"Thank you." Greg took a bite of ice cream, smiled.
"You like sweets?" It was something they hadn't
really explored -- Greg pretty much ate whatever he put
in front of the man.
"I like ice cream."
"Any flavor in particular?" He had an ice cream
maker or two -- they could have fun making it
themselves.
"I like all of it."
"Then we'll have to have some fun, try our hand at
different things."
Solitary 61
Greg's eyes met his, the look curious, but unsure.
"I have an ice cream maker. Actually I have a couple.
One's a more traditional crank style, the other one is one
of those soccer ball shaped ones you kick around. Do
you play sports at all?" He needed to show Greg the
workout room; he'd been neglecting his own workouts
of late.
Of course, he'd been pretty distracted.
"I used to, before the accident."
"Is it a matter of it hurts too much, or you just haven't
had the opportunity, or what?" He kept forgetting Greg
had been badly injured -- the man never complained.
"I don't know -- a little of both, I think."
"Well, I have a workout room in the basement.
There's a sauna and hot tub down there, too."
"Wow. A sauna? That's different." Greg ate the ice
cream, started on the crisp.
Ap ate his ice cream and crisp together, loving the
way the cold and the hot married, kept his mouth
guessing. "It gets cold here in the winter, and we'll be
snowbound for some of it. I like to have lots of options
open, things to do." There were times he didn't get into
town for weeks and one particularly snowy year it had
been nearly three months that he'd been snowbound.
"It's been a long time since I saw snow."
"Oh, you'll see a lot this year." He chuckled. "We're
far enough north it shows up early and stays late." He
had cross country skis and snowshoes, too. The dogs
loved going out with him. Bernie had even had a pouch
to carry Raspberry in when the little mutt's legs gave
out.
Greg smiled, then went to do dishes, and Ap shifted
so he could watch Greg work. There was an efficiency
in each movement, the muscles working no harder than
they needed to. The man was comfortable bare, easy in
his skin. Comfortable here with Ap. He'd bet Greg had
no idea that had happened.
He reached out, slid his fingers along Greg's ass.
Greg's glut tensed, jerked. He cupped the whole butt
cheek with his hand. A bowl slipped out of Greg's
Solitary 62
fingers, clattered in the sink. He smiled, pleased to know
he affected Greg so strongly.
"Sorry. It slipped."
"That's quite all right." He loved the way Greg's
muscles bucked and rolled. Leaning over, he placed a
kiss on that fine ass. Greg stumbled forward, just out of
reach. "No, no. Don't run away."
Greg stilled, visibly vibrating. He leaned in and
kissed Greg's ass again, his lips lingering. Greg actually
whined softly.
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]