Page 41 of Fluffing the Stallion

Instead of my mother waiting for us to get out of the car like a normal person, she throws open the front door and rushes down the three stairs of the porch. “Yuri! I’m so glad to see you, suge,” she drawls in her deep country accent and throws her arms around me. My accent isn’t as thick as it was before I moved away from home, but even moving to the bigger city hasn’t rid me of it completely. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” She turns to Clay, giving him the once over. “Well, my, my. You’re even more handsome in person. Come over here and hug my neck.”

With a bashful grin on his face, Clay rounds the car to give my mom a big hug. “Great to meet you, Mrs. Miller.”

“Oh please. Call me Pat. Come on in. I have some dinner ready for you both.”

Once inside, my dad steps into the living room, all smiles. “Yuri. Good to see you son. And it’s great to meet you, Clay.”

Clay shakes his hand, looking a little nervous. “Great to meet you too, sir.”

“Call me Gary.” He shakes Clay’s hand and pats his shoulder. “We’re old friends by now.” Clay grins at him, stepping closer to me and bumping my shoulder.

We sit down at the dinner table and eat and share conversation. My father is very interested in hearing about Clay’s career path.

Rubbing his large belly, my dad says, “Well, I’ll need to go to your fitness center when it’s up and running, son. Got to get healthy.” He laughs in a self-deprecating way.

Clay shakes his head and leans forward. I smile, knowing I’m about to get one of my favorite versions of Clay: Passionate Clay. “That’s a big misconception with people,” he says, putting his fork on the table so he can really get into the conversation. “They see someone overweight and think they’re unhealthy, but that’s not always the truth. I’ve met plenty of people that are healthy as an ox and are considered overweight. On the other hand, I’ve met people that are considered normal weight with a myriad of health issues. What I want to do is focus on the health factor and not the weight. Eating right, or in moderation, and being active at least three to five times a week for fifteen minutes.”

Dad nods and leans forward. “Now that’s a good plan son. What do you have planned so far?”

Clay smiles. He loves talking about his goals and I love listening. “I want to open a center that has a gym as well as nutritionists to help me out. There can be classes and seminars so people can get information without having to leave the building. It can be a one stop shop.”

I so badly want to blurt out what I want to do, what I have planned, what I’ve figured out about myself, but it’s a surprise for Clay. I’m nervous, not sure how he’ll feel about it. I probably should have talked to him about it first, but I wanted to make sure it was something I wanted to do. Listening to him talk now makes me think I’m making the right choice.

We stay up for a few more hours, talking about nothing. I love that my parents love Clay. I’d hoped he would get the reception he is now. My parents are pretty chill, but I’m their only child, so I thought they’d give Clay the talk and tell him to take care of me or they’d kill him or some shit. Looks like the love of my life will be around for a long while, having gotten the stamp of approval from my parents.

“Well,” my dad drawls, standing from his favorite armchair, holding his hand out for my mother. She takes his hand and pastes herself to his side. After all these years, they’re both still clearly in love. I look forward to being like this with Clay. “Us old folks can’t hang with you two whipper snappers. We have to get to bed.”

I smile, standing as well. “We’ll go too. I want to take Clay to River Bend hiking trail in the morning before it gets too hot out.”

They bid us goodnight and I lead Clay up to my childhood bedroom. It’s still about the same as when I moved out, down to the posters on the wall. Clay chuckles, walking around and looking at the posters of men I have glued all around my room.

He points to an old wrestling poster of The Rock. “Good choice,” he says.

“I thought so too. I had a thing for wrestlers back in the day. Seeing men in their underwear is hot.” Clay laughs, looking around at the other posters I have on my wall. I step up beside him, remembering when I hung each and every poster up. I put my arm around his waist, kissing his shoulder.

Clay smiles, turning to me and pulling me in close. “I like your parents. They’re good people.”

“They like you too. We both have the seal of approval from both our families. Now you’re stuck with me.”

Looking up at me, Clay whispers, “I don’t mind.” He kisses me softly, swaying to an invisible song. I follow his lead, carding my fingers through his hair as I hold him close.

Clay slides his hands up the back of my shirt, his rough and calloused hands rubbing soft circles along my back. I press us closer together, feeling how hard he is for me from just our kisses. I groan, gliding one hand down to his ass so I can rub our dicks against each other.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Clay whispers, “I want you.”

“I want you too. We have to be quiet though, okay?”

He nods eagerly, stepping over to my full-sized bed and lies on his back. I climb between his legs, kissing him more, never getting enough of how his lips taste.

I make quick work of taking our clothes off, getting us naked so our hot skin can brush against each other’s. The heat coming off him cranks me up, my dick leaking copious amounts of precum onto his.

Pulling away, I sit back on my heels as I stare down at his amazing body. His hard body is soft in all the right places. I trail my fingers down through his abs, over that sexy V he has and down to the base of his cock. “Let’s sixty-nine. I want to taste you and swallow your cum.”

“Fuck yes,” Clay groans. He turns on his side and raises one leg, jerking his cock slowly as he watches me get into position. “God, I can’t wait to have you down my throat.”

I chuckle, lying on my side so his cock is bobbing in my face. “The bed squeaks, so don’t fuck my face too hard.”

Clay laughs, then engulfs my dick into his mouth. I groan, enjoying the feel of his hot mouth on me for a few beats. Clay wraps an arm around my waist, holding on to my ass as he pulls me in.

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