Page 42 of Fluffing the Stallion

Not to be outdone, I open wide and take his cock deep inside my throat. Clay moans around my shaft, the vibrations sending chills up my spine. I jerk, pushing further into his mouth. The gagging sound that comes from Clay is a huge fucking turn on, making my cock lengthen and pulse.

Clay’s mouth is dangerous, bringing me to the brink faster than I’d like him to. I want this to last, but I want to come so badly that my body is vibrating from it.

Snatching off his length, I jerk him off as I watch him swallow my dick. His pink lips are spread wide, taking all of my inches with ease. Over the months, Clay has gotten better at relaxing his throat to allow me entrance.

Cursing low in my throat, I grind my hips into his mouth. Again, Clay moans and the tingles it sends through my dick sets off my orgasm. My balls tighten up and I shoot my load down his throat, feeling Clay’s swallowing motions around the head of my cock. My toes curl as I shake from my release, the force of it would have made my knees weak if I were standing.

After I come down from my orgasm, I shift forward and draw Clay’s rock hard shaft back into my mouth, sucking him fast and hard so I can get him off. Clay moans softly, holding on tightly to me. He kisses my thighs, my balls and my softening length as he pumps gently into my mouth.

His breath brushes over my skin as he babbles. “Fuck, Yuri,” he whispers, holding tighter to me. “Suck me harder. I’m so close. So close baby. Ungh, fuck.”

That’s the only warning I get before his hot release is shooting into my open mouth. I swallow all of him, not letting a drop slide out.

We’re both spent, not moving more than turning onto our backs on my too small bed.

“Yuri?” Clay calls me in a satisfied voice.

“Yeah, baby?” My eyes drift shut, as if that orgasm he gave me took all of my energy.

“I love you.”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Not as much as I love you.”

“Doubt that.”

Finally summoning the energy to move, I shift around until I’m at the head of the bed. I gather Clay in my arms and sigh when he gets comfortable against me.

We lie there, breathing each other in as we listen to the noises of the night. This is what I love about living in the country. The crickets and night creatures making a beautiful soundtrack to a good night.

“Clay, I need to tell you something.”

He stiffens but doesn’t move from my arms. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to quit working at Carnal Desires.”

Now he moves from my arms, sitting up to look at me. “Why? It’s not because of me, is it? I told you I don’t care about what you do. You don’t have?—”

I put my hand over his mouth. “No, it’s not because of you. Well, yes, it is.” He gives me a confused look. “It’s because of you that I figured out what I want to do.” I sit up against the headboard, pulling him back against me. “You want to be a trainer. That’s admirable, knowing how much you want to help people. But you’ll need some help. Not with training, but with the other stuff.”

Pulling in a deep breath, I hold it for a few seconds, then blow it out slowly. “So, I applied for college and I got accepted for a program next year. To be a kinesiologist. So, while you’re working people out, I can help them keep their mobility and muscles loose. We can help each other.”

Clay looks up at me with a giddy smile on his face. “You want to go into business with me? Like partners?”

I chuckle. “Yes, like partners. What do you say?”

Straddling my lap, Clay gives me a deep kiss that has all the love he has for me behind it. I hold tight to him, trying to convey the same emotion to him through the press of our mouths.

“I say,” Clay begins as he kisses all over my face, “let’s fucking do it.”

epilogue #2

CLAY

SIX YEARS LATER …

“Come on, one more,” I chant to Sam as he pushes the weights off his chest. “One more, you got this! Come on!”

With a grunt, Sam pushes the weights up, completing his rep.

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