Page 73 of What I've Tasted of Desire

“You come a lot, baby? Felt like you did…”

“Yeah, you did too. It’s still running down my throat.”

“It feels so good in your mouth.” I stuck my tongue out flat and licked up the length of his crack. “You taste so good, baby boy. Could just lick into you like this all day…”

“Nothin’ stopping you but you, mister.”

After 15 minutes or so, Alex finally climbed off of me, his cum on our skins well past dry and his proud prick half-hard again. He was like a five-foot-six cum manufacturing plant. If I ever failed to catch dinner, the boy could provide both of our necessary daily protein intakes.

“What do you want for breakfast?” I called through the door he’d left open.

“Mmm, bacon?”

“We had bacon yesterday…”

“Oh, I forgot that it’s a sin to have bacon two days in a row.”

“Brat…”

I hopped up, grabbed the towel at the foot of the bed, and wiped off before tucking myself back into my pants.

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“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe I should wait and go into town tomorrow.”

Alex glanced over at me and rolled his eyes. “You worry way too much. I just have a headache. I’ll be fine here, just like I always am. Besides, we’re almost out of cheese.”

“Heaven forbid,” I chuckled. “Okay, well, you just rest up and take it easy. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I leaned over and kissed the top of his forehead. “Do you want me to bring a pizza home for dinner?”

His eyes lit up. “Stuffed crust?”

I smiled and walked out of the cabin. The drive down the mountainside was easy. Most of the snow had long since melted, and the hills were lush with fresh green springtime growth. It generally took me an hour and a half to navigate this road during winter, but, with the warm weather, I made my way through the pass in a little under 45 minutes.

My first stop was the farmers market at the very edge of the little town. Blending into the modest crowd milling about and humming under my breath, I picked up a couple of loaves of fresh-baked sourdough, some raw veggies, and of course, a pound of sharp cheddar cheese made from the milk of local dairy cows.

I swear, that boy would just eat cheese for every meal if given the option.

Once I had all of my goodies secured in my canvas bags, I headed back to the car. Another ten minutes or so, and I was pulling up in front of Angelo’s Pizzeria. There was also a Domino’s franchise in town, but Alex wasn’t a big fan of the pizza sauce they used. I ordered a large pepperoni pie, deciding not to get the garlic knots at the last minute. They were delicious, but by the time I got them back up the mountain, they wouldn’t be edible, as we found out last time. The pizza reheated just fine, but the knots… not so much. The cashier recognized me and gave me a friendly smile. I replied in kind, sticking a rolled-up five-dollar bill in the tip jar.

I checked the time as I got back in the car. I'd only been gone a little over two hours. I hoped Alex’s headache would be gone by the time I got back. If not, I’d feed him some pizza, rub him down, and toss him into the tub.

Alex was so low-maintenance, it was astounding. Well, he was low-maintenance in every department except sex. As far as sex went, he could be flat-out exhausting. The boy could ejaculate a dozen times a day and still get hard when I walked into the room. It was both a blessing and a curse. Alex’s body was a revelation every fucking day, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that, sometimes, the flesh was weak. I knew that he loved me and savored that knowledge, but I couldn’t help feeling like his flesh-and-blood dildo from time to time.

Ah, well.

I made my way back up the mountain. Getting stuck behind a slow-moving tractor trailer going over the pass made the trip back take nearly double the time it had coming down the mountain. Simmering rage bubbled behind my eyes, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to breathe through it. Sluggish drivers and snow were small prices to pay for the life I got to live. I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and turned up the volume on the playlist Alex had made for me a few weeks ago.

I pulled into our three-quarter mile private driveway and found myself smiling at the thought of getting back home to him. Even just being away from Alex for a few hours felt like I’d missed out on important moments with him. Alex and I had formed a very tight and loving relationship. We rarely fussed at each other. I don’t even think we’d ever even had an argument.

(Although, Alex did get a little mad at me when I butchered two of our chickens. I had every intention of using them for meatandeggs, but I guess that wasn’t properly communicated to him. When I brought the bodies inside after preparing and cleaning them, Alex freaked. It’s the only time he had cried since we moved into the cabin. It made me feel like shit. I should have known better, but Alex was kind enough not to hold it over my head. Now, I knew that our chickens were for eggs and cuddlingonly.It’s fine, I just bought chicken from the butcher now.)

I pulled up in front of the cabin, collected my bags on one arm, and balanced the pizza box on the other. I locked the truck and, still humming to myself, made my way to the front door.

I froze in place and my pulse began thumping in my ears.Why was the front door open?It was just a little ajar, and I hadn’t noticed until I approached.

You locked the door when you left…

“Alex,” I called, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I pushed the door fully open using the toe of my boot and walked inside. The living room was quiet and still, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the furniture.

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