Page 108 of Sass in the Grass

“Shut up. We both have had men in our pasts. Just…hoping, anyway, that we’re each other’s only future.”

Jovian went into his arms and felt himself being swallowed up by Cherokee in every way imaginable. “I really do love you, Cherokee.”

“I really love you too, baby boy.”

In the bedroom, they had to be okay with making out, and when they were both naked, Cherokee slowly stroked Jovian’s cock, slowly, roughly, kissing Jovian deeply, kissing over both of his lips, the corners of his mouth, all while he smiled.

Jovian teased him, “Why are you smiling?”

“Why? I’m in love with an amazing guy, and I’m currently playing with his dick. What’s not to smile about?”

Jovian giggled before he let out a long, whispered moan that came from his very guts as Cherokee tightened his grip and sped his stroking.

“I want to suck you, Daddy.”

“Not right now. I’m busy. Hush.”

Jovian got the treatment, having his dick first stroked, then Cherokee gave him the best blowjob of his life.

As he lay on his bed, the bed that was suddenly much too soft for him after sleeping on the hard bunk, he thought about how much he had gained.

Friends and a guy that he loved more than he thought he could love. Cherokee spoiled him. That was a dream that came true, but not with money and things. With himself. And that was priceless.

When it was Jovian’s turn, he gave the blowjob his all. His hand cradled Cherokee’s heavy balls while he sucked his cock down, deep throating for the first time ever. It was amazing the things a person could do when they were in love.

Cherokee moaned and growled through the blowjob, and his hands grabbed at Jovian’s pillows in such a way that one tore open, leaving feathers all over Cherokee’s face. That still didn’t deter him from bucking his hips, fucking Jovian’s throat as he came, depositing a nice load that Jovian let slide easily down his throat.

He kneeled on the bed after watching Cherokee recover, and his mouth filled with saliva. The man was beautiful. A mountain man, rugged and tough, but inside he was soft and loving. The perfect man.

“Dang, you’re pretty, Daddy.”

He barked a laugh and asked, “Pretty?”

“Okay, manly and gorgeous?”

“Better. Come here, baby boy, and let me hold you. I had a fear this morning I’d never do that again, and I’m still gonna punish you for scaring me like that.”

“I’ll take it. I never want to scare you,” he said as he lay in Cherokee’s arm and brushed feathers off his face.

“Who the fuck still buys feather pillows?”

“They’re soft and I thought they were so classy, but they make me sneeze.”

Cherokee groaned, “You’d do anything for pretty.”

“Not anymore, Daddy. Now I’d just do anything for you.”

Epilogue

Jovianindeedlivedinone of the closed cabins…for a month. In that month, he stayed with Cherokee five nights of every seven.

So, they decided it was time. Jovian moved in with Cherokee and got a crash course in gardening that first day.

Cherokee made him harvest three huge baskets of vegetables, then he had to help can some, dry some and even learned to make tinctures. It was a very long day.

“You’re the one that picked the time of year you moved in. Not my fault.”

Jovian lay on the bed, exhausted, but smiling. “There are three grocery stores within ten miles of us, Cherokee. Just once, maybe, can we go shopping?”

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