Page 108 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“Just enjoy the sensations, baby. You’re so turning me on. I love to see you turned on, too.” Wyl withdrew his hand from Rod’s briefs and slowly tugged the zipper down. He spread the jeans open and, through the cotton of Rod’s jockeys, ran his finger from the moist tip of Rod’s cock down to his balls, teasing with his fingertips. His other hand continued to caress Rod’s chest.
Rod turned his head to Wyl’s ear and whined, “Wyl…please…”
Wyl ran his fingers along the leg opening of Rod’s briefs, grazing his taut scrotum with his index finger and running along the base of his cock. “We need to go to the bedroom,” he whispered. “I am so turned on I can’t stand it anymore.”
Rod gasped a few unintelligible words as he slammed his beer bottle on the counter and started toward the bedroom. Wyl stumbled along behind him, his hand still in Rod’s jeans and on his chest.
In the bedroom, they stripped quickly, and Wyl held Rod at arm’s length, drinking in his beautiful body. Rod’s pulsing cock stood at attention. Wyl’s cock did the same thing. “You’re the most gorgeous man I ever saw.” Wyl stroked Rod’s cheek as he whispered the words. He walked into a college classroom for the first time almost a year ago. When the professor entered, he was awestruck. Now that the professor stood in front of him. Naked. And hard as a rock. “Bed?” Wyl thumbed toward the horizontal love platform.
They climbed onto the bed and explored each other with their hands, tongues, lips, feet, and anything that moved. Their lovemaking became desperate attempts to become one.
“Do me.” Wyl grabbed the lube, pumped a dollop onto his hand, and slathered it on Rod’s hard cock, working his hand around the beautiful erection and making Rod groan. He rolled on his back and pulled his knees to his chest.
Rod moistened his fingers with lube and warmed it with his hands before starting at the base of Wyl’s cock and slowly following the line down over his tight scrotum and ending up at his vibrating sphincter. He circled it with his fingertip, adding more lube so his finger slid easily around the entrance, grazing over it before sliding inside.
“Roddy…you are driving me insane.” Wyl’s voice came soft, like a whisper in the wind.
“Just returning the favor. Are you ready for me, babe?” Rod’s attention focused on Wyl’s hole and his finger sliding in and out, grazing his gland each time.
Wyl groined at the stretch of a second finger. “Guh…I’m about to cum with what you’re doing.”
Rod’s fingers pulled out. He leaned forward, positioned at Wyl’s entrance, and slowly pushed inside. Their lips met, and they melted into a passionate, tongue-fucking kiss.
Wyl gasped in the kiss and moaned as an intense orgasm shook his entire body, and his untouched cock shot loads of man seed repeatedly onto his washboard stomach. His anal muscles contracted and relaxed around Rod’s hard penis.
Rod drew in a stuttering gasp, and his entire body vibrated through his orgasm, his mouth poised in a silent scream of intense pleasure.
Rod’s warm seed bathed Wyl’s insides, bonding the two together before Rod collapsed in his arms.
“I never had an orgasm without touching my cock. You got me so turned on that I felt the vibrations for five minutes. When you entered me and grazed my gland, I became part of you, and the intensity spewed. I love you, Rod Sterling.”
“I love you more, Wyl Sterling.”
They spent ten minutes cuddling together, coming down from their physical high, enjoying soft caresses, and inhaling the aroma of their sex.
Wyl kissed Rod gently. “Let’s grab a shower.”
“Sounds good…and supper after the shower.”
They enjoyed the warm spray and washed each other. After drying, they dressed in shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops. Comfort was the rule at their Kerrville home. Although neither enjoyed wearing shorts in public, they relaxed around the house.
After supper, they retired to the living room and lounged on the leather sofa to watch a movie. Rod brought two cognac snifters, and they dozed off before the film was halfway through.
Wyl gently nudged Rod. “Let’s go to bed.”
They curled up together for a restful night. As he drifted off, Wyl couldn’t imagine sleeping in a bed without Rod. He hoped he never had to find out.
Chapter Twelve
Wyl woke early, propped his head on his hand, and gazed at his husband’s sleeping face. A year ago, he resisted his brother Walt’s efforts to convince him to take courses at WBCC. Little did he know that in the first class, he would meet the remarkable man snoozing next to him.
Rod stirred, stretched, and cracked his eyes enough to see Wyl watching him. “Good morning,” he croaked. “You’re mighty handsome this morning.”
Wyl leaned over and kissed Rod. “Not half as handsome as you, cowboy. Let’s get up and fix breakfast. I’m starved.”
They rolled out of bed, dressed, and headed to the kitchen. Rod made the omelets and toast. Wyl set the table, brewed two mugs of coffee, and poured two glasses of juice. Rod dished up the omelets as Wyl set the last mug of coffee on the table. They sat down to breakfast, devouring their food while watching the deer grazing out the large kitchen windows.
“Are you done?” Rod asked. Wyl nodded as he took his last swallow of coffee. Rod carried the plates to the sink. Wyl followed with the coffee mugs.
