Page 132 of The Texas Sterling Collection
Wyl poured two cognac snifters, and Rod turned on the music and flipped the switch for the fire.
“Whew…what a day this was.” Rod sighed, collapsing on the couch and accepting a snifter of cognac from Wyl. “I’m not all that comfortable with crowds, and about the only time we didn’t suffer crowds around us was when we fell asleep on this couch this afternoon. It was a fun day, but I’m glad it’s over”.
“Me too, baby.” Wyl snuggled up next to Rod and took a sip of his cognac. “And imagine running into Stewy. He’s the last person I expected to see here. Talk about a shock to the system.”
“Actually, the last person I expected to see here was Mitzi. What the fuck? And what was this shit about something back in Blackfield? And Alfonso Ortega? Really?” Rod shook his head. “She must be getting desperate.”
“Whatever it is, we can’t do anything about it here. I’m as pissed as you…maybe even more because of the family history with the bitch. But I won’t let her destroy our vacation.”
“Good point. But back to Stewy, will you encourage him to contact his family?”
“Of course,” Wyl nodded. “His parents won’t care about his orientation, and that may help him settle down with Matthew for a long-term relationship.”
They sipped the cognac and watched the fire, making them drowsy.
Rod set his empty snifter on the coffee table, took Wyl’s snifter, put it next to his, then tugged at Wyl’s hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
They went into the bedroom, stripped, climbed into bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Twenty
The Wednesday morning sun shone into the room. Wyl rolled over and gazed at his sleeping husband.
Rod stretched, yawned, and cracked open his eyes before saying, “Good morning. You’re a handsome sight to wake up to,” in a deep, gravelly voice. He sidled over to hug Wyl. “Yesterday wore us out. Judging by the sun, it must be well after eight o’clock.” Wyl opened his arms as Rod squeezed closer. He wrapped him in his love and kissed Rod’s forehead as his hand gently caressed Rod’s chest, and his fingertips toyed with the fine hair.
“Mmmmm…you make me feel so good. I could lie in your arms for hours,” Rod whispered. His hand moved down to Wyl’s navel, and his fingertips stroked his stomach.
“I love it when you touch me,” Wyl said. “That sensation we talked about last night is one of the best things about us.”
“Touching you gives me the same sensations.” Rod’s hand moved down to Wyl’s stiff cock, and his fingers worked their magic up and down his shaft.
Wyl’s chest vibrated in a soft moan. “You always know how to make the little rancher stand at attention.”
Wyl reached down and toyed with Rod’s manhood. It pulsed at his touch as Wyl felt the head and lightly teased the hair on Rod’s tight balls.
“You’re driving me wild, baby. Don’t stop.”
They continued touching, stroking, and playing for five minutes, relishing the pleasure waves flowing through their bodies.
“Babe, you’re going to make me cum,” Rod panted. “I’m close.”
Rod wrapped his hand around Wyl’s cock, now slippery with pre-cum, as Rod’s hand slid up and down, teasing the sensitive nerves with each pass.
“I’m right there with you,” Wyl gasped.
They locked in a passionate kiss as the waves of orgasmic pleasure invaded their bodies. Time stood still while they writhed in ecstasy, man seed jetting from their cocks in unison as if the two throbbing organs performed a synchronized fountain dance. Afterward, they lay together and listened to each other breathe as the warm afterglow of their love act flooded them.
Wyl’s lips brushed Rod’s in a tender kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” Rod whispered.
* * *
After a leisurely shower, they sat at the table and chatted over a simple breakfast.
Rod pushed his empty plate aside and grabbed his mug of coffee. “The farmer’s market is the only trip we must make today.” He took a sip. “What time do you want to go?”
“We have all day. Matthew and Stewy won’t be here until seven.”
