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“God, that’s so hot,” Wyl stroked his cock.
Rod turned to face the wall, finger still embedded in his ass. He took it out and placed his palms against the wall, sticking his ass out for his husband. “I need you inside me.”
Wyl grabbed the tube of lube and released a generous portion on Rod’s ass, gently massaging the pucker before pushing inside.
Rod gasped. “Oh, yeah.”
Wyl fucked Rod with his finger, then inserted another, finding Rod’s gland and assaulting it with each thrust.
“Shit. Fuck. Oh, God!” Rod shouted.
“Feel good?” Wyl removed his fingers and slicked up his hard cock for entry.
“Fuck me, daddy!” Rod shouted.
Wyl positioned himself and slowly inserted. He fucked Rod, nudging the gland with each thrust.
“God, I’m about to cum,” Rod screamed, palms still against the wall and Wyl’s hands grasping Rod’s hips.
“Fuck!” Rod shouted as he shot onto the shower wall.
“God, that’s so hot, baby!” Wyl shouted as he came, filling Rod’s ass with his seed. “You came without touching.”
Wyl pulled out and turned Rod around for a kiss, pulling him against his chest.
“Wow,” Rod whispered as their kiss broke. “You’re unbelievable.”
Wyl chuckled. “I know you are.”
They washed each other, still tingling from the excitement. Then they toweled off, shaved, and dressed in jeans, sweaters, and sandals. Casual but comfortable.
As Rod set the table, Wyl lit the grill.
Chapter Twenty-One
At seven, the phone rang. Wyl asked security to send Stewy and Matthew up.
“Hi, guys,” Wyl and Rod greeted them at the elevator. “Welcome to our home away from home.”
Matthew grabbed Rod’s shoulders and gave him air kisses on each cheek, then did the same to Wyl. Rod caught a ‘what the?’expression on Wyl’s face as he led the group into the living area.
“We brought a bottle of Grey Goose and a jar of stuffed queen olives appropriate for agaygathering.” Matthew raised the bottles and wiggled his butt, emphasizing the word gay. “Martini’s anyone?”
“Hell yes,” Rod responded. “But let us introduce you to Tito’s. Not that we don’t appreciate the GG. It’s a great vodka. But you must try Tito’s.”
“I’ve not heard of it,” Matthew said.
“They do have it out here,” Wyl said. “We were served Tito’s martinis at Harvey’s the other day.”
“That was yesterday, babe,” Rod chuckled.
Wyl shook his head. “Did we just meet you guys yesterday?”
“Yes, and all Stewy has talked about since the Advocate came out is Wyl this and Wyl that,” Matthew said. “I couldn’t believe he knew you, Wyl. I was eager to meet the two cowboys now known wherever the Advocate is distributed.”
Matthew joined Rod at the bar. The well-stocked bar included an ice maker, so they busied themselves chatting and preparing the martinis.
Stewy and Wyl stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the spectacular vista of the city before them. Wyl turned to Stewy, the sound of ice clinking into glasses behind his words. “Stewy, you need to call your dad. I talked to him earlier this month, and he and your mom are hurt that you disappeared without a trace.”
