Page 210 of The Texas Sterling Collection
Rod wrapped his arms around his husband. “I wish I had brought my guitar.”
“Why?” Wyl said.
“The last time you gave me a guitar lesson, we ended up having sex.”
“How about we skip the guitar part and go directly to the sex?”
Rod stood and turned his back to Wyl. “If I remember right, you were massaging my shoulders.”
Wyl took the cue and stood, his strong hands digging into Rod’s shoulder muscles.
“You put your arms around me.”
Wyl remembered and wrapped his arms around his husband from behind.
“I groaned and leaned my head back. You leaned over and kissed me.”
They repeated the scene, complete with a more-than-fiery kiss that took their breath.
The kiss broke, and Rod gasped. “Boy, have you learned a lot about kissing.” He rotated in Wyl’s arms and pulled him into a jaw-tiring, tongue-wagging, saliva-exchanging, tooth-jarring kiss. Their passion for each other deepened, and the heat between their bodies intensified.
“Too many clothes,” Rod gasped, tearing at Wyl’s shirt, buttons flying across the room as he ripped the shirt from Wyl’s chest.
Wyl tugged at Rod’s shirt, pulling from the waist up and over his head, shirt and undershirt together, trying to get at Rod’s skin as quickly as possible.
They fell to the bed, and Rod attacked Wyl’s chest, licking and sucking at his nipples, the nubs hard and sensitive. He licked his broad tongue across the right nipple, bit it softly, then harder. Wyl gasped, a deep groan escaping from his chest.
With both hands, Wyl tweaked Rod’s nipples, massaging and pinching simultaneously while relishing Rod’s tongue on his chest. The little rancher had never stood at attention so firmly as now, and Rod’s cock was almost exploding, it was so hard.
Wyl looked at Rod’s cock. “Oh god, what a beautiful instrument you have. So perfectly shaped. So hard and throbbing.” He caressed the shaft, spreading the slick pre-cum around the head and down the sensitive sides.
Rod gasped. “I’m riding the edge, babe. You turn me on so much I’m about to shoot.”
“Not yet,” Wyl whispered. “I want you to enjoy this for as long as possible.”
“God, babe, I need to cum.”
“Little rancher needs attention,” Wyl gasped.
Rod looked at Wyl’s erect member, flexing with each heartbeat and begging to be touched, pre-cum pooling in his navel. Wyl leaned back and opened his legs, inviting Rod to have his way with the little rancher.
Rod reached down and stroked Wyl’s thighs with his fingertips, slowly edging toward his pleasure center. Wyl’s cock danced in anticipation as Wyl gasped. “Please!”
Rod scraped his fingernails over Wyl’s taught sack, teasing before he leaned down and sucked each ball into his mouth, tonguing the taught sack.
Wyl gasped as his cock danced. Rod licked the salty pre-cum, took the head in his mouth, and engulfed Wyl’s cock in warm, wet ecstasy.
“Babe, I’m gonna shoot if you don’t stop.”
Rod put his fingers up for Wyl to suck while slowly tonguing Wyl’s cock, keeping him on the edge of ecstasy. Wyl worked his tongue around Rod’s fingers. Rod groaned with Wyl’s cock in his mouth and took the wet fingers and inserted them in Wyl’s hole, finger fucking him and poking his gland with each thrust.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cream!” Wyl screamed as he shot down Rod’s throat, jet after jet of warm release, Rod drinking it all down with an active tongue that kept Wyl’s orgasm going forever.
When Wyl’s orgasmic nirvana ended, Rod pulled his fingers and positioned himself to fuck his husband.
Wyl groaned with pleasure as his cock stiffened again at Rod’s entrance.
“Fuck me, babe,” Wyl shrieked, jacking his cock again.
