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“Oh.” I took in a sharp breath. “God.” Another breath. “You. Feel. Amazing.”
Rod eased down until he engulfed my cock, and raised and lowered his hips. With hands on either side of my head, he leaned down and smothered my mouth in a desperate kiss.
With Rod assaulting both my lips and my cock, I thought I would die from ecstasy. The kiss ended, but our lips stayed in contact as the impending orgasm built between my legs. I gasped, “I’m cumming!” The orgasm reached a climax, and my penis erupted into the condom. I twisted my fist around Rod’s cock. His glans swelled as Rod’s orgasm kicked in.
Rod clamped his lips over my mouth and shot jets of hot cum onto my chest before collapsing and kissing my neck.
“God, you were fantastic,” Rod groaned.
“No, you were. You’re a major turn-on.” I continued to float on a cloud of pleasure.
Rod shook his head. “With you, orgasms are impossible to describe. You breathed life into my old body. Not only do I feel young again, but I also can’t believe we’re together. It’s like a dream.”
I nudged Rod’s ear with my nose. “After all the shit we’ve been through? I want to lie here with you in my arms and treasure you forever.”
Rod nuzzled my neck. “I like your ideas.”
After a quick shower, we lay together in bed, holding each other. Rod’s breathing evened out, but I had trouble going to sleep. My brain churned over the conversations Rod said he overheard between Stella and Mitzi. I recalled Stella’s call to me the first day I missed class. I found it odd she called in the first place, but to ask to meet for a drink? Was it Mitzi’s doing? And did Mitzi somehow stir up the campus issue Rod mentioned? He gave no details, but I’m betting it involved her. She never met Rod. I needed to protect him, but from what?
Chapter Thirty-Two
ROD
During November, my regular college routine settled in. The rumor started by Alfonso Ortega faded along with his reputation, thanks to microscopic oversight of his courses by Janice Cartwright, who was monitored by Dr. Waverly. Stella’s antics settled to a simmer, replaced by a focus on Fine Arts activities and an almost predatory attention to my needs.
By Thanksgiving week, focusing on my campus responsibilities became problematic. From my throat to my groin, waves of excitement flowed through me each time my mind turned to Wyl, horseback riding, and camping. I almost knocked Stella over as I rushed out of my office to my 10:50 class. “Sorry, Stella.” I stopped to adjust the disheveled stack of graded papers in my arms.
“Are you okay, Dr. Bonner? You ran around all week like you were being chased by wild boars. You might cut back on the coffee intake.”
“I’m fine, but ready for the long weekend.” I raised one knee to help straighten the stack.
“Oh? Anything particular happening in Kerrville?”
Camping on the ranch with Wyl was none of her business. I learned my lesson and kept my off-campus activities with Wyl to myself. Her assumption that we were headed to Kerrville went uncorrected. She wouldn’t find out if we went. “Yeah.” I dropped my knee and positioned the papers in the crook of my right arm, and glanced at my watch. “Hey…gotta run.” I sprinted down the hall to my classroom.
Rushing through Wednesday's classwork, I let the students go a half hour early. Back in my office, I struggled to finish the annual performance reviews for the instructors in my department. Visions of Wyl’s brilliant smile kept creeping into my thoughts, making work impossible. The morning dragged on forever, but noon arrived, and I locked up my office and rushed home.
I wasn’t sure what clothes I needed for horseback riding and camping, but I packed for the four-day weekend. I needed to keep clothes at the ranch. I added a few items to a second duffel to leave in Wyl's room. All packed, I grabbed a warm coat and gloves to ward off the cool November nights, loaded everything in the truck, locked up the house, and drove toward the ranch.
I shivered with excitement about the upcoming adventure. My dream of a horseback ride was coming true, and I would spend the entire weekend on Sterling Ranch with Wyl. I thought back to our long weekend in Kerrville and hoped we wouldn’t have any trauma. It was odd how we attracted trouble. The good thing is that we always go after each other and work through the situation together.
On Thanksgiving Day, we had a simple breakfast. Walt watched the ball game. Wyl and I played a few rounds of dominoes. For our late lunch/early dinner, Wyl grilled steaks. I had brought yams to roast. I fixed a cranberry relish and a pecan pie for our dessert. Fat and happy, we relaxed on the patio until late-day temperatures brought a chill to the air. It was the best Thanksgiving I’d had in years.
Friday morning, we stood in the kitchen with steaming mugs of coffee. “This campout is all Wyl talked about for weeks. I thought this day would never come,” Walt said. “At least now he’ll shut up. He’s been a different person since y’all got back together.”
“Shut up, Walt.” Wyl grinned and picked up his mug.
“Hey…I can be happy for my brother if I want.” Walt gave him a punch in the arm.
I chuckled. “Walt’s the one who got us back together, so he has a stake in this game.”
“Damn straight.” Walt saluted me with his coffee.
Wyl set his coffee down. He came over, took my mug, set it beside his, and hugged me. “You’re right, babe. I tend to forget Walt called you and started our reconciliation.”
“Okay, enough of the mushy stuff,” Walt said. “What are you doing for Christmas, Rod? I enjoyed having you around for Turkey Day. And Wyl did, too. Do you have anything planned?”
I glanced at Wyl before focusing on Walt. “After my folks were gone, I began spending the holidays at my place in Kerrville. Do you two want to come down?”
