Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Please don’t,” Travis says.
“Please do,” I reply and everyone laughs.
Talk about Alzheimer’s is effectively killed. Cody refills our glasses. We keep drinking and laughing and before I know it, Derek really is dancing on my lap. My dick gets hard, and I consider taking Cody up on his offer of the spare room when I remember all we have to do is head to his floor and I can get him naked.
“On that note…I think it’s time for us to go home.” I push to my feet with Derek in my arms.
“Oh. What strong arms you have,” he says and we all laugh again.
I set him down, and we say our good-byes. The second we’re back in his condo, I strip him naked and fill his ass the way we both fucking love. I’m kneeling on his bed and he is too, his back against my chest, his arm behind him and wrapped around my neck.
“So good, Daddy…” he says.
“God, I wish I could unload my balls inside you,” I tell him. “I’d fill your little hole so fucking good.” I jack his dick and he takes my mouth and then his ass is squeezing my cock and his come is running down my fingers. It’s all I need and then I’m fucking through my own orgasm as well. My vision gets blurry and my body starts tingling and fuck, if this rubber wasn’t between us, I really would fill him up.
“Jesus,” I say as my body starts to come down. I lay him down, then toss the condom into the trash, before pulling him close to me. My fingers are still sticky from his jizz.
“You know, I’m on PrEP, and I get tested often. If we got tested together, we could. We said this ass is all yours, but I understand if you don’t want to—”
“I do. Don’t fucking think I don’t.” I lick his come off my fingers. “We’ll talk about it later.” I kiss his head. Smile when he rubs his ass against my softening cock.
“I wish you could stay in me all night,” Derek tells me and I fucking tremble.
“Christ, you make me so damn crazy. I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss his forehead. It tastes like sweat. Derek turns toward me, runs his tongue along my neck and collarbone.
“I can’t get enough of you either.”
“You don’t mind if I go next weekend?” I ask him.
“Of course I don’t.”
“They don’t know.”
He shakes his head and tries to turn away, but I hold his chin so he can’t. “Don’t look away from Daddy when he’s talking to you.”
“You’re really fucking good at this for someone who’s only been with one person before me.”
“It feels right,” I tell him because it does. “Feels like me. Now stop changing the subject. They don’t know.”
He pauses, then says, “No…they don’t. Only you.”
“Because I saw you by accident.”
This time when he looks away, I let him but only because he’s burrowing his face in my neck and licking at my skin again. “No…I have a feeling you would have known regardless. I would have told you.”
My heart goes wild and I pull him close. I feel his breath on my skin and his pulse against mine.
“That’s because you’re Daddy’s good boy,” I tell him, and my voice cracks when I do.
“Yes,” he replies and then I hold him the rest of the night.
28
Derek
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Gary says between heavy breaths. “We can stop for like two seconds, right?”
“What are you complaining about?” Hayden asks. “This is a breeze after all our practice runs.”
“You obviously weren’t up all night getting reamed by a fat cock.”
“Shows what you know,” Hayden says with a wink before adjusting the red sweatband around his head, which matches his shorts.
“Pfft,” I interject. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both amateurs.”
Hayden shakes his head. “Everyone’s an amateur next to you.”
I run between my buddies as we finish the last stretch of the 10K with the crowd that makes its way through Boulder Crest Park. It’s a good turnout, which is reassuring because last year wasn’t so great. But it means a lot to me to see so many people caring about an event that will raise so much for Alzheimer’s research. As we work together, nearing the finish line, I think about how fucking lucky I am to have friends like Hayden and Gary who, when I suggested this, said yes without skipping a beat. Not even knowing why I wanted to do it. Not asking questions. Just signing up because I asked them to. I figure, like with Jackson, they know something’s up. It’s not every day that I suggest we participate in a fundraiser, and even though I used the hottie boys who’d be in the run as my excuse, I doubt they totally bought it considering there are plenty of similar fundraisers and events that I’ve never asked them to be involved in.