It was a morning unlike any other Heath had ever experienced. Currently, Heath's ankles were held up by Sethis using them as handlebars to ride Heath. His thick, juicy cock was using Heath's tight stretched hole as his masturbation toy. Heath had awaken that morning to another man in his bed - that man had been hard as steel. That was how Sethis awoke to Heath deep-throating his morning wood. Heath was so enamored by the availability of dick in his life, he couldn't wait to worship it like the monument it was. Sethis had taken control of the submissive man and had Heath spread his legs and present himself like the bitch in heat he was. Sethis was in no mood to hurry his baby-making session and lazily humped Heath. Heath's own large tool oozed precum in a dripping pattern across his rotund belly. Sethis decided he really wanted to see how many times he could make Heath cum, so he wound both of his hands around Heath's penis and used the man's fountain of precum to slick and grease up the man's tool. Being hit from both sides brought Heath to yet another level of pleasure where all he could do was melt into the sensation of being milked while fucked. Sethis began to get into it and hurried his pace, pummeling Heath's prostate like a speedbag. Heath was no match for the waves and waves of ecstasy and began spraying watery cum all over his stomach and chest. Sethis leaned in, uncaring of Heath's wet jizz gluing them together. He kissed Heath, gently at first, then rough as he began reaching his own orgasm.
"Fill me up. I need your cum inside me!"
"God, I love you talking dirty. Let me hear how much you want it."
"Please, I need your seed. Cum inside me. Fill me with everything you've got."
Heath tightens up his anal grip on his partner's piece and get rewarded with one big final slam of his cock going as deep as it'll go before unloading all his balls can offer.
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It was a good morning. I got to wake up and go absolutely wild fucking this bigger man. God, I'm going to have to find work around here. Getting ass like that was addictive. And Heath seems to like taking it as much as I love giving it. The last time I had ass this good, I was paying for it. Too bad I had to go to work. It had been only a few days, but Heath would finish his weapon today and it'd probably be another week at the minimum before he'd be back. It's a sudden goodbye when I have a repaired weapon on my side. I confirm I can see Heath again before I head to the road. A warrior's work is never done.
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It had been less than an hour, but Heath still wished Sethis didn't need to go. The virile younger man had awoken something new and insatiable inside him. His hole felt gaping and he knew he couldn't wait for Sethis to come back to fill it. He had tasted what it felt like to be used by a man and he was immediately addicted. For once, he was stirred to action. Usually, the evenings were spent in the quiet of his house wishing for company of the fuckable kind. But he had a dragon to chase. He, Heath, was planning to go to the city! There was a magical place he'd heard of only from being taunted. Being the only gay man was just another thing that made him different from the people of the village. Men his age he'd grown up with would tease he belonged at "The Smooth Ride," a bar notorious for being a place gay men could get together and fornicate like rabbits. Heath had secretly always wanted to go, but there were always so many reasons to not that felt so suddenly juvenile. A fire was lit - would it be a candle burning out? Or the start of a very long fuse leading to places Heath never imagined he'd go?
He was on the next merchant cart out the next day. It would only take about half the day to travel there, stay a few nights (as that was all he could afford having little savings), and then return to everyday life.
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It's late afternoon once Heath finally arrives in the city. Its rooftops catch the sun. Its streets bustle with people going about their days, their voices weave together in a constant hum of life. It's the city's heartbeat. And then it occurs to him - no one here knows who I am. No bad blood from his late dad's reputation. No judgment from his stern and hardened demeanor. Apparently, I have a resting bitch face and people assume I'm looking down on them. Here, maybe things would be different. The room I'm staying in is small, little more than a cot and a washbasin, but it’s clean, and the door locks. That’s all I need. Then, I go to find the red-light district. There are women in revealing outfits I actually feel nervous to look at. One of them sees me and walks over.
"Hey there big guy? I would definitely remember seeing you before~"
"Uh, hi. I'm, uh, well I guess my name's not important."
"I wouldn't say that. My name's Claudia."
I slip into professional mode to stop acting like some boy seeing a tit for the first time.
"My name's Heath. Nice to meet you."
"What are you here for, hon?"
"The, uh, The Smooth Ride. Would you know where it is?"
Her eyes widen with immediate interest.
"Oh you HAVE to let me bring you there! Those boys are going to drink you up like a fine wine!"
Damn my face, I can feel a blush rise to my cheeks. I bring a forearm up to guard my mouth which is quirked into a creepy smile at the possibility I could be popular. I'm sure she's being flattering. I'm lead to a building I thought would look more risqué, but it's build with privacy in mind. The only feature noting it's location is the sign above the door reading "The Smooth Ride."
"Wait here!"
Claudia shuffles into the door, leaving me standing off to the side. A slim, young guy walking towards the door stops and stares at me before collecting himself and walking into the building. Claudia's voice can be heard for a moment.
"I know, right!?"
What kind of flame is she forging in there?
Claudia peeks her head out, sees me obediently waiting where she left me, and then exits. As she walks past me, she reaches a hand to my collarbone and brushes it down my broad shoulders.
"Have fun, big guy!"
.........into the flames then. Girding my loins, I push open the door.
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My eyes are drawn to the well-stoked bar with an older man bartending. The man has a thoughtful and refined appearance with bright, curly, silver locks of hair cascading down to his shoulders in soft waves. His eyes notice me like the other bar patrons. As he pushes up his glasses, his movements are precise, perhaps habitual, indicating a composed and analytical nature. He has an air of quiet confidence about him.
"Welcome. Can I get you a drink?"
I take a seat at the bar, internally praying the bar stool doesn't break under me.
"Do you have any recommendations for drinks?"
"I'd recommend the Rough Ride. It's a drink with a bite, a burn, and a whisper of something you can’t quite place."
The handsome older man mixes a smoky bourbon with a dash of blackcurrant liqueur and a touch of spiced honey. Then he drops in some kind of tincture and stirs it over a carved ice sphere. Just when I think he's done, he adds a drop of absinthe and a twist of orange peel, flamed to release the oils.
"One sip, and you’ll swear you can taste the past, the heat of a dying fire, the ghost of something that should’ve been.”
"Thank you."
The drink has a pleasant taste with something that burns gently at the back of my throat. I drink down the whole thing before I know it.
"That was delicious!"
"Thank you, young man."
"Ah. My name's Heath."
"You can call me Mr. Tau."
I glance around and see the few men in the bar whispering while looking at me.
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The door creaks open, letting in a slant of dying sunlight that stretches long across the floor. After Claudia came in to taunt that "meat is on the menu," all eyes were pinned to the door, so we were expecting it, but the chatter in the bar still falters a moment as the figure steps inside, silhouetted against the golden glow of the late afternoon. The man is as tall as the doorway with equal parts muscle and fat to his build. His boots clicking against the worn wooden planks, unhurried yet deliberate. A couple of the regulars glance up from their drinks, eyes lingering just a second too long before turning back to their glasses. The man pushes the door shut behind him, sealing out the world beyond, and in the dim light, his features take shape. The kind of face that’s seen too much but says too little. Shadows catch in the hollows of his cheeks, and his gaze sweeps the room, cool and unreadable. Not searching, just seeing. He strides toward the bar, each step measured, the weight of him felt even in silence. No words yet, but something about him says he’s not just passing through. Not yet. Well, the boys will eat well tonight, lucky kids.
----Meanwhile with Heath----
*internal gay panic ensuing*
Why is everyone just looking at me? Is this good? Is this bad? Was I disappointing? Do they not like what they see after all? Could one of these people take me to bed later? What if I had more than one encounter at a time!? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-
"-sir?"
I'm snapped back to reality to see the amicable looking bartender waiting for me to talk.
"Sorry. What?"
"What brings you here today?"
"Oh, uh..."
I'm feeling goddamn bashful again. Get it together.
"I've heard of this place before and I wanted to see it while I was in town."
"You'll have to stay until prime time here. See it in all its glory. For now though, I hope you enjoy yourself. Let me know if you need anything."
I sip my drink and glance around the room. The few men here are seated at tables. One guy actually sees me looking and walks over to sit next to me at the bar.
"What are you drinking, big guy~"
"Uh, the drink had a suggestive name. It was called a-"
Mr. Tau chimes in from the other end of the bar.
"A Rough Ride sir."
"That."
I turn back to the stranger who approached me. He's slim, short, and wearing a green linen tunic paired with grey hose that leaves little to the imagination on what he's packing.
"So, you new to town?"
"Ah, just... passing through."
"Well, leave some guys for the rest of us."
"What... do you mean?"
"Ah, you must not know how it works. See this?"
He points to a black piece of felt around his neck like a collar.
"Around the neck means you're looking for a top. Around the arm means you're looking for a bottom. Both means you're versatile."
Glancing around, I can see the people at the tables are indeed wearing cloths around their necks and upper arms.
"So, how about you? Me and my friends are hoping you're a top."
The bartender Mr. Tau puts a long cloth on the bar countertop in front of me. Feeling all the eyes in the room on my back, I nervously tie the felt around my neck. There's a few audible sighs, probably disappointment. On second glance, it looks like most of the people here are either bottoms like me. The few versatile people are already at tables. The ratio of tops to bottoms seems to be largely in favor of the bottoms. Maybe once things pick up, I can find someone...
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The big guy’s a bottom. Didn’t see that coming. Guess that’s what I get for assuming. He’s not like the others here - or rather, not like all the other bottoms. He’s strong, broad-shouldered, hairy, masculine - the kind of man who looks like he should be leading the charge into battle, not waiting to be swept off his feet. Most of the bottoms here lean into being small, lithe, or outright feminine.
I scrub out a used mug, sneaking another glance his way. Can’t pretend he’s not my type. He’s exactly my type.
It’d be so easy to indulge, just once in a while. After all, I wear this armband for a reason - mostly to comply with the dress code, but still, I am a top.
But I’ve been burned before. Fling turned attachment turned regret. Best to keep my distance, let the yearning stay just that—distant. Imaginary.
Easier that way.
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The evening crowd settles in. I'm so uncertain about how to go about... this. This is a new world I don't know. I don't know what to say. How to look. Anything! And worse, no one seems to be taking the initiative either. I thought I was supposed to be popular here, but it seems like I'm fading into the background instead. I can go somewhere new, but I'm still me at the end of the day... I wind up just staring into my drink, idly rolling the glass between my fingers. Nearby, two men are making out passionately. Lucky bastards. Maybe it was time to leave... A smooth familiar voice reaches out to me. Mr. Tau has made his way back to my lonely area of the bar.
"Can I get you another drink?"
"No... I was thinking I'd actually close my tab soon."
"I've noticed you've been in your own world. Not enjoying yourself?"
"I think I just had... unrealistic expectations coming here."
Amidst the noise of the bar, Mr. Tau wipes down the counter.
"What's on your mind?"
"...nothing really. Just... nothing."
"That kind of nothing weighs more than something, doesn’t it?"
"That... hits close to home."
Mr. Tau pours another drink, sliding the glass toward me.
"On the house."
Not wanting to refuse the kind gesture, I take it, letting the warmth of the whiskey settle in my chest. For the first time today, I feel a little less alone.
Then, with an alarming crack, my barstool gives out beneath me.
I crash backward, flailing, and collide with something solid. A moment later, liquid splashes over me, too much liquid, accompanied by the unmistakable shatter of glass. Stunned, drenched, and smelling like a distillery, I sit frozen in the wreckage, realizing with horror what just happened.
The entire bar has gone silent.
I look down. The "something" I crashed into? A server. A very unfortunate server who had been carrying a full tray of drinks.
A few patrons try, and fail, to stifle laughter. I hear it anyway.
"Are you okay?"
Mr. Tau materializes beside me, already offering a hand.
"Watch the glass."
"I'm sorry. I'll clean it up."
My face is burning.
"Don't. These things happen. A server will handle it."
He steadies me, then nods toward the back.
"Come with me. I’ve got some spare clothes that might fit."
"Maybe I should just go."
Get cleaned up. Go home. Just get out of here. Mr. Tau doesn’t give me the chance. He signals another bartender to take over, then gently steers me away from the judgmental stares. He speaks in a low and kind voice.
"Come on, let’s get you sorted."
And just like that, he saves me, at least a little, from drowning in my own humiliation.
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Heath grumbles something unintelligible, part embarrassment, part resignation. His large frame made it impossible to disappear into the background, but at least in the dimly lit backroom, away from the prying eyes of patrons, he could breathe.
The backroom shelves are stacked with liquor bottles and old ledgers. Mr. Tau digs through a small trunk and gets a set of spare clothes.
"Take that off, no sense in sitting in it."
Heath hesitates for a moment, but the weight of sticky fabric against his skin was miserable. With a sigh, he peels off his shirt, revealing a thick spread of dark hair across his broad chest and stomach. He glances up in time to catch something unreadable flicker across Mr. Tau’s face.
The bartender steps closer, the air between them growing warmer despite the lingering chill of damp clothes.
"I’ve got a towel for you sir."
As he hands it over, his voice dips thoughtfully. His gaze wasn’t judgmental - if anything, it lingered a moment too long. Heath swallows hard.
"Appreciate it."
Mr. Tau leans against a table, arms folding across his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms marked with the subtle strength of a man who had spent years working with his hands.
"You know, you take hits well."
His eyes drift over Heath’s solid frame. "Didn’t even flinch when that tray came down on you."
Heath huffed a laugh, rubbing the towel over his chest.
"You look good when you smile."
"Ah..."
Heath is lost in thought over getting a compliment, so he doesn't notice Mr. Tau's gaze slid lower, not just watching, but assessing. Appreciating. Heath pulls on the new shirt that, of course, doesn't fit around his arms or stomach. He tries to hide how embarrassed he is and doesn't notice Mr. Tau drinking in Heath's treasure trail with his eyes.
"So tell me, Mr..?"
"Heath."
"So, Mr. Heath, what brought you to The Smooth Ride? And be honest, I've got experience telling when someone isn't being honest. You won't shock me with the truth."
"I..."
Heath hesitates, struggling to put out the words he knows. They rest reluctantly on his tongue, but he has a fear of putting words to a wish - like speaking it aloud would allow him to earnestly want it. Easier to be disappointed when you don't put it out into the universe.
Mr. Tau doesn’t feel like the type to judge. There’s something steady about him, something that reminds Heath of the older men from his village; the ones who had shown him kindness when others hadn’t.
"I... wanted to..."
The words catch in his throat. His courage falters. Instead of finishing, he reaches up and loosens the cloth around his neck, letting it fall away.
"This."
Mr. Tau studies him for a moment, then nods, utterly unfazed.
"Well, there’s no shame in that. Sex is natural. Hell, it’s the whole appeal of this place."
Heath exhales sharply, shaking his head. "Doesn’t matter. I don’t fit in here. I thought maybe I'd find my people here. Like everything would click together and I'd... belong... somewhere for once."
"That's a tall order for one place to fulfill."
"I know. I know that. I just had high hopes is all."
"Well, those guys out there are missing out."
"..."
Mr. Tau clocks that sadness he can't hide behind his eyes anymore and wonders what this man's story is. He feels that old stirring of curiosity that's gotten him into problems so many times. But alas, Mr. Tau keeps making the same mistakes over and over again.
"Well then..."
A slow, knowing smile tugs at Mr. Tau’s lips. He pushes off the counter, stepping closer, close enough that Heath could smell the faint scent of cedarwood and spice clinging to his shirt. Mr. Tau reaches out first, fingers brushing lightly over Heath’s wrist, deliberate. Waiting.
Waiting for Heath to decide if he’d pull away.
He doesn’t.
Mr. Tau isn’t just offering kindness anymore. There was something else simmering beneath that easy, practiced calm.
"You, uh… you always take care of your customers like this?"
"Only the ones I like."
Heat curls low in Heath’s stomach. He should probably say something and break the tension. With a hesistant hand, Heath places his palm on the olderman chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"You like me?"
"I do. I can't deny I've been eyeing you since you walked in. My shift is almost done and my house is nearby. Want to come and take your clothes off again? I liked what I saw."
"I'd... like that."
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The walk to Mr. Tau’s house is quiet, but the air between them hums with possibilities. Heath feels the heat of Mr. Tau’s presence beside him, steady and sure, as if guiding him toward something inevitable. His heart soars at achieving what he came for. Just when he was most ready to give up, he got one of the most handsome older men he'd ever met.
Heath steps into the darkness of Mr. Tau's house. When Mr. Tau closes the door behind him, he can barely seen anything which is why he's surprised when Mr. Tau's soft, broad hands slide around his exposed midsection. Heath already knows he won’t leave tonight.
"Mmm, you feel warm."
His voice is low and rich, heavy with intention. There’s no rush as he lifts my shirt off, just the quiet, patient act of peeling away layers. Heath lets him, standing still as strong fingers work the fabric up and over his head, the cool air prickling against his bare skin.
"You really are built like a fortress."
Mr. Tau's hands trail over Heath’s broad shoulders, down the expanse of his chest, mapping the coarse hair with a reverence that makes Heath shiver. Heath exhales, his own fingers hesitating at the hem of Mr. Tau’s shirt. The man watches him, waiting, letting Heath set the pace.
So he does.
Heath lifts Mr. Tau’s shirt over his head, revealing the firm muscle beneath. His skin is a deep, sun-warmed brown and across it, fine white hairs dust his chest and stomach, catching the low light. The hair thickens slightly over his sternum, tapering down in a narrow trail along his stomach, hinting at the strength beneath. He’d expected Mr. Tau to be built, but seeing him bare like this, quiet under Heath's gaze, holding himself with confidence, sends a slow heat curling in Heath’s stomach and to hit dick. Mr. Tau watches him, a knowing glint in his eye.
"Like what you see?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I do."
The space between them disappears in a slow, deliberate pull. Heath barely has time to take a steadying breath before Mr. Tau’s lips meet his - warm, firm, unhurried. A hand settles at the small of Mr. Tau’s back while the other cups his jaw, tilting his head just enough to deepen the kiss.
Heath hums in approval, the sound vibrating against Mr. Tau's lips. An occasional sigh slips free as their bodies press together, skin to skin, the fine hairs on Mr. Tau’s chest tickling against Heath’s own. Heath lets out a low groan as Mr. Tau nips at his lower lip, then soothes it with another slow, lingering kiss. The older man takes his time, savoring the moment, knowing he has all night to savor this man.
Heath undoes the button on Mr. Tau's pants, reaches into the fabric, and grip his hardening penis. The electricity has been building between them for a long time and they can't help but shed the last of their clothes. Heath goes down on his knees, eager to sample Mr. Tau's ripened fruits. The smell alone is amazing. It's a deeply masculine smell that makes my mouth water.
"Ah, I'm sorry. It's dirty, isn't it? I should go wash it first-"
The smell is absolutely intoxicating. I lick all over the unwashed skin, treasuring the salty taste. The flesh under his foreskin has a tangy, welcoming new flavor. His dick seems to get even bigger by the time I've licked every inch of his shaft. Next on the tasting menu, his big old bull balls, each one dropping low like juicy fruit. Mr. Tau takes a handful of my hair and yanks my head to where my mouth aligns with his prick before gripping my head with both hands. He pulls me forcefully to the root of his pecker. I gag around the man's length it's so fat down my throat. Once I start breathing through my nose, it gets easier to enjoy the blowjob thoroughly.
"Let me sit down."
The blowjob continues once Mr. Tau is seated. Heath's pace is slower and methodical, but Mr. Tau has other plans. Gripping Heath's hair with both hands, he vigorously skull fucks Heath's mouth. He gags and spits up until he can get his breathing under control. Then Heath is in hog heaven. His thoughts and needs all revolve around being of use to his man. Being used like a toy makes Heath leak a small puddle on the floor. Mr. Tau pistons like he has nothing else to do - Heath could spend all night like this, but that spot inside him aches for this man to make his hole a sloppy mess. With a roar, Mr. Tau orgasms. Even though he's cumming, he doesn't stop fucking my throat, pumping his throat full of spunk. Once he's done, he lets me off of his uncut meat. Once Heath is finally let off, he mounts the couch and turns around on his hands and knees, ass in the air.
"Mr. Tau. If you don't mind, please use my hole."
I want, no need, this dominating man inside me! Mr. Tau doesn’t make me wait long. He stands, his presence towering, and guides me forward until I’m bent over the couch. His palm smooths over my skin before he draws back and brings it down in a sharp, deliberate slap. I gasp at the sting blooming across my skin. Then another. And another. Each strike lands with practiced precision, the heat spreading, the ache settling deep. My body reacts instinctively, sinking into the sensation, craving more. By the time he’s finished, my skin is flushed, throbbing, the imprint of his hand lingering like a brand. I shudder, breath unsteady, waiting, knowing he isn’t done with me yet. Then finally, something warm and slick oils his pucker before a better something hard and thick slides between my buttocks. Even though my sensitive rump throbs, inside me, something throbs with increasing need. I slide my ass up and down the length of his powerful cock, hoping to entice him. For his part, he only holds onto my waist, letting me do all the work. It takes all my willpower not to line up the shot and have him inside me. I'm enjoying this feeling of being dominated by a powerful, aggressive man, but there's a deep, yearning urge to be bred. Needily grinding my ass against his erection, I beg for him to fuck it long and hard, desperate for his cock inside of me.
"Please! Please fuck me. Make me your bitch! I can't stand the wait anymore! Please, please, stick your big cock inside me. Fill me with your seed!"
My wish is finally granted! Mr. Tau finally buries himself deep inside and I moan, pushing my hips back to accept his firm flesh. I feel so complete, finally getting what I came here for. Slowly, his hips begin to pull back and I bark an animalistic sound as it's returned to its place deep inside. The couch rocks as Mr. Tau brutally fucks me behind. I clench, eager to make this man feel as good as I'm feeling. Every thrust teases out more cum from my loins; I'm sure I'm leaving a trail on his couch as I hold on for dear life. From behind, I feel the slapping of his hips as he slides in and out of my tight hole.
"Gods yes! You're fucking me so hard. So deep!"
My anus is so full and feels so bloated. His dick is amazing - never in Heath's life did he think he'd find himself stuffed like a goose dinner by a handsome man old enough to be his elder. I watch as he focuses on fucking me. Mr. Tau fucks like he doesn’t care if I cum or not, and pounds away like he's punishing me. Regardless, I'm in absolute bliss again and again.
"Gods, you're tight. I don't have the stamina I used to - I'm going to cum!"
"Cum in me! Fill me up!"
He unloads a practical fountain of cum inside me. I can't hold back and don't want to either, cumming long and hard. Both of us moan together, his chest presses against my back, and we spasm together, relishing in the afterglow. Mr. Tau gently kisses my shoulder. I shiver with delight - my whole body feels hypersensitive. When he finally sides out, his creamy seed spills down my thighs.
"Holy shit."
"Agreed. I needed that."
"Me too."
Satisfied and spent, we make our way to the bedroom to, ironically, not sleep. I'm laying on my side beside Mr. Tau, one leg held in the air with Mr. Tau's prick sliding in and out of my gaping hole. This is a slower, more intimate fuck. I pant like a bitch in heat while Mr. Tau goes at his own pace. He fires up Heath's own building excitement for a second time, but this pace keeps him at a simmer. Heath pulls away, missing the cock in his ass for a moment while he turns Mr. Tau onto his back. Mounting the older man, he puts his cock back where it belongs, sheathed in him. Heath's never been in this position before and it hits the perfect angle to satisfy him. Mr. Tau, for his part, let's the younger man set the pace for once. Watching his massive dick bounce and leak onto Mr. Tau's stomach turns him on. Knowing the bigger man is pleasuring himself on him hurries his own excitement. He grips his thighs and thrusts mercilessly from below. It's not long before the two climax together, sticky ropes of cum painting Mr. Tau's stomach, chest, and face. They bask in the afterglow until the cum cools on Mr. Tau's body.
"Join me in the bath?"
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The two bathe, attention paid especially to the genitals, until the two are hard again. Like rabbits, they go for another round, water splashing, voices groaning. They wind up needing to catch their breaths, overheated by the water.
"I'm loving this, don't get me wrong, but I'm going to be a shriveled husk of a man if we keep going at it like this."
"I think sleep sounds good. Gods know we worked up a good night's rest."
Spent, balls drained, they make their way to the bedroom, this time getting under the covers. The two curl up together, Heath spooning the smaller man.
"Uh, this is awkward, but what's your first name. I only know you as Mr. Tau."
"Bao. Bao Tau."
"Thanks Bao."
"Good night Heath."
The two have some of the best sleep they've ever had.
