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I met Deputy Sayers on my first consultation trip to work at VestVac Industries. Why they had their main factory in the middle of nowhere still puzzles me. The drive to the little town of Hidden had taken about 30 minutes. I had stopped at the Hidden Hotel and Diner to have something to eat and wait for the company’s representative to meet me and take me the rest of the way to their campus.
The sheriff was finishing his lunch at the counter. I sat two stools away from him, and we struck up a brief conversation. He knew I was a stranger, and he asked me the usual questions. Deputy Sayers came in soon after and took the stool between us.
I found the Deputy attractive from the outset. It wasn’t that he was extra handsome. He had a normal hair-cut with his brown hair parted on the side. His bangs were combed back except for this tiny bunch that refused to remain with the rest and curled toward his forehead. His neat, brown eyebrows were not manicured, nor were they out of control. They framed bright green eyes with slightly darker than average lashes. His medium-strong nose was just the right size for his rectangular face with a strong, but not protruding, chin with just the hint of a cleft. He had full lips that were neither too large nor too small. His high cheekbones had just a hint of pink that I attributed to the cold weather outside. Of course, he had a moustache. Don’t most cops? His was a lighter shade of brown than his hair and what I was told was a painter’s brush. Each side almost touched in the center and extended just past the outer edge of his lips. It fit his face. I sensed that without it he would have a boyish appearance. He had an athletic built as far as I could tell with all the equipment he was wearing.
I noticed immediately that he had no belly hanging over his belt, and I surmised that he was in his late 20s, just like me. I also noticed that he ordered chicken soup and water, the same thing I ordered. He gave me no indication that he had the slightest interest in me except that I noticed he was looking at me using the mirror behind the counter. I assumed, at first, that he did that with all the strangers in town.
We exchanged pleasantries and laughed a little at having ordered the same meal. I gave him my cell phone number as I suggested that we might meet up the next time I came to town, and he could show me what people did for entertainment. I did my best not to show him how attracted I was to him.
Just as I was finishing the soup, Mr. Dullesville came in to lead me to the factory where I would be doing my work. I looked back as I left and saw that the deputy was watching me leave, using the mirror again. I nodded to let him know that I saw him. That look gave me hope that he might be interested in me as well.
On my way to the factory, I noted that the town was situated on a gentle slope that began at the base of a cliff and continued to a flat plain about 20 miles away. To the north and west of the town, things were more mountainous. Along the road, early spring flowers were beginning to bloom, and there seemed to be a beauty there that I hadn’t experienced anywhere else. I began to contemplate living in that small town that found itself almost a mile above sea level and nestled next to a cliff.
About a week and a half later, I was back in my cramped apartment in Dallas. The traffic just to get to the grocery store was awful. I had always hated big city life, and I wondered why I was here. I remember standing at my bedroom window looking across the breezeway when the telephone chimed that I had received a text message.
It was from Deputy Sayers, and it included his first name. When the sheriff introduced me, he didn’t tell me his first name. The message was brief. “Figured it’d be easier if you told me when you’re coming again. Now you have my number. Brian Sayers.”
I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I pictured his face. I repeated his name in my head. I knew it was stupid. The chances of his being attracted to me were very small. I forced myself to face reality. A guy like that probably screwed half the girls in town or possibly all five of them. He probably had a good number in college, and based on birth control success rates, he’s probably got at least one illegitimate kid somewhere. Still, I imagined the two of us looking at the stars through a telescope and his reaching over to hold my hand.
“Stop it,” I said out loud. Then I picked up the phone and texted back. “Will be in town on the 17th. Meet me at the lunch counter at 12:30? Daniel.”
A few moments later, “Works for me I’m off that day.”
My heart started beating faster; I was like a schoolboy with his first crush. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I went to Zillow and began looking at properties to purchase. One of them grabbed my attention: an old farmhouse in need of TLC on ten acres. The photos showed a house in need of a good paint job and a good cleaning. I wondered whether it might need major renovation, such as insulation and a new HVAC system. I called the real estate agent, and after discussing things with her, I called a renovation expert. I told him about my concerns and asked him to get with an inspector and give me an evaluation. Four days later, I bought the place. No matter what, I told myself, it was better than staying in that little room they had for me at that factory. At the worst, it was a vacation home, a place to retire to. At best, well, I wasn’t very realistic.
The 17th came. I was seated at the counter when Brian came in. I was surprised that he came dressed in his uniform. I shook his hand; it felt warm and strong. I noticed for the first time that he stood about five-ten. The blood rushed to my groin. I’m six-one, and I’ve always found guys who are a little shorter than I am to be a little extra sexy. “Just getting off work?” I asked. Then I was sure I notice an air of disappointment.
“Actually,” his lips pressed tightly together, “I’m going in after we eat. Dwayne Crenshaw is sick, and our shifts have been moved around. I told them I couldn’t go in until two because of a meeting. I’m really sorry.”
“Well, of course, I’m disappointed, but I’d be an asshole if I didn’t realize that your job is really important and that things happen.”
“Thanks for that. What are we having?” He sat on the stool and looked at me in earnest.
“I thought that I’d let you decide. You know what’s on the menu and what’s good.”
“Is Ruthie cooking today?” he asked the man behind the counter.
“Sure thing.”
“Then let’s have two deluxe cheeseburgers, well-done, with onion rings.” He turned to me. “She makes the best burgers in the universe.”
We made a lot of small talk. He told me that he’d planned to show me around town, and after those fifteen minutes were spent, he was going to show me his grandparents’ old place. I agreed that we would do that on another day, and after the meal, he went to work. I was disappointed, but as we talked, I got the feeling that he liked me. Maybe we were destined to be really good friends, but I had hoped he would whisper to me that he was really into me. I left the diner with no real plans to meet him again. My next few days were filled with meetings, and then I flew back to Dallas.
I headed to the farmhouse. I have to say that I was impressed by the work that had already been done. My renovation expert/contractor told me that there wasn’t much work in the area, and he thought he could get things going rather quickly. All the siding had been removed. The inspector had informed me that most of the boards were rotten, most from dry rot, and he recommended replacing all of them. The renovation expert had suggested beaded clapboard siding. He told me it would go well with the style of the house. Plus removing the siding would make for a more efficient way of rewiring and insulating the house, not to mention spraying the fungicide necessary to prevent future dry rot.
It looked like a lot of work, and I was glad that I hadn’t decided to take it on myself. I walked around the place, made a few mental notes, and headed to my little room at the factory.
After that, my boss told me I could do all my consulting on video conference calls. I continued to text Brian, but his responses were always very short and lacking in any emotion. I talked to him on the phone several times; he always sounded happy to talk with me and mentioned that he was looking forward to the next time we would meet up. I was feeling very depressed when October rolled around and my house renovation was complete. I’d let Brian know which days I’d be there, but he was working on all of them. We were able to squeeze in another lunch. I hugged him when I saw him that time. He hugged back.
I talked about how lonely I was in Dallas and how I looked forward to our meeting even if it was only for lunch. He admitted that his personal life was rather empty as well. I still hadn’t told him about the house. I thought I’d surprise him the next time I saw him in person, but I wasn’t sure when that would be.
When I told my boss about the house, he said he saw no problem with my consulting from home about ninety percent of the time, but that I would need to be willing to come back to Dallas if needed, and he told me that the company would not pay for the travel expenses. I agreed. I kept my Dallas apartment because the rent was less than three hotel stays in cost, and in December, I drove to my new home.
After having stopped in the nearby town to fill up on groceries, I stocked my freezer and pantry. I had told Brian I would be in town the next day; he was scheduled off. He texted me that day to let me know that the weather was expected to be very cold with a chance of heavy snow. I replied that sitting by a fire with a hot beverage would be a great back-up plan. I spent the rest of that day organizing things.
I have to say that I was excited the next day when I woke up. I took a hot shower, dressed warmly, and headed to the garage. I was slapped in the face by some of the coldest weather I’d ever experienced. I was glad the car was in the garage. The drive to town seemed to take forever. Maybe it was my heightened level of anticipation. I spotted Brian going into the hardware store. I hadn’t expected to find him so quickly. He looked sexy in his deerskin coat. I parked next to him and waited for him to come out.
When I saw him approach the register, I got out and stood next to his driver’s side door. I know it was freezing, but at that point, I didn’t feel it.
He walked out of the store and saw me. I smiled.
“Daniel. What are you doing here?” He didn’t sound happy to see me.
“I thought I’d surprise you,” I said rather sheepishly.
“We’re supposed to meet for lunch.”
He approached his car.
“I didn’t want to wait.”
Brian turned around to see if anyone in the store was watching us. “This is not cool, man.”
“What isn’t? One friend meeting up with another?”
“Surprising me and expecting me to be excited like we were boyfriends or something. What the hell’s the matter with you?”
I felt my eyes go misty. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun to surprise you when I saw you here.” I looked into the hardware store and noted a display. “I’m here to get some silicone caulk.” I pulled in my emotions, and I walked past him and into the store. I picked up a tube of caulk and then remembered I needed some picture hangers. I got those and went to the register. I didn’t turn around to see what Brian was doing, but I was sure I heard his truck pull away.
“You know the deputy?” asked the man behind the counter.
I nodded. “Yeah. I met him on my first trip up here.”
“That right? Where are you from?”
“I bought the place on Old Meyer’s Road.”
“That two-story place that just got redone?”
“That’s the one,” I replied.
“Everybody’s been wondering who fixed that up.”
A tear fell from my eye onto the counter. “I guess I’m going to have to get used to the cold; it makes my eyes sting.”
“Hey, sheriff.”
I turned. I hadn’t seen the sheriff come in. “Hello, Sheriff.”
The man behind the counter broke in. “Did you know this is the guy who fixed up the Meyer’s Place.”
“No. I didn’t realize that. We met back in the spring, didn’t we.”
“That’s right,” I nodded. “Daniel White.”
“Friends with Deputy Sayers, right?”
I laughed. “Yep.” I grabbed my stuff from the counter. “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” As I left, I heard an alert come from the sheriff’s phone, at least that’s what I assumed. It sounded like the tornado alert sounds my phone would make sometimes back in Texas. I got in the car and headed home, fighting back the tears the entire way.
I parked the car in the garage and went back into the house. I threw my phone onto the bench near the door. “Fuck!” I screamed over and over. I thought he’d at least be a friend. I said nothing about my feelings; I’d rather have him as a friend in my life than not in my life. “Is what I did so wrong?” I sobbed and put my hands up to my eyes. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself.
“You worthless pussy,” I said to the image in the mirror. “You should have told him months ago how you felt. Then you wouldn’t be stuck in this house in his town.” I looked around. I’d already fallen in love with the house. Yesterday, it seemed perfect.
It was still perfect; I was the one who was out of whack. I shivered. It was getting colder. I went into the living room and looked out. The snow was coming down rather fiercely. I’d purchased some fire logs and decided to light one. Maybe a fire would cheer me up.
With a roaring fire and a cup of hot tea, I sat on the hearth and watched the flames. I was zoning out when I thought I heard a car horn. I did hear a car horn. I went to the window as an old police SUV pulled up next to the house. A lone figure emerged and went to the door and began beating on it.
I opened the door, and there stood Brian.
“Thank the Lord,” he exclaimed. “I was afraid you might be out in this snowstorm.”
“What?” I realized then how hard it was snowing.
“We’re about to get one of the worst storms we’ve had in a long time, and when I couldn’t get you on the phone, I was worried you wouldn’t be safe in the house. I need to go or I won’t get back.” Brian ran back to the SUV. The bitter cold was impossible, but I stood there with the door open watching him. He had come to check on me. But after what he had said, I was confused.
I heard the truck make a cranking noise, but it didn’t turn over.
I signaled him to come back into the house. I’m not sure he saw me. I stepped out into the blizzard and opened the passenger door. “You can’t stay out here. Get in the house. He looked at me, frustration on his face, and then he grabbed a small duffle back from the seat next to him and came into the house.
I closed and locked the door behind us. “Come on in.” We stepped into the area between the kitchen and dining area. We looked at one another without speaking. I didn’t know what to say. Had a policeman had just come to my house to check on me, to warn me about the snow, to make sure I was safe. Or was it my friend who had just done that.
Brian finally spoke. “I’m not prepared to talk about this.”
“OK, but call the station and let them know that you’re OK.” I went into the living room and stared out into the grey swirling void that seemed to be swallowing the house. I could hear him on the phone in the other room, and after he was done, I could hear him walk up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I’ve thought about it and tried to come up with an explanation for my behavior, but I can’t. I just know it was wrong.”
I turned to look at him. His face seemed tense, as though he were trying to maintain control. “Come sit next to the fire with me.” We moved to the hearth and sat with our bodies angled toward the other.
“First, and foremost, Brian, you’re my friend. I never want to do anything that might upset you or hurt you. I need you to know that.”
“I do. I know that. And regardless of what I said, I don’t believe you did anything to hurt or upset me.”
I continued to look at him. The fire danced in his eyes, and as upset as I was that morning, I was ready to forgive him anything.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “You know, I was so angry this morning, and I went into the station. I wanted to talk to the sheriff; he’s like a father to me, but he wasn’t there yet. He came running in saying we had just been alerted to the storm and that it was building rapidly, and the new predictions were that it would be bad. He said that we needed to get the word out. He turned to me and told me to let my friend know. I asked him who he met, and he told me that friend that had just moved into the Meyer’s place. I said, ‘Who?’ again, and he said, ‘That Daniel guy from Texas.’
I was surprised that you were the one who bought this place; well maybe I was more surprised that you hadn’t told me, but I started texting you right away. When you didn’t answer, I called. I was terrified that you had gone walking or something after I had yelled at you. I was so worried that you could get hurt or killed. I think that’s when I faced up to how much I care about you.”
I could see him get misty-eyed. I reached out my hand and touched his fingers with mine.
Brian continued. “My father would beat me for what I’m about to say.”
“But he’s not here. He can’t hurt you, and I’ll accept whatever you say and still call you my friend.”
I saw a small smile on Brian’s face. “I liked you from the first time I met you. I liked you a lot. In fact, I liked you so much that I fought with myself about texting you. And I was so angry that we didn’t get to spend the day together when you came back. I had imagined spending time with you and hoping you might give me a signal that you wanted to be more than friends.
“And,” he paused, “I’m ashamed to say that I worried about what people here would think.”
“I can understand that,” I told him.
“But it’s stupid to think that way. When the military guys come up here and get a room together at the hotel, Ruthie says it’s cute how you can tell they love each other. Then she talks about the old man named Burl. She says everyone knew that he and the foreman of the Currier Ranch had a thing until he died, and nobody gave a shit.
“I should have told you.” He got up and walked to the window and looked out into the dark grey. “It’s not noon yet, and it’s as if it’s early evening.”
I stood behind him, wrapped my arms around him, placed my chin on his shoulder, and pulled us together. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you since the day we met.”
Brian crossed his arms over mine. “I did something illegal, or at least, unethical. I got a copy of your driver’s license, so I could look at your picture. I keep it in my wallet, so it’s always with me.”
I felt a warm feeling come over me when he said that. He turned his head toward mine. I relaxed my arms and moved my hands up to his head and kissed him. He kissed me back. Everything felt right.
He rested his head in the crook of my neck and pulled me to him. I kissed him on the forehead and rubbed my cheek in his hair. It was soft; the feeling was sensual. The scent of Old Spice was barely perceptible.
“If this is love,” he said, “I like it.”
“I think it is. It has to be.”
We continued to snuggle next to the window. Brian looked up at me and kissed me again. “I can’t believe how warm this house is now.”
“Are you saying that I’m making you all hot and bothered?”
“Well, you are, but that’s not what I mean. When I was a kid, this house was always cold in the winter.”
“You were here as a kid?”
“My grandparents lived here. Floyd and Abigail Meyer. I loved this house, but it had fallen into such disrepair that I knew I could never afford to fix it up. You must be mortgaged out your ass.”
I decided to tell him later that I had paid cash (I had a good job and healthy savings). “Let’s go have lunch.”
A huge gust of wind shrieked and pushed against the house. I could hear the bones of the house creak and moan as it resisted. The lights in the kitchen flickered. The snow had already piled up over two feet near the house with drifts even higher.
“During the last major storm, we were snowed in for over a week. People up here prepare for stuff like that.”
“I stocked everything because I didn’t want to do a fifty-mile trip to get a loaf of bread.” I interlaced my fingers with his and pulled him toward the kitchen. Looking out the window, I could barely see his SUV. “I’m so glad it didn’t start.”
Brian nuzzled against my arm. “So am I.”
Using the raised hearth as a table, the two of us ate lunch by the fire. We talked openly for the first time about our fears growing up, our self-realizations, failures to gain life-time friends during college, and the loneliness of our mid-twenties. We both sensed a real kinship with the other and began to truly believe that we had within them the power to make our budding relationship last.
As we walked to the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher, Brian again commented on how the house was different, and yet the same. I told him how I had insisted that I didn’t want the floorplan changed. I wanted new cabinets, no wallpaper, hardwood floors with rugs, and a different shower in the master bedroom. I wanted modern LED lighting. The main change in the house is the new siding and the basement.
“I loved the old basement,” Brian exclaimed. It was so much fun playing down there.”
“Well, the walls were beginning to crumble, and the house was settling unevenly. Since the basement was only five feet, and damp in some places, they raised the house, dug a new basement that’s seven and a half feet tall, and lowered the house on it. I didn’t want the house to be any higher from the ground. It sits three inches lower. The cisterns are also gone; I had them dig a new well. Do you want to see the basement?”
“Why don’t we do that later.” I saw Brian bite his upper lip. “Maybe we could check out the new shower, and I could scrub your back.”
“You mean check it out as in taking a shower in it, together?” I grinned.
“Am I being presumptuous?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked. I’m not sure I could deny him anything.
“Of course not. We’ll get squeaky clean.” I led him upstairs, and he marveled at how bright everything was. When we got to the bathroom, I took out a new toothbrush. “This one is yours. It’s your favorite color.”
“How did you know?”
“You wrote it once in a text when I told you I had thought about buying an orange car, but it only had a black interior. You told me orange was your favorite color.”
“And you remembered?” He began to sob.
“What is it? What’s the matter, Brian?”
“My own fucking family can’t remember my birthday, and you remember my favorite color from a couple of words I wrote in a text.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “I can’t help it. I memorize everything about you. In a few minutes, I’ll be memorizing more facts about you.”
He looked up at me.
“You know. What your pecs look like, how perky your nipples are, how hair your chest and legs are.” Then I whispered, “The size and shape of your dick.”
He smiled.
“Here, I have some multicolored toothpaste for you.” I put Aquafresh(R) Extreme Cleaning on his brush and handed it to him. I put some on mine as well. I set the kitchen timer for two minutes. I could sense the look he was giving me. “It’s one of my quirks.” I started the shower as I continued to brush my teeth. I rinsed out my mouth, rinsed off my toothbrush, and started tugging at Brian’s shirt.
He started to tug at mine. “I was first,” I complained. “Mine won’t come off with my arms like this.”
“Then you should have unbuttoned mine before trying to pull it over my head.”
I let go, and my shirt came off. I walked up to him, kissed him, and began to unbutton his shirt.
“You’re too slow,” he complained.
“You won’t be saying that in a little while.” I wrapped my lips on his ear lobe, then I removed his shirt. His chest was so sexy. His pecs were hairy, but his abdomen only had a small trail that disappeared in his pants. His hair was straight, too. I love straight chest hair. I wanted to grab a brush and play with it, but Brian unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. I looked down at his Captain America underwear and was completely distracted.
“What happens when I rub Captain America’s shield?”
“His powers grow.” Brian tried to form an evil grin, but he only managed a smirk.
I pulled my pants and underwear off together, and my erection was a full salute. Brian pulled off his underwear. I could tell his dick was swelling to meet its potential. Uncut and growing to a little over six inches, his cock was a temptation. I grabbed it for the first time and pulled him into the shower with me. I had imagined a quiet romantic shower with a gentle lathering of our skin. Instead, we were laughing, grabbing each other’s dicks, trying to shove the other to his knees.
We were serious again when we stepped out of the shower into the cold room. Brian tried to fake a British accent (or maybe it was Scottish, Irish, or Welch--it was awful nonetheless). “It’s fucking cold, mate.” (The last part was Australian--I don’t know what the hell he was trying to do, but it made me laugh.)
I was the first to slip between the covers. He stood next to the bed. I could see goose pimples on his skin. I reached up and took his hand. He bent forward to kiss me, and I pulled him under the sheets with me. He moved his lips to my ear, kissed it, and said, “Let’s make love.”
I was his; he was mine.
He reached his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him. My legs move up and encircled his waist. The covers slid down to the foot of the bed, leaving us exposed to the air, but neither of us cared. As his chest moved against mine, my desire for him increased. I released the grip on his waist, flipped him onto his back and slid down to his crotch. I ran my lips across his flaccid cock, and it sprang to life. His dick twitched as I ran my tongue across its head, and moans of pleasure came from my partner.
I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth. The head banged against my throat before I reached the base, but I pushed my head down onto it as I dropped my jaw. The last inch slid in. I couldn’t breathe. I swallowed, and Brian moaned.
I knew that he liked what I was doing. I tightened my lips to maintain suction and began to move up and down his shaft. His guttural moans made my cock even harder. I reached my hand up to his pecs. He covered one of my hands with one of his and used the other to run his fingers through the hair on the back of my head.
“Daniel, slow down. You’re making me get close. I don’t want to cum. Not yet.”
I slowly released him from the grip of my mouth. He pulled me up until our lips met. He spread his legs slightly so that I lay between them. Our bodies were aligned. Our cocks touched; our chests met, and our tongues danced together.
He rolled us over and moved down between my legs. He ran his tongue down the shaft of my penis and then began to kiss and lick my balls. He sucked on of them into his mouth. The pressure of it was slightly uncomfortable at first and then felt incredibly great. He ran his finger over my slit. He released my testicle and touched the precum on his finger with the tip of his tongue. “Salty and sweet,” he whispered.
I felt Brian’s finger run across my ass. My sphincter tightened in response. He massaged it slightly, and I felt dizzy in response. Then he rubbed the surface of his tongue across my pucker. I felt myself floating. I moaned his name, and he continued, giving me the most intense pleasure.
He wrapped his fingers around my dick as his mouth moved up my abs to my nipples. He continued upward and ran his tongue on my jawline and then to my lips.
We began to kiss again when his finger circled my asshole and slipped into me. I gasped; I was being taken to new heights of pleasure. I began to breathe more heavily. Brian moved his finger in and out more rapidly. I pulled his head against mine with more pressure. He began to finger me with two fingers. I wanted to feel him in me, and I was confused by the concurrent desire to stick my dick in him. The friction against my prostate caused me to fling both arms out against the mattress and to grasp the sheets in my tightly fisted hands.
Brian moved his body more completely between my legs, and his muscular arm pulled my knees farther apart. I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees so they were just lateral to my chest. He looked into my eyes, and I saw this incredible desire in them. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass. I wanted it in me, and he wanted it, too.
“I need you,” I told him.
His hand moved down to hold his cock in place as he pushed himself into me. I loved the pressure against my sphincter. Then suddenly there was discomfort as I was pushed open. In the next instant, it was as if a door suddenly blew open and a gust of wind followed. His cock forced its way in. My nerve endings screamed at the intensity of it, and everything was silent.
His dick felt huge inside me; we were connected; we were one. I gazed into the face of a man I had loved forever, and I smiled. He smiled back. I saw love and caring in his face and his actions. He began to move gently.
“Are you OK, baby?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. My eyes continued closing involuntarily; I think my eyes might have rolled back into my head a few times as well. I had no idea this could feel this good. I tilted my hips just slightly, and the pleasure increased.
Brian breathed out with little pleasure-filled moans and began to slide in and out a little faster. Others may disagree, but I was glad that I had waited and this time with Brian was my first time.
The motion picked up speed; I felt my cock throb more intensely with each of his thrusts. We were moving in synch when suddenly, every muscle in my body tightened, and a stream of ejaculate was forced from within me as never before. I gripped down on Brian’s dick with more force, and his thrusts became more forceful until I felt him fill me with his cum.
He relaxed, and the full weight of his body rested on me. His mouth touched my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him, and as our breathing slowed, so did our heartbeats. I felt him slip out of me. I rolled onto my side. The dim light from the hall fell on half his face. I could see his eyes fill with tears. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I’m so glad it was with you.”
I kissed him. I was overcome by a feeling of happiness and contentment. The house shuddered again in the wind, and I ran my hand over his shoulder. “I want to lie here with you for a little while. Then I think we should have a shower and make some dinner. Afterward, would you want to snuggle by the fire?”
“I’d love that.” Brian kissed me. “And would you be willing to fulfill one of my fantasies?”
“I’d do anything for you.” I cupped his ass cheek in my hand and squeezed.
“Would you fuck me in front of the fire?”
“Of course I will,” I told him. And I did.
