Page 76 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Before me lay the most beautiful sight.His balls were heavy.His hole was on full display.His cock lay limp, but I had hopes.He was only thirty-two.Maybe not a rangy teenager, but still had some vigor left in him.I wasn’t doing so bad at thirty-nine.Able to hold an erection, as my cock reminded me.

After slathering my fingers with lube, I inched closer and leaned toward him.

He adjusted his thighs to part farther.

“Grab your knees.”

His expression morphed from confusion to understanding, and he pulled his knees up.

I rubbed my fingers at the outside of his hole.

He tensed.

I continued.

He relaxed.

Slowly, with exquisite care, I slipped one finger in.

His eyes widened.

I wanted to ask if he’d ever done this before, but the moment felt too tenuous.Too fragile.And I didn’t want to break his concentration.So I held his gaze as I added a second finger.I twisted, scissored, and then hit that spongy spot.

He gasped and his cock plumped just that little bit.

Nailed it.

Chapter Four

August

Okay.Iknewwheremy prostate was.Knew how good it felt to touch it.

But having Julian do it brought my pleasure to a whole new level.

I could gaze into his gorgeous eyes forever, but I wanted more.My body demanded it as my cock plumped into a nice semi.I usually needed a decent refractory period, but just the thought of Julian inside me had my engines revving.

He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered.As he sheathed his cock, though, an apprehension rippled through me.I had toys.In my mid-twenties, when I acknowledged I’d never act on my impulses toward men—especially not my employee who I daydreamed about all the time—I went into Vancouver and found a sex shop that catered to men like myself.I’d gone back a couple of times over the years and now had an impressive collection that I kept hidden in a box at the top of my walk-in closet—somewhere my petite sister could never reach.Not that she’d be nosy enough to do it.

Not that she’d ever do it now.

I ruthlessly shoved the flash of pain at her death back into the depths of my soul.I was about to get fucked.By Julian.I could deal with my anguish at her loss later.

“Are you…?”

“Fine.Just fine.”I eyed his cock, now covered in the condom.“Now would be nice.”

He grinned.

Happy was Julian’s perpetual state of being.He was never without a quick quip, witty remark, or outright bawdy joke.Even after his beloved grandmother passed last year, he still relayed only fond remembrances of her.If he hurt, he did so in private.

“Okay.Grab your knees again.”

I complied, pulling them out of the way and putting myself on full display for him.

His smile was a mile wide, and he flashed me a glimpse of those perfect teeth before he leaned forward.“This might hurt.”

“I don’t care.”I really didn’t.If it meant having what I’d wished for—waited for—all these years, I’d take it.

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