Page 198 of Sticks and Stones
Oh, and he fought hard. Changing the angle, it was even more torturous because he was slamming his dick into the man’s prostate.
“Oh, fuck!” Gene shouted, as the cum began rupturing from his rock-hard dick. It sprayed all over his neck, open shirt, and chest.
Ethan saw the cum erupt, and he let go of the control, cumming in his lover. It felt like a never-ending supply of cum too. When he shuddered, and his balls stopped aching, he dropped onto his man and closed his eyes.
And they lay there.
Spent.
Someone knew how to fuck his man.
That was for damn sure.
When he turned his head, Ethan nuzzled Gene’s neck, leaving his scent on him. They were a sticky mess, but what the hell was new?
When weren’t they?
That was a better question.
“I love you,” Ethan whispered.
Gene smiled.
Hearing the words always felt so damn good. Knowing that Ethan had only said them to his mother made it even better.
He.
Was.
His.
“That was for missing the sex on the beach,” Ethan said, as Gene held him against his body, absorbing the weight. “We would have been naked and sandy by now.”
Oh, Gene was aware.
Only, they needed to be here.
“I love you, too, EJ,” he admitted. “There’s never going to be anyone like you ever. I found a treasure.”
It made Ethan’s heart skip.
Gene always made him feel amazing, wanted, and special. He filled the holes that life put in his soul, and made him stronger.
“I could lay there all night, since I’m not on the bottom,” he admitted, as the sun was going down through their window.
“Me too,” Gene admitted. “But we have work.”
He sighed.
“All work and more work makes Ethan a boring guy,” he muttered.
That made him laugh.
“Hell, no. I like this Ethan. He sneaks sex in, and it’s always hot. I love a good ass fucking. My night’s made.”
Ethan pushed off of him, and they untangled from Gene’s pants.
“We have to go out, so let’s get changed,” Gene said, as Ethan held out his hand and pulled him up from the floor and to his feet.
