Page 94 of Mr. Frosty Pants
“Oh God,” Joel moaned, tossing his head and clenching his hands in fists. His hole clenched and released around Casey’s dick, an uncontrollable rhythmic spasm that felt so good. He writhed, trying to hold back, to hold on, but orgasm was tightening in him, aching in his balls. He gasped, “Close. I’m close.”
Casey jerked his cock free of Joel’s ass, sweaty and panting, his gaze never leaving Joel’s face. Scrunching his eyes closed, Joel wailed, a shock of emptiness and loss rocking through him, and Casey squeezed his wrists hard against the mattress, before hushing his cry with a kiss. Then he pushed back in, slow, slow, slow, and Joel quivered under him, impatient and a little scared.
Releasing one arm, Casey took Joel’s cock in hand as they moved together, gazing down into his eyes. Shifting his legs to Casey’s hips, he dug in his heels, trying to get Casey in deeper and deeper.
“Fuck me,” he whimpered. “Hard.”
Casey did as Joel asked.
As the pummeling thrusts came, he couldn’t hold Casey’s gaze anymore. Laid bare and seen, loved and touched, taken and given to without reserve, Joel reached up for Casey, dragging him down for a kiss. He dissolved into the pounding bliss, the rhythm that gripped him and took him over inside and out. Thundering pulse, aching cock, and his hole gripping and releasing needily as Casey’s cock slammed in and out. Casey’s grunts grew louder and louder, the sound of their sex an echoing slap and moan around the room, and the bed shook hard.
Joel clawed at Casey’s shoulders, trying to grab hold and make it last, but the pleasure built and grew, his cock dragging between his stomach and Casey’s in a sweaty, hot press of friction. “Please,” he said, holding on. “More.”
Casey gripped his shoulders harder and shoved into him with a force that rolled Joel’s eyes up into his head. His balls drew up tight, and his legs clenched around Casey’s pumping waist. He reached down to take hold of his cock and stroke it, but he barely touched it before his pleasure exploded over him, in him, and out of him. He spasmed as he came, and a rough, haggard cry launched from his throat.
Casey shouted too, his cock swelling in Joel’s ass, and Joel felt the pumping of Casey filling the condom. He dragged Casey down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth and whimpering in exhausted, but somehow unsatisfied, need. Would he ever get enough? Now that he’d had Casey, had this love, he didn’t want to let it go.Everlet it go.
He held Casey inside as long as he could, and after Casey pulled out to dispose of the condom, Joel reached for him until Casey collapsed on top of him, sweaty and still huffing with exertion.
“You okay?” Casey whispered, touching where the tears still leaked from his eyes.
“I don’t know why it happens.”
Casey kissed his nose and mouth and then each eyelid. “Ann says crying just means you’re feeling something big. So long as it’s a good something, I don’t think we should worry about it.”
“It’s good.” Joel’s throat ached, and he squeezed Casey in closer. “Everything about this is good.”
Casey kissed him gently. “Let’s get some rest. I’m going to want to do that again later.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Joel admitted. He breathed in Casey’s scent and snuggled in close.
“Now do you see why people are so into it?”
“Only with you,” Joel murmured, closing his eyes as his body slowed its shaking and finally relaxed so he could sleep. “I still only want to do it with you.”
“Me too.” Casey kissed his hair before tenderly kissing the ring Joel had given him. “Me too, baby.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
The next morning,they rose to a winter wonderland by Tennessee standards. A foot and a half of snow covered the lawn and piled on tree branches sturdy enough to hold the weight. Bruno was delighted by it and dashed in and out of the dog door, tracking wet, muddy footprints all over the kitchen floor and hallway. Joel sighed and stared at them, thinking about how now he’d have to mop.
“He’s crazy about the snow,” Casey said, coming in from having gone out to piss on the bushes.
Joel wasn’t sure how much skunks really got out and about in the snow, but he didn’t bother telling Casey to urinate inside. He’d rather piss outside every day of the year than deal with Bruno covered in skunk stench ever again.
“What are your plans today?” Casey asked, rosy cheeked from the cold as he kicked off his boots and hung up his jacket.
“Gotta run to Vreeland’s for a few hours. We’re open at ten. We won’t have too many customers, but we’ll have some. And my assistant manager Brandon and I need to make sure Angel re-priced all the Christmas stuff for the sale and discuss what we’re going to stock for spring.”
“Ah.” Casey shifted uncomfortably.
“You going to hang out here or…?”
“I’ve agreed to see my parents this afternoon. My dad had to go into the office this morning.”
“His office downtown?”
“Yeah. I’m going to head over to the house early to pack up a few more things I left there. Talk to my mom. Feel her out about what to expect from my dad. And before that I’ll work some more on the book-marketing stuff. Speaking of, I need to get your approval on it so I can move forward, and get your password so I can upload the new covers and update your seller account. And I need to start a Facebook page, a Twitter account, an Instagram account, and—”
