MasukCarter walked him backwards toward the bed, his mouth trailing over Leo's throat, teeth scraping lightly down his neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark--a stake of ownership, a confession written in skin. Leo's fingers trembled as they undid Carter's belt, pushing jeans and briefs down together, the sight of Carter--hard, flushed, beautiful--punching the air right out of his lungs."You have no idea how much I missed you," Carter murmured, pressing Leo back onto the bed, their bodies aligning with a kind of desperate perfection.Leo's response was a soft, shaky exhale. "Then show me."Carter's mouth was heat and promise as it traced down Leo's chest--pausing to tease, to savor, to worship. He licked over a nipple, then bit it gently, making Leo jolt and moan. His tongue dipped into the hollow of Leo's navel before he shifted lower, sliding Leo's jeans down with a slow, aching drag that made Leo's thighs tremble.Carter sat, breathless and already hard, his cock flushed a dee
Carter exhaled softly. "You know, I didn't just come back for a visit."Leo's heart pounded. "No?"Carter shook his head. "I took a job here. I'll be staying."Leo's stomach flipped. "Oh."Carter chuckled, but it was softer this time, tinged with something more uncertain. "That's all you've got to say?"Leo swallowed. "I... I don't know what to say."Carter sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, when I left for Seattle, I didn't want to go without you. I thought--" He broke off, shaking his head. "Doesn't matter."Leo's chest tightened. "It does."Carter took a step closer. "Well," he murmured, "maybe this is our second chance."Before Leo could respond, Carter's eyes flicked to something over his shoulder. "Oh, hell no.""What?"Carter suddenly bolted past him, diving behind a tree. A second later, he emerged, grinning triumphantly and holding up a shiny golden egg.Leo blinked. "You--what? Where--?"Carter tossed it in the air, catching it effortlessly. "Told you I hate
This story contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.The Cruise just began.....Enjoy.>>>>Leo had never been particularly fond of Easter egg hunts. Something about watching grown adults scramble after plastic eggs like sugar-starved toddlers always struck him as more humiliating than festive. But when his sister, Rachel, guilt-tripped him with talk of "community spirit" and "you need to get out more," he found himself in the middle of the town square--surrounded by pastel streamers, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls drifting from the café, and more bunny ears than should be legal in public.At least he wasn't alone. His nephew, Oliver, looked equally unenthused."I don't wanna do this," the seven-year-old grumbled, kicking a pebble across the cobblestones."Yeah, well, neither do I," Leo muttered. "But your mom'll kill us both if we don't at least pretend to try."Before Oliver could respond, the mayor--cheerful in that unnerving, over-caffeinated way--lifted a megapho
He kissed like he was still trying to figure me out--tongue teasing, lips pulling, hand never breaking rhythm as he jerked me with long, practiced strokes. He knew what I liked. He remembered. That made me harder."Turn over," he said, voice husky. "I want you on your knees this time."I obeyed. There wasn't even hesitation. There never was with him.I felt the cool air on my bare ass, then the warm press of his hand. A firm smack landed across one cheek, and I groaned. It wasn't pain. It was ownership. His mark on me. The only one I ever wanted.Danny knelt behind me, one hand gripping my hip while the other guided himself back inside. He pushed in slower this time, savoring every inch, like he needed to memorize what I felt like from the inside out."Fuck, Ralph," he hissed. "You feel like home."My forehead pressed against the old wood of the wardrobe as he began to move, slow and deep at first, grinding into me with the kind of rhythm that made my legs shake and my voice break. Th
The cross above the chapel hadn't changed.Neither had the brick steps leading up to it, or the way the stained glass bled color across the front pews when the sun hit it just right.But I had.Ten years away had a way of doing that to a man.I stood on the church's front walk with my hands clenched in my jacket pockets, staring up at the steeple like it might fall on me. Like maybe I deserved it."Ralph," my mother had said on the phone, "just come home for Easter. One Sunday. You don't even have to go inside."But I had. And now I was standing here, back in his shadow. My father's. Reverend Stephen Whittaker. Shepherd of the flock. Condemner of the queers.And still the man who never once said my name after I came out.I was twenty-nine now. Leaner. Harder. A little colder around the edges. But I still felt twelve when I stepped into this town--like the walls could talk, and they remembered every shameful thing I'd ever done.I stepped inside the church. The smell hit me first--cand
Being inside Glenn for the first time was such a big thing for me and I could have gone on forever, but I could feel the cum rising in my balls and I let go, releasing one, two, three jets of hot thick jism into his hole.He cried out as my seed flowed inside him and I lowered myself on top of him, kissing and nuzzling his neck.He moved his head round to look at me and there were tears in his eyes, as he gripped my hand."I loved that, it felt amazing having you inside me. It was like I belong to you and it made me feel so wanted.""Oh I definitely wanted you."I was actually a bit emotional myself. It had been a difficult few days, but if anything, this seemed to be bringing us closer.We had to get some sleep, as we still had tomorrow to get through and that would be here soon enough.In the morning, Glenn was really nervous. He didn't eat much breakfast, which was not like him at all and he couldn't sit still.I solved the problem by shoving him against the sink and sucking his co







