Love Me Again (Stonewall Investigations Blue Creek 1)

“Let’s go inside,” Austin said. “But take your clothes off before we go.”

I looked down, surprised I still had clothes on and that I wasn’t sitting in a pile of ashes. Austin helped pull my shirt over my head, and then I worked on my shorts, pulling my jockstrap down along with them.

The two of us were butt-ass naked, standing on the deck, surrounded by nature for as far as the eye could see, and nothing could ever feel more right.

We started to kiss, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. I reached down and grabbed us both in my hand, rubbing our cocks together while we kissed and drank each other in, our bodies responding to the immense pleasure with involuntary moans and groans. My hand grew slick from all the precome between us. The wet sound of me stroking us both mixed with the sound of our kissing.

“Inside,” Austin said, breathless. I nodded, unsure I even wanted to move but figuring a bed wouldn’t be too bad right now. Austin led me inside, his body looking even more heavenly now that he was completely naked. I could admire the way his ass jiggled with every step and how his thick thighs twitched when he walked, along with those two dimples of muscle on his lower back that I promised myself I had to kiss.

We went to my bedroom, which I realized Austin needed no help in finding. He opened the door and stepped inside, looking around with a “wow” under his breath.

“It hasn’t changed,” he said, this time louder.

I shook my head. “It’s the one room in the cabin that my parents didn’t touch. Apparently I was pretty loud about them not changing anything in here, but I don’t remember why.” I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, the fluffy white comforter sinking underneath me. The room wasn’t anything overly special, with wooden floors and light wooden walls. There was a shelf that still held books I would read as a kid, along with a couple of transforming toys I played with. The TV was even the same one I had as a teenager, a big silver brick of a thing that looked like it weighed more than the mountain we were currently on.

“It’s literally how I remember it,” Austin said, looking around the room like he was at a museum.

One that you could attend naked, wearing only a swinging erection.

“Come over here and help me remember, then.” My eyes were glued on Austin’s stiff cock, jutting out from him and practically begging to be stuffed between my lips.

Austin seemed to have other plans, though. He came over and pushed me down onto the bed, dragging me up higher so that I was splayed out in the center like a horny starfish.

“Fucking delicious,” Austin growled as he got onto the bed and grabbed my cock in his hands. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the rush of pleasure that washed over me as Austin wrapped his lips around my dick.

My toes curled, my heart pounded, skin flushed. I lifted my head, watching as Austin worked on swallowing me whole. He didn’t have any inhibitions as he sucked me off, saliva dripping down my balls and onto the bed.

“That’s it, just like that, baby. Suck it just like that.”

“You like that?” he asked, smiling as he licked down my shaft.

All I could answer with was an “mhmm,” the words getting trapped in my throat. My entire body tensed as Austin’s wet and warm mouth pushed me closer and closer to the brink.

“I’m so fucking close,” I announced, not sure how much longer I could last.

Austin took that as a challenge. He climbed onto the bed, between my legs, and grabbed both our hard cocks in his hand. He used the slickness from mine to lube us both as he stroked, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at me.

It was all I needed to bust. I dropped my head back and shouted out some words that didn’t make sense together. Ropes of come shot through the air, hitting my chin and pooling on my chest, each one bringing a fresh spasm of ecstasy. The sight of me drenched in my own come must have been all Austin needed to get off. He gave an animalistic grunt and blew his seed, adding to the sticky mess that was beginning to drip down my sides.

The primal sounds of our orgasms were replaced by the blissed-out heavy breathing from the two of us. Austin wore the sexiest, most relaxed smile as he caught his breath, his gaze seeming to drink me up.

I smiled back at him. “You, uh, wanna get me a towel before I’m permanently glued to the bed?”

Austin laughed at that. “I wouldn’t mind that, actually.”