Summer Sweat (Spruce Texas)

That kiss alone inspires us both to feel safe, to feel connected, to experience this incredible moment of intimacy together.

He clings to my legs as he rocks his hips, gently at first, then with increasing, exciting vigor. I feel his cock thrusting back and forth inside of me, which sends waves of excitement throughout my whole body. The sensation alone has me rock hard in seconds.

I can’t explain it other than I had no idea sex would feel this good. I was always afraid it would be painful or uncomfortable. Is that because Hoyt is the perfect size for my ass? Is it because he’s put me so much at ease that my body isn’t resisting him?

It’s almost too good to be true.

Then I feel his slick fingers wrap around my swollen cock.

I was wrong; now it feels too good to be true.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe against Hoyt’s lips.

He smiles into our kiss. “We’re both gettin’ off this time. I’m not letting you take a back seat to anything anymore. When I get off, you get off. When I feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams, you’re right there in the dream with me.”

His hand slowly strokes me.

Just those slow, careful strokes are enough to cause electricity to cascade across my body. I grab hold of him tighter and kiss him deeper, overwhelmed.

He starts thrusting his dick inside me faster, all while keeping his pace on my dick slow and steady. His dick plunges in deeper with every push of his hips, unlocking me one shove at a time.

“You are my dream,” he moans against my lips.

He’s getting close, too. “I’m so glad it’s you,” I whisper as we kiss, our breath becoming one, the heat off our bodies becoming one, our bodies united. “You’re the only …”

“I’m so close.”

“You’re … You’re the only one I trust.”

“I’m right there with you, Harrison. I’m so close.”

“Oh, f-fuck …”

Everything becomes rough in the space of seconds. Suddenly, he’s quivering and moaning as he releases inside me. His hand on my cock squeezes in just the right way as he jerks me off, making my moment of release that much more desperate and sensitive. I let out the deepest sigh as I spill across my tensed abs and all over his hand. Both our orgasms seem to last for ages as we sigh and moan across each other’s faces, undecided whether to kiss or cry or shout out our pleasures.

Then we collapse on one another. My legs are on the ground. Hoyt is in my arms, hot and sweaty and full of stickiness between us. We catch our breath in the steamy semidarkness of the barn, spent beyond our wildest expectations.

“That …” he moans, then can’t finish his sentence.

So I do it for him. “… was the best damned thing in my life.”

He lets out an exhausted chuckle. “Wow.”

“Wow,” I agree.

Then the pair of us just lie there in each other’s arms, with Hoyt resting on top of me, slick and smooth and hot as a flame.

“I’m gonna remember this,” says Hoyt.

“Me, too.”

“Forever. I really mean that. I am gonna remember the night we dared to come out to this barn … to our spot … and change our lives forever.”

“I feel like a new man.”

“You just made me a man, Harrison.” Hoyt lets out a laugh of delirium and relief. “Oh, Harrison … you just made me a man.”

Our exhausted embrace becomes a cuddle as we curl up on the now nearly-sopping-wet mass of towels and blankets. The tiny lantern by the stall door is our only light—golden-yellow and soft, spilling over us like a nighttime secret. I smile as I caress him, at total peace with myself, with my soul, with my once-lonely heart.

I don’t feel an ounce of loneliness anymore.

Not an ounce of misgiving.

I am the happiest I have ever been.

Hours pass. A night of dreams pass, too. When I open my eyes, I’m on my back, and the tall gambrel ceiling of the horse barn stretches overhead in long planks of dark, durable oak. Morning sunlight peeks in through the high-set windows, creating long fingers of golden-white glass and revealing dust particles dancing in the air like tiny orbiting planets.

I turn my head. Hoyt is still asleep, as beautiful as ever. Straw is caught in our hair, glued to our chests and arms.

And as I stare at him in the soft, morning light, the reality of what we’ve done settles in my stomach like a stone.

A point of no return. Our joint virginity, a thing of yesterday.

All that remains is us, and what we did, and what comes next.

Did I just make the biggest mistake of my life?

Chapter 17

Hoyt

It’s a close call.

As in, another close call.

Harrison woke me out of a dead sleep, and I realized morning had already come. I didn’t know I was capable of getting dressed in four and a half seconds, but my panicked ass got dressed in four and a half seconds, and the moment I flew out of that stall leaving Harrison behind to dress, I ran straight into Emmalea, who’d been looking for me. “I’m with the horses!” I said with an embarrassing squeak in my voice. She burned me with her suspicious eyes—not realizing a half-naked Harrison was in the stall just behind me, frozen in place—before deciding to believe me, then taking me out to the fields with her to show me more stuff. That gave Harrison the chance to sneak out of the barn on his own and start his day.