Summer Sweat (Spruce Texas)

“Fuck, Harrison …” I whimper.

He works my cock as tirelessly as he works his muscles every day on the farm. I am completely consumed by the amount of electricity flowing through my body. Every descent of his mouth is slicker, yet tighter than the last, until he has me begging for every breath I suck in, openmouthed.

I’m already close. “H-Harrison …”

He lifts his head up, immediately replacing his mouth with a hand as he switches to stroking my cock with his hand. When I open my eyes, he’s shifted his body back up onto our barnyard bed to bring his face closer to mine. “Kiss me,” I moan. He obliges, and the gift of his full, pillowy lips on my own is just the hair I needed to spill over the edge.

I clutch him, fingers curling.

My body discharges electrical currents to every fingertip and toe as he jerks me sensuously.

I come like I’ve never come before.

My mouth opens against his as my whimpering breaths turn vocal and loud. Everything shakes as wave after wave of sweet and delirious relief erupts from me.

Every last stress I had.

Every worry that lived in my body.

Every sore muscle and ache from the day’s work.

All of it is gone as I fall back against the ground, spent, feeling like a plate of lazy, happy noodles.

“Well, if that smile on your face is any indication …” he says.

“Yes,” I finish for him. “I’m fucking great. I feel fantastic.”

He lays back next to me, his hand still on my dick. “Dude, I feel like I’m … I feel like …”

“Just enjoy it,” he says. “Bask in it. I know I am.”

A wind blows past outside, stirring the walls and causing all the grass to whisper and dance. I hear the distant trotting of one of the horses, followed by a playful neigh.

“I swear, the whole universe is just … gone,” I murmur, lost in my own dreaminess, “and all that exists is you and me.”

“Got that right,” he says.

I turn my head. His shirt is still hiked up slightly, showing his pants where I opened them. I smirk, then reach down to take hold of his dick. He grunts as I curl my fingers around his bulge, then give it an appraising squeeze. Damn, boy.

“You don’t gotta do anything,” he says.

I lift my head up and give him a look. “What do you mean? I’m not gonna leave you high and dry. I want to reciprocate.”

“I’m actually pretty content, believe it or not.”

“Liar.”

He gazes at me. “I want to take my time with this, Hoyt. We’re in no hurry. One step at a time.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Really?”

“I’m happy right now. Indescribably happy. I feel … free.” He glances down at my hand. “Which is strange to say while you’re cupping my junk like it’s about to run away from you.”

“You’re still hard.”

“So are you,” he reminds me with a squeeze of my cock—which he also still hasn’t let go of. “I feel amazing, Hoyt.”

I smile. “Me too.”

“Seeing the happiness on your face right now, seeing what I’m capable of making someone else feel …” He shakes his head. “That alone is worth everything. Hmm, and just when I started to think my world was this small, small place … you went and pushed your way into my life like a stubborn bull … and you split it wide open.” A smile spills over his face as he shuts his eyes. “Split it wide … the fuck … open.”

Split it wide the fuck open.

Those are the words I’m hearing over and over in my head, an hour later, when I’m back in the dark bunkhouse on the couch. I stare up at the ceiling with butterflies of elation dancing around inside me and a stupid smile I can’t wipe off my face if I tried.

Harrison, I may never truly understand you, but boy am I ever glad I found you. You broke my world apart, too.

Chapter 16

Harrison

Every day used to be the same.

Now nothing will ever be the same.

“Can you help me find somethin’?” asks Hoyt, strolling up to my side as I’m checking on the pigs. “Sure,” I answer mildly, then follow him off to the toolshed.

The second the door shuts, we go at each other senseless with our hands and mouths. Sharing feverish kisses. Grappling with one another’s bodies. Groping each other’s dicks.

Just a regular pair of horny animals, that’s what we are.

Another day: “Hey, can you help me with this thing?” he asks, finding me in the fields with Fred. “Yeah, one sec,” I mutter, finish up with Fred, then head off casually with Hoyt.

To another storage shed by the house.

Where we go at it yet again, this time managing to shove our hands down each other’s pants and jerk each other off.

I feel like a thirty-year-old teenager, living out an adolescence I never had. Experiencing my puberty in fast-forward. My heart, galloping at any time of the day for whatever it is Hoyt and I have in mind when we finally get each other alone.