Eric woke for the second time, sunlight streamed
through the partly opened curtain hanging over
the window. He sat up and stretched his knotted
muscles, and then looked over his shoulder at
the man in his bed. Usually his hook-ups were
short, and by sun-up, he was alone in his room
or on his way home.
had stayed the entire night only because he had
wanted him there. They had fucked through most
of it like two horny teenagers. He didn’t look
forward to ending his enjoyment of his lover. He
had a long drive home, however, and he needed
time to clear his head and get a grip on his
down and grabbed his pants from the floor.
Braden moaned softly, the sleepy sound drew
Eric’s gaze to Braden’s lean sinewy body
sprawled out in a vulnerable position. Thoughts
of repeating the night’s events hardened him.
All he had to do to position himself over Braden
was to straddle that nicely rounded firm ass. He
could wake him with a quick morning fuck, and
then send him on his way. Except he didn’t want
to make Braden feel used. What if he took his
time and sucked him first, before he took his
ass? What were a few more hours of his time when
they could be as blissful as he had been all
decided to go get some coffee and donuts, and
bring it back to the room. They’d regain some
energy that way.
sitting, he put his feet into the pant legs.
Another moan from Braden turned his head. He
glanced back at the muscles in Braden’s ass
twitching. Eric’s cock jolted. He reached to
touch Braden’s downy buttocks, splotched red
from the slaps he’d given him.
phone rang and he drew back his hand. The
interruption stopped him from analyzing his
feelings or waking Braden with his sexual
desires. He got up, drawing his pants to his
hips, and walked to the other pile of rumpled
clothes on the floor.
that my phone?” Braden moaned, covering his head
with a pillow.
reached down into the pocket of the pants and
retrieved the phone. He flipped it open.
about dumping you at that club and taking the
car last night, Braden, but are you ready to go
home?” a woman asked.
to expel the air in his lungs, Eric’s chest
tightened with a burning sensation.
“Braden, honey? Can you hear me?” she asked.
be ready. Pick him up at the Round-up Hotel,” he
answered and snapped the phone shut.
felt used. All the time Braden was kissing him,
making him feel connected to his soul, there was
someone else. Not a man, but a woman. Did she
know what her man was up to? Was she aware at
how excited he got when he was fucked in the
ass? She couldn’t give him that. Or maybe she
could. It was obvious Braden had been on the
bottom before. Maybe his woman had a big rubber
dildo she used on him.
tossed the cell phone on the bed. It bounced and
hit Braden, making him lift and look out from
under the pillow.
your ride you’ll be ready when she gets here to
pick you up.” Eric informed him.
ride?” Braden rolled over, showing no modesty.
glanced at the lean body stretched out on his
hotel bed. Braden’s morning erection, an obelisk
of hard flesh, invited him to shake off his
annoyance with the female caller. What did he
care if the guy had cheated on his girlfriend.
He just came to Houston looking for sex, not a
love affair, and certainly not a commitment...