As he worked another inch inside, his hands wrapped around my hips. Short, slow jabs, pulling out until I pushed back. Simon gave away his experience as he opened me up little by little. This wasn’t his first time using a man’s ass. As the thickest part of his cock slid in, I didn’t care. Whatever his past, I only cared about the here and now.
When his pelvis pushed against my ass, I let out a growl. Today’s to-do list didn’t include taking cock, and yet here we were. When his hand drifted up my back, gripping my shoulder, I readied myself for a pounding. He pulled me back, hard. I reached down, stroking my cock while he throbbed inside me.
I wiggled my ass, encouraging him to plow away. Simon grunted. Then he roared. His cock twitched, and I recognized the signs of a man in the throes of an orgasm. The thought of his head thrown back, filling my ass, was all I needed. With a couple of strokes, I joined Simon.
The electricity started in my ass and shot through my body. Muscles tightened, and Simon moaned loud enough anybody in the mill would hear. He didn’t relent his grip, coming in my ass as I shot across the floor. It might be premature, but it didn’t make it any less hot. My hand returned to the wall to keep myself upright. The last few ropes shot from my cock as the orgasm subsided.
Simon huffed and puffed.
When he pulled out, we’d begin the awkward dance. He’d comment that he’s never done that before. I’d try tokeep a straight face. We’d go back into the shop and act like it never happened. I knew the routine. It was fun while it lasted, but when the orgasm subsided, we’d revert to being strangers.
The post-orgasm ache set in. Bones groaned and my legs didn’t want to cooperate. I’m pretty sure my walk would be a wobble for the rest of the day. When I turned around, Simon had already tucked his cock away and pulled his shirt back down. When he didn’t avoid eye contact, I thought there might be a repeat performance.
Simon shuffled forward with his jeans halfway around his thighs. He pinned me against the wall with his body. Oh, no. Had I misread the situation? I prepared for my heteroflexible hookup to spew a threat about?—
Sandalwood and coffee. The kiss was as passionate as the first. It hadn’t lost its eagerness. I returned the kiss until he pulled away, biting my lower lip. The fucking had been fun, but the way this man kissed, I’d gladly have thrown myself at him.
“That was fun,” I muttered.
Simon’s cheeks turned red. His modesty made him even cuter. He might be bashful, but he hadn’t hesitated to take what he wanted. It was hot, but it was the after-sex kiss that sealed the deal. Maybe my new friend wasn’t as straight as I originally thought?
“Thanks,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Me. I’m what came over him.
He finished getting dressed as I pulled up my pants. Icouldn’t help but steal glances. Every time he caught me, he looked away, his face turning red.
When we were presentable, I cut through the awkwardness with an outstretched hand. We returned to where it started, a handshake.
“Pleasure to meet you.” When he smiled, I did the same. Without knowing it, he had made my day… my week. “Welcome to Firefly Valley.”
MOM KNOWS BEST
“Mom, I’m home.”
It had been years since I lived here, but it’d always be home. Nothing had changed. I’m sure my room still had the same posters on the wall. I kicked the door shut in a well-rehearsed motion. I juggled a bag of groceries as I walked through the hallway to the kitchen. Whatever she was making for dinner already had my mouth watering.
“You’re just in time.”
Mom rushed out of the kitchen wearing her favorite apron. A gag gift for Dad. It had a half-naked man on the front with bulging muscles. Dad had worn it with pride, and now she continued the tradition. Mom grabbed the sides of my face, pulling me down so she could kiss my forehead.
“We’re having meatloaf, baked potatoes, and?—”
“Mom, you didn’t have to go out of your way.” It wasthe same dance we had every Wednesday night. Since Dad passed, she demanded we eat like a properfamily. That meant the fine China, folded cloth napkins, and absolutely no television. It was a drastic change from the TV trays we used when I lived here.
“Hush your mouth. Did you get the bread?”
I lifted the bag. “Mr. Stevens made it fresh.”
“He better have. His bakery has suffered ever since the divorce.” She grabbed the bread from the bag and vanished into the kitchen. “Did you know he’s dating a woman half his age? Rumor at the salon is that he’s seeing the Jenkin’s girl. Wasn’t she in your class?”
I stopped in the hall to scan the photos hanging on the wall. Mom had created a timeline of our family. It started with photos of her and Dad as teenagers when they first met. It moved to their wedding photo, him in his military uniform and her in a white dress. The biggest photo of them, her and Dad, standing next to my crib only days after I was born. There were pictures of us on vacation at camp or on the pier in Bar Harbor. Dad’s retirement photo, full dress blues complete with white cap, had fingerprints in the dust. I couldn’t tell if my heart swelled with pride or sorrow.
“Mom, how are you doing?”
She held a plate with the meatloaf in one hand and bread in the other. “I’m fine. Wash your hands and sit your butt down.”
As she set the plates on the dining room table, I came up behind her and wrapped my arms over her shoulders. Thetension in her body faded, and she covered my hands with hers. I was the giant in the family, and in this position, Mom had all but vanished.
