“It’s an adventure,” I mumbled. No, that wasn’t enough. “It’s an adventure!” I could have woken the dead. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. The tension had eased, and there were nothing but butterflies creating a windstorm. Is this how the characters in my movies felt when they realized their path forward?
“This would be better with instrumental background music.” I raised an eyebrow in the mirror, snorting. “It’d be a dance montage.”
I walked into the bedroom, debating what I should do next. The pie downstairs was calling my name. Even as my mouth watered, I spent a little longer indulging my euphoria.
I stood at the foot of the bed, catching a glimpse of my naked self in the full-length mirror. Stopping, I gave a slightbow. As the music crescendoed, I’d hold out my hand, pulling Tyler from his seat. He’d be at a loss for words as we twirled about the room. It’d start as a formal waltz, and after a few rounds, we’d slow. I’d slide my hands down his side, holding his hips as his arms wrapped around my neck.
As I closed my eyes, fantasizing about the event, I wondered how long before we kissed. It’d start subtle, a simple peck on the lips. But there’d be no holding back, and before long, he’d be holding the sides of my head as the passion took over. If it were the Romance Channel…
“Wait.” My eyes shot open. If this were a movie, it’d require a grand gesture. I couldn’t just tell him and then hop in the sack. It had to be something monumental that screamed, “I did this because you’re the one for me.” There needed to be witnesses who would speak about it at every gathering.
Gathering. I froze, the perfect solution forming. This victory belonged to all of Firefly. I could announce our triumph at the carnival. Then, afterward, Tyler and I could sit under the fireworks as we relived our first kiss. Except, this time, it wouldn’t fade to black.
“I want the NC-17 version,” I said. Glancing in the mirror, it was hard to ignore my erection. The thought of him mounting me on the hood of the car would get a reaction every time. At this point, we had fooled around everywhere but the bed. We had saved tradition for last.
I went to hop on the bed, and my foot caught on the rug. I hit the side and bounced off, landing on my butt next tothe nightstand. “Not the pain in the butt I hoped for,” I groaned.
Climbing onto the bed, I took a seat before laughing again. In the back of my head, I heard Tyler snorting at my clumsiness. I couldn’t help but smile at the way his body jiggled as he tried to stop himself. It hadn’t changed in twenty years, and I hoped it wouldn’t change in the next twenty.
Lying back on the bed, legs hanging over the side, my cock hadn’t softened despite my fall. It had been a few days, and with the newfound sense of purpose, I suppose I could reward myself with somealonetime. My head popped up, checking that the bedroom door remained shut. The last thing I needed was Evie discovering me, indulging myself.
Reaching down, I gave my shaft a squeeze. I thought about waiting, saving it until I got Tyler naked. If I did that, there’d be a good chance I’d come before he got my pants off. Really, jerking off now was a public service for later. With that in mind, I had no option but getting off. Manners dictated it.
“Who am I to argue?”
I scooted back until I lay across the bed, lightly stroking my cock. A bead of precum had already formed, reinforcing that it wouldn’t take much to reach the finish line. Closing my eyes, I imagined Tyler draped over the bed, his mouth hovering just over my cock. Ever since the club, whenever I jerked off, I imagined my cock buried in his mouth.
I ran my finger over the head, coating it in precumbefore licking it off. Though, after he bent me over the hood of the car, I was not sure if his mouth would be enough. I wanted Tyler buried in my ass whenever I came. Could we make that a rule from here on out?
While I stroked with my right hand, I cupped my balls with my left. It felt amazing, but it’d be better with my legs resting against Tyler’s chest as he teased me. Spreading my legs, I let my fingers trail downward until I circled my hole. Even as I slid one inside, it paled compared to the impressive piece of meat between his legs.
The tingling in my balls spread along my groin. I let go of my cock, fearful I’d come. It’d be easy enough to get off and get on with my evening, but I wanted to keep fantasizing about what Tyler would do if he were here.
One finger became two. Any more, and I’d need lube, and at that point, I’d just send Tyler a photo of me on all fours saying the door was unlocked. As I massaged my prostate, I watched the precum drip down my fingers. I pulled my legs back, making it easier… I tried a third as if it were Tyler working his cock in me.
“Fuck.” I held still, frozen between pleasure and pain. When I told Tyler about the calendar and that we had saved the day, I fully expected a night of him using my ass. I wonder how many loads I could coax out of him before I had to come? Two? Three? Seven?
With one more flick across the head, the electricity returned, and my toes curled. I continued stroking as my balls drew tight. I groaned as my ass squeezed my fingers.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My whole body stiffened as I shot.Howling, the first string hit my belly, the second landing somewhere in my beard. I closed my eyes tight, worried the next would hit my face. As my body convulsed, the post-cum stiffness set in. While I might ache right now, if Tyler needed my ass to come, I’d gladly let him keep rutting.
I pulled my fingers free, lowering my legs. With another squeeze, I milked the last of my load from my softening cock. Wiping my hand off on my chest hair, I lay there, my breathing returning to normal.
“Now I want to cuddle.” Yes, sticky mess and all. As soon as I came, I reverted to little spoon status and wanted to be a cuddle slut. However, tonight, a pillow would have to do.
“On a good note…” I lifted my head, looking at the mess. “I get to take another shower.” With a lick of the finger, I tasted the salty mess. My cock jumped. “No. You’ve had enough fun tonight. Have to save something for Tyler.”
Sitting upright, my cock argued my logic. “Okay, maybe one more in the shower.”
THIS ISN’T HOW IT ENDS
I threw the door to Twice-Told Tales open. Pausing for dramatic effect, I waited for Sheryl or Harvey to comment on my arrival. Somebody needed to recognize that I went full-on lumberjack chic. I had my flannel tucked into my jeans and rolled far enough up my arm to show off my biceps. Even the suspenders highlighted the belly. When nobody looked in my direction, I reached up, smacking the bell.
“I get dressed up for our meeting, and nobody compliments me.”
Even the bell only got a sideways glance from Gladys. She waved me over. Fine, I guess I would just have to take a thousand selfies and post thirst traps online all afternoon. Couldn’t let my outfit go to waste.
For the last week, I had sat on the news about the calendar. Every time I bumped into Tyler, which seemed to bealmost every day, I bit my tongue. With a secret this good, I wanted to make sure I delivered it in just the right way. It didn’t hurt that every day, Jason sent me a text message with the new number. Last I checked, we had cleared 15,000 sales. I still couldn’t believe how many people wanted to see a bunch of guys from the Maine wilderness show off their goods.
