Closer by Morning by Thom Collins Page A

that we’re blowing off boot camp in the morning?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    Dale leaned in closer. Matt mirrored him.
    â€œThen I want to fuck you,” Dale said slowly, eyes sparkling. “I’ve wanted it since you walked in. To tell the truth, I’ve wanted it since I set eyes on you on Monday. Your face, your body, your ass—you’ve been driving me crazy.”
    Matt’s cock, which had been idling in a state of semi-stiffness, was suddenly very hard.
    â€œI don’t care how we do it,” Dale continued. “Top. Bottom. I go either way. All I care about is getting close to you. Getting my hands on that body of yours before it drives me insane.”
    Beneath the table, Matt rubbed his calf up against Dale’s. “Let’s get out of here.”
    ****
    They managed to contain themselves in the taxi but it was hard. So very hard. Matt wanted him with every fiber of his body. The temptation to grab his crotch as soon as they slid onto the back seat was immense. To take hold of his head and mash their lips together. But he controlled himself, keeping his hands on his knees and staring at the back of the taxi driver’s head as they traveled back to town.
    There was more than enough controversy surrounding the Blood Falls on Stone production without the lead actor making headlines for getting it on with another man in the back of a taxi.
    They made the decision to go to Matt’s place. It was nearer.
    Nothing could hold them back once they were through the front door,. They were all over each other in the hall, their mouths locked in passion. Matt’s hands tore at Dale’s body. He quickly explored the muscle of Dale’s back through his clothes, slipping lower to settle on the hard curve of his butt. Wow—that ass is stacked . He gripped it in both hands and pulled Dale’s hips tight against his own, feeling the hard urgency of his cock.
    Dale’s hands were just as persistent, going farther. He slipped down the back of Matt’s jeans and planted his hand against bare skin.
    â€œOh man,” Dale sighed between open-mouthed kisses. “What an ass. Where’s the bedroom?”
    They left a trail of clothes in their wake, from the door and all the way up the stairs. By the time they reached the bedroom, they were down to their underpants. In hurried snatches, Matt tried to take in the detail of Dale’s body. His hairy chest and belly. The fine lines of his pecs and shoulder muscles. He was toned—no surplus flesh on his hunky frame. All the things that turned him on in a man. But there was no time to take it all in. Their passion and hunger was too intense for that.
    â€œMatt, Matt, you’ve got me on fire.”
    Matt tore down Dale’s underpants, releasing his thick, circumcised cock. He wrapped his fist around it, feeling the satisfying weight and girth. Dale groaned as he squeezed and tugged the shaft. He cupped his balls, nicely shaved, between his hairy thighs.
    Clearly not wanting to miss out, Dale shoved down Matt’s pants and grabbed his dick. He took delight in his foreskin, tugging the folds back and forth across the head.
    They fell onto the bed naked and arranged themselves into a sixty-nine position, taking each other’s cock in their mouth. Matt slowed, only briefly, to explore Dale’s dick with his lips, kissing the head, teasing the sensitive triangle of skin beneath the tiny opening with his tongue, eliciting a drop of pre-cum to the tip. He licked and tasted before taking the shaft, as much as he could manage, into his mouth. It wasn’t easy. Dale was big. But the hot wetness of Dale’s mouth around his own cock was potent encouragement. Soon he was taking him so deep that his nose pressed against his silky smooth ball sac.
    His slid his hand behind to take hold of Dale’s meaty ass, slipping his fingers into the hot crack. He explored the hairy crevice and located the small, fiery