Bennett…errr, I mean, Robert, took me and Kelley to deer camp. It was our first hunting season.”
“Yeah. I remember,” Bruce said softly.
“I had to make a project, and so I made this. Since I never had a Christmas tree growing up, I gave it to you.” Jorry stared at the ornament in wonder. “I never thought you’d keep it. I mean, it was a dumb project a kid made.”
“Of course we kept it. It went on the tree every year. It’s beautiful. You put a lot of thought into making it.” Bruce placed it front and center on the tree. “And it was a special memory for me too.”
After all the decorations were up, Bruce shut off the lights, and both men sank down on the quilt on the floor left over from Thanksgiving. With their arms around each other, they soaked in the ambience of the twinkling tree.
Bruce examined the living room. Though the walls were bare and the room empty, save for the boxes and some throw pillows, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of all the years of love the room had seen. Yes, it was sad to know he was moving out, but on the other hand, he was also moving on, which left him believing anything was possible. Burning tears threatened to spill from Bruce’s eyes, and he quickly nudged his nose in the hollow of Jorry’s neck.
Jorry pushed into the nuzzle and moaned. “God, I love the feel of your beard against my neck. It does something for me.”
“If it does something for you now, just wait until I get you where I want you.”
“Why wait?”
“Why indeed.” Bruce laughed as Jorry pushed him down and lay on top of him. “There’s something said for spontaneity.”
“There’s something to be said for two horny hard-ons seeking satisfaction.” Jorry made swift work of unbuttoning Bruce’s shirt. Afterward, his fingers twined in Bruce’s coarse chest hairs, seeking out the dark pebbles of his nipples.
It was Bruce’s turn to groan. Cool, slender fingers tugged and twisted just so. “Oh, the things you do to me.”
“I do?” Jorry sat up, straddling Bruce’s hips and continuing rubbing their clothed cocks together. “Like what?”
“Like making me so hot I want to make love to you right here, right now.”
Jorry’s eyes grew hazy in the glow of the tree lights. “I’ve never made love in front of a Christmas tree.”
“Then let’s pop your cherry.” Bruce threaded his fingers through Jorry’s shaggy hair and pulled him back down. “Or, should I say, your holly berry.”
“You’re laughing now.” Jorry kissed Bruce’s bearded jaw. “In minutes I’ll have you screaming my name.”
“You love it when you’re in charge, don’t you?”
Jorry paused. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“No,” Bruce insisted. “You need to do what feels good to you.”
“And you like this? Me being dominant.”
“Yes. But sometimes I’m gonna give you a run for your money. Like now.” Within seconds, Jorry was divested of his clothes.
Bruce kissed Jorry’s hairless chest, nibbling on a nipple. He licked his way down to his belly button, circled it, and then nuzzled the shaved pubic mound. Jorry’s cock stretched out to greet him, but no matter how hard it tried, Bruce managed to avoid it.
“Oh, you tease.”
“You just wait. There is more to come.” Bruce winked. “Or should I say cum…”
Bruce rolled Jorry over and licked from the base of his neck, down his spine, and into the crack of his buttocks. Jorry rose, trying to guide Bruce’s tongue down farther, but all Bruce did was glide his tongue back up and repeat the process over and over and over until Jorry was in a frenzy.
“Oh, Bruce, please,” panted Jorry. “I need.”
“You need what? This?” Bruce gripped a handful of butt cheek in each hand and spread them apart. He stared at the little brown rosebud pulsing at him. Bruce blew on the hole and watched as Jorry raised his ass higher, wordlessly demanding more.
“You like this?”
“Uhh-huh.”
“What about this?” Bruce curled his
“Yeah. I remember,” Bruce said softly.
“I had to make a project, and so I made this. Since I never had a Christmas tree growing up, I gave it to you.” Jorry stared at the ornament in wonder. “I never thought you’d keep it. I mean, it was a dumb project a kid made.”
“Of course we kept it. It went on the tree every year. It’s beautiful. You put a lot of thought into making it.” Bruce placed it front and center on the tree. “And it was a special memory for me too.”
After all the decorations were up, Bruce shut off the lights, and both men sank down on the quilt on the floor left over from Thanksgiving. With their arms around each other, they soaked in the ambience of the twinkling tree.
Bruce examined the living room. Though the walls were bare and the room empty, save for the boxes and some throw pillows, he was overwhelmed with a feeling of all the years of love the room had seen. Yes, it was sad to know he was moving out, but on the other hand, he was also moving on, which left him believing anything was possible. Burning tears threatened to spill from Bruce’s eyes, and he quickly nudged his nose in the hollow of Jorry’s neck.
Jorry pushed into the nuzzle and moaned. “God, I love the feel of your beard against my neck. It does something for me.”
“If it does something for you now, just wait until I get you where I want you.”
“Why wait?”
“Why indeed.” Bruce laughed as Jorry pushed him down and lay on top of him. “There’s something said for spontaneity.”
“There’s something to be said for two horny hard-ons seeking satisfaction.” Jorry made swift work of unbuttoning Bruce’s shirt. Afterward, his fingers twined in Bruce’s coarse chest hairs, seeking out the dark pebbles of his nipples.
It was Bruce’s turn to groan. Cool, slender fingers tugged and twisted just so. “Oh, the things you do to me.”
“I do?” Jorry sat up, straddling Bruce’s hips and continuing rubbing their clothed cocks together. “Like what?”
“Like making me so hot I want to make love to you right here, right now.”
Jorry’s eyes grew hazy in the glow of the tree lights. “I’ve never made love in front of a Christmas tree.”
“Then let’s pop your cherry.” Bruce threaded his fingers through Jorry’s shaggy hair and pulled him back down. “Or, should I say, your holly berry.”
“You’re laughing now.” Jorry kissed Bruce’s bearded jaw. “In minutes I’ll have you screaming my name.”
“You love it when you’re in charge, don’t you?”
Jorry paused. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“No,” Bruce insisted. “You need to do what feels good to you.”
“And you like this? Me being dominant.”
“Yes. But sometimes I’m gonna give you a run for your money. Like now.” Within seconds, Jorry was divested of his clothes.
Bruce kissed Jorry’s hairless chest, nibbling on a nipple. He licked his way down to his belly button, circled it, and then nuzzled the shaved pubic mound. Jorry’s cock stretched out to greet him, but no matter how hard it tried, Bruce managed to avoid it.
“Oh, you tease.”
“You just wait. There is more to come.” Bruce winked. “Or should I say cum…”
Bruce rolled Jorry over and licked from the base of his neck, down his spine, and into the crack of his buttocks. Jorry rose, trying to guide Bruce’s tongue down farther, but all Bruce did was glide his tongue back up and repeat the process over and over and over until Jorry was in a frenzy.
“Oh, Bruce, please,” panted Jorry. “I need.”
“You need what? This?” Bruce gripped a handful of butt cheek in each hand and spread them apart. He stared at the little brown rosebud pulsing at him. Bruce blew on the hole and watched as Jorry raised his ass higher, wordlessly demanding more.
“You like this?”
“Uhh-huh.”
“What about this?” Bruce curled his
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