Winter’s Wolf by Tara Lain Page A

any peace.”
    “Oh? What’s he after?”
    “You in my ass with that monumental cock of yours.”
    “I can tell he wants it so bad he’s crying.”
    Matt raised his head and stared down at his ramrod-straight dick, sticking out of his jeans with drops of precum shining on its head. “Poor guy. You should have compassion.”
    “When it comes to that cock, just call me Kwan Yin.”
    “Who’s that?”
    “Chinese goddess of mercy.” He scooted Matt’s butt on his lap so the upright organ was poised directly beneath his watering mouth. “Come to daddy.” He lowered his head and kissed the leaking slit, then swiped his tongue and collected the drips. “Umm. Good.”
    “I like the direction your compassionate nature is taking you.”
    “I can’t get far enough down in this position.”
    “You need more yoga.”
    “How about the cock-in-mouth pose?”
    “How is that accomplished?”
    Winter grasped Matt, stood, and carried him to the nearest tree with low-hanging branches. He propped him on his feet and extended one of Matt’s hands to a branch. “Hand grasping tree posture.”
    Matt chuckled and grabbed.
    “Repeat twice.” Winter extended Matt’s other hand to a lower branch on the opposite side. “Now breathe deeply as I enter knees-to-dirt asana.” He dropped down to kneeling, then sat back on his haunches to bring him eye to eye, so to speak, with his object of meditation. “Bend forward and extend tongue.” He followed his own direction.
    “I’m dying here.”
    “Ah, relax and breathe.” Mouth wide open, he leaned in, grabbed Matt’s cock with his lips, and then slid it straight down to his throat.
    “Oh, ah.”
    Winter pulled back. “You’re not breathing.”
    “Shut up and suck!”
    Laughing and sucking at the same time came out as a snort and a gurgle, but Matt didn’t seem to mind. His hips snapped so hard Winter grabbed his butt to keep from getting strangled. Hmm. Too much material. Still sucking, he unfastened Matt’s jeans at the waist and pulled them down, then leaned back, getting a whine from the peanut gallery, and pulled Matt’s boxer briefs down to his ankles. With slow relish, he wrapped both hands around Matt’s hips and grasped the globes of his ass. He leaned back and unpopped his lips from that delicious cock. “Oh yeah. Much better.”
    “You an ass man, Mr. Thane?”
    “Definitely.” His fingers explored the smooth skin, encountering peach fuzz in the crack. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Funny. My father’s always wanted me to be straight. But how could you ever give up the hard, hot flesh of a man’s ass? It makes me want to bite and lick and push my cock between these mountains to see what it finds.”
    “I think most dads wish their gay sons didn’t have to go through all the shit that comes with the territory.”
    Winter snorted. “Nah. Damon just doesn’t believe in gay—” Shit. His eyes flew open, and he caught the words and swallowed them. “Uh, doesn’t believe it’s okay for a guy to be gay.”
    “Why? Is he religious?”
    “No. Just dumb. I think we’ve gotten seriously off track here.”
    “Not likely.” Matt stared down at his one-eyed friend. “He has a one-track mind.”
    Winter dug his fingers into the hard but silky flesh of Matt’s buns, leaned in and licked his cock from base to tip, then circled and went down the other way. “Ummm.” He wrapped his lips and sucked as he burrowed the tip of his tongue into Matt’s slit and tasted the sharp, sour-sweet bite of his precum.
    “Jesus, that feels so good.”
    Winter slipped his lips off. “In our yoga lesson, we must achieve balance. Let go of your branches.” Matt followed direction, and Winter whipped him around so his bare ass shone in the moonlight right at licking height. “Grab the branches again.”
    “Anything. Just don’t stop.” Matt took hold of the tree and popped his butt out for closer inspection. Thank you very much. Winter nibbled, licked, and then