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You know me. Just can t get enough of that ass. Simon reached across the car and
stroked heavy fingers over Brady s cock.
With a wild glance, Brady realized Simon was right. They were almost back to the
farm. If his love would just stop touching, he d be able to hang on. They pulled into the
driveway, and Simon managed to turn the car off while Brady fumbled with the seat belt.
He swore there was an explosion when their bodies came together outside the car.
Lips sucked. Teeth bit and tongues teased. Simon ripped Brady s shirt off, discarding it
on the ground.
You owe me a new shirt. Brady laughed as he pushed Simons t-shirt up and over
his head.
Simon didn t reply. His hot mouth latched onto Brady s nipple. Brady cried out. He
couldn t think. His cock swelled and pleasure shot down from his nipples to tighten his
balls.
Naked now, he demanded, reaching down to undo Simon s pants.
Simon grunted, allowing Brady to undress them both while Simon licked his skin.
By the time their clothes were out of the way, Brady s nipples were hard bits of aching
flesh.
Car. Simon shoved Brady towards the Mustang. Like the slut he was, Brady bent
over the hood, rubbing his cock against the cooling metal. The movements of his hips
offered his ass at a perfect angle for Simon.
Please. He knew Simon loved it when he begged.
A moan filled the night as Simon spread his ass cheeks and one slick digit slid inside
him. He began to fuck himself on Simon s finger, which became two a minute later.
Simon twisted them and hit his gland.
Fuck! Brady shouted, light sparking behind his eyelids.
Ready? Simon s rough hand caressed the small of his back.
Yes. Now.
The blunt head of the fat prick Brady loved replaced Simon s fingers. Simon sighed,
and Brady hissed as his lover sank in as deep as he could get. Brady adored the burn of
that first thrust almost as much as he loved climaxing.
Moving.
He nodded. The fullness in his ass took his breath away. Simon s arm wrapped
around his waist to support him, making sure Brady didn t slam face-first into the hood
with each thrust. Simon s voice caressed him, along with those large hands he couldn t
get enough of.
Imagine Jack with us, babe. He d be lying under you. Your cock buried in that
beautiful ass of his. He ll be so tight, it ll be like you re fucking a virgin.
He could see it and when Simon s other hand fisted his cock, he could feel it too.
Those pretty green eyes will stare up at you, and you ll see his climax building in
them. Your lovely long prick will nail Jack s gland with every stroke in time with me.
When the little one comes, his ass will clamp around you and milk all your cum from
you. You ll feel his cum all over your stomach.
Brady cried out as Simon s hand massaged his shaft in mimicry of what Jack s
climax would feel like. Brady shot, his climax exploding from him and painting the steel
beneath him. A few more thrusts and Simon grunted, filling Brady with hot cum.
They collapsed on the car, trying to catch their breath. Simon was the first to move,
groaning as he pulled out and stood up. Rolling over, Brady smiled up at the man he d
loved for fifteen years.
Knees stiff, love? He caressed Simon s hip.
Simon grabbed his ruined shirt and shook the dirt from it. Wiping the cum off the
car, Simon laughed. Nothing a soak in the hot tub won t fix. You ll have to wash the car
tomorrow.
He took Simon s hand and let the bigger man pull him to his feet. Snuggling close,
he ignored the tangled pile of clothes. He d pick them up early tomorrow morning before
the farm hands arrived. They made their way into the house.
I have time in the morning before my first lesson shows up. He was relaxed and
sleepy, though the image of Jack coming at the club earlier was burned in his mind.
Good. I ll take your truck to work, then. Simon steered them through the house
towards the back. Go grab some towels. I ll start the water.
Brady made a detour to the laundry room to get the towels. He saw the thick blanket
they often used when they had picnics. He touched it, thinking about Jack being spread
over the hood of the car.
We ll need to keep a blanket in the car if we plan on fucking Jack on the hood, he
remarked as he stepped on the deck.
Simon had tugged off the cover on the hot tub and started the jets. As the water
warmed and bubbled, Simon sank into the hot water. You re right. His skin s sensitive, I
bet. The metal would mark him.
No marks except the ones we make on him. Brady climbed in and rested his head
on Simon s shoulder.
Possessive of him already, babe? You might want to make sure he ll want to keep
playing before you go all caveman on him. Simon s chuckle was lazy.
He ll want to. Who could resist you?
Flattery will get you fucked, but in our bed this time.
I m only telling the truth. Brady traced the ripped muscles in Simon s stomach.
What do you think of Jack?
Why is it important, Brady? Simon grumbled, and Brady could tell his lover was
getting tired. We got off with him. He s pretty.
I don t know. He shrugged. I just got this feeling when I looked at him.
It s called lust. Simon pinched his ass.
Lust is there. He s different from us, Simon. So thin and almost fragile. But it s
more a certainty that he s a guy we can keep and play with for a while. He didn t look
Simon in the eye.
You re always looking for some guy to complete us, Brady. Why is that? Simon s
hand threaded through Brady s curls. Is there something missing between us?
Brady straightened up so fast, water splashed over the edges of the tub. No. I love
you and always will, but there s room in our hearts for another person. Why not go
looking for him and have some fun while we re at it?
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