Page 25 of Hammer and Hops

I nodded like a fiend, then took the shorts off, along with my shirt, and got back on the couch in my boxers.

Everett pulled his shirt off and shimmied out of his shorts as well. With a lot more skin revealed, the sexual tension ramped up. I held him close, and we made out like teenagers, kissing and touching wherever we could. Everett’s five o’clock shadow scratched against my throat and chest, and I slid my hand into his boxers to get my fingers around his cock.

“Cameron? We’ve never talked about preferences… Do you top?”

“I can go either way. What would you like?”

“Oh, good. I like to bottom, if that’s okay with you.” No way was I turning that down.

“Perfect.” I kissed him again as I squeezed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes. “How about we ditch these?” I pulled at the elastic band that was already halfway down his leg.

“Yeah…” He yanked and kicked until they were off, then got comfortable again. Only it might have been a great snuggling couch, but it wasn’t a great fucking couch.

“Want to go back to my bedroom? It’ll be more comfortable, and honestly, once we really get started, I don’t want to stop.”

“Oh. I guess so, yeah.”

When we got to my room, he got on the mattress on his hands and knees while I dropped my boxers and opened the lube. His ass was killer like he did stair climbers daily. I gave one cheek a squeeze, then I gently bit it, and he squealed. I rubbed his back and kissed up his spine as I felt around for that lube I’d tossed up beside him. “Let’s get ready.” I clicked the bottle open and used it generously, spending time prepping him until he finally sighed and rolled over on his back.

He was simply gorgeous, stretched out like that, long torso, graceful arms, and his cock was a beauty. It perfectly suited him right down to the soft peachy coloring. I needed to touch him and reached out, gently stroking his balls and rubbing up his cock. He stretched into my strokes like a cat. “Mmm…”

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do. Maybe do more.”

“Yes…” I was more than ready to get on with the doing more, and as I got on the mattress behind him, he lifted his legs and grabbed his knees, pulling them in and showing off his gaping hole. I grabbed the lube and squirted more on my hand before stroking my cock and lining up.

With all the gel I used, the head of my dick slipped around before I could get it lined up enough to push in. The first bit was difficult, as always, but we worked together and made quick work of the push-and-burn segment and powered right into the feeling-good part. His channel was hot and tight as I fucked into him, and it felt so good that I wanted him to feel it too. I canted my hips left then right and around, hoping to hit his P-spot, and I was getting frustrated that I couldn’t find it until Everett lifted his ass a tiny bit higher and bam! He screamed unintelligible words.

“Yes!” Now we were cooking, and I thrust into him harder and faster until we both came intensely.

Afterward, I jumped on clean-up duty, then snuggled in next to him. He wound his legs together with mine, and I didn’t want this to be over. “Stay the night?”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll drop you at Harrington’s to get your car early in the morning.”

“Early-early? I have a lot of stuff to do. I’m already behind—”

“Stop it. Early as you want. Now relax.” I literally felt his body tense up as he thought about work. I turned to my side and ran my hands through his hair. “Do I have to fuck you again to get you to relax?”

His lips turned up in a smile. “Maybe later…”

Chapter seventeen

Someone’s Messing With Me - Everett

It’d been three days since my tires had been slashed, and I had a new order over near Hartsville, nearly thirty miles away, but a sale was a sale. We loaded up the kegs and other equipment we needed, plugged the address into my phone, and left.

I arrived and started to unload when the manager came out. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I have an order for you.” I handed him my clipboard with the form.

“Uh, we didn’t order this.”

“Joseph Kemp called it in.”

“We don’t have anyone by that name that even works here.”