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“Just pick it up and toss it through. No one cares.”

“I care.” I tap it through on the fourth try, and throw both arms up like I just won a major. Geoff’s laugh is loud enough that the woman at the next hole looks over.

He starts his putt with a dramatic windup, banks the ball off of the side rail and somehow drops it into the cup and I stare at it like he’s cheated.

“That wasn’t skill.”

“Wasn’t luck either.” He holds his finger up like he’s blowing on a smoking gun, and I shove his shoulder, laughing. He catches my hand on the way past instead of letting it just fall off him, quick, squeezing.

Nobody here cares who I am. No cameras in our faces, no gallery. Just some guy losing badly at mini-golf to the man he loves. I feel about ten years younger than I did walking in. I’ll take this over watching a leaderboard any night.

28

GEOFF

Raspberry Park Hot Springs at night is a maze of foggy tranquility. We drop our clothes on the edge of the hottest pool and slide into water one degree short of being intolerable.

“Ohhh yeah,” Ben groans as he wades into the fog. I follow, not wanting to lose him in the mist. I can see heads in the fog, other people nearby, but no one is going to bother us. Everyone is here, naked, to relax and let the outside world stay outside. The Milky Way gleams above us the way it can only in the mountains with no Denver lights to hide it.

Ben’s back has been cranky lately, and I tug him to me, chest to chest, and dig my thumbs into his lumbar area.

He moans in my ear, “Fuck, that’s good.”

I chuckle, hearing other moans nearby. With the darkness and water to hide in, inhibitions disappear. I focus on his back, however.

We made love in the condo before we headed up here. Slow and heated, he kept me on edge for what seemed to be hours, grinding up into me while my cock wept on his stomach, then flipping us over to pound into me as I babbled, begged, pleaded with him to let me cum. I think I fell asleep under him afterwards.

His head drops to my shoulder as I work his muscles and he sags against me.

“Mmph, you’re good at that,” he grunts as I work at a knot.

“Mom had a curved spine,” I say. “Made Dad and me learn.”

“Go, Mom,” he groans. “I love your son, ma’am.”

I chuckle. “Wish you’d gotten a chance to meet her. She’d have adored you.”

He huffs against my neck, almost boneless, floating in the hot water, draping his arms around my neck and letting me hold him up. I walk us to the edge and prop him against it, then lift my arms onto the rim and hoist myself up to sit on my towel.

“Too hot for me,” I admit, dangling just my legs.

“We can move to a cooler one?”

“Nah, I’ll let you boil your balls.”

“Wimp,” he laughs, moving between my spread thighs and resting his head against one leg, dangerously close to my cock hanging low in the heat.

“Don’t you get any ideas there, Mr. Vance,” I snicker.

He snickers and turns to face me. This corner is dark, chosen on purpose, and the fog obscures us from passersby. He looks at me, dark eyes watching my tip, and my greedy dick stirs. That he can turn me on from just looking at me… then his hand reaches for me and yep, he sucks me in.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Someone might see, Ben.”

“Uh, uh,” he says around my cock.

He sucks harder, and I grunt as a jolt of pleasure spikes along my body. “Ben, stop,” I whisper-protest.

He looks up at me and takes me from his mouth and growls softly, “Quiet. Cum for me, fast and hard, baby. Be a good boy for me.” Then he is sucking and I have to do what he demanded. I curl forward over his head, hands on his shoulder and submit to his strokes and sucks, letting him take control of my body. Unrelenting, just the way he knows will push me over fast, fingers under my balls pressing up on my taint, and I grit my teeth as I erupt, gasping.