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"You are special, baby."
Billy melted into the strong arms
that suddenly wrapped around him, resting his head against Rourke's chest. He
could hear the man's heart beat against his ear and was surprised at how
soothing the sound was.
"You think I'm special?" Billy
asked as he tilted his head back to look up into Rourke's rugged face. His
heart pounded faster in his chest at the glint of something unknown he could
see shining in Rourke's eyes. He didn't quite know what it was but it made him
feel hot and achy.
"I know you're special, baby,"
Rourke said. "Didn't I already say that?"
Billy licked his lips and
swallowed. His throat felt dry. "Wo-would you kiss me again?"
Rourke's eyebrow arched and for a
moment, Billy thought he might have asked for something he shouldn't have.
Then Rourke's lips swooped down covered Billy's. Billy groaned and leaned into
the kiss. He really liked kissing Rourke.
The texture of Rourke's lips
pressed against his, the swipe of his tongue, even the way the man tasted all
worked to drive Billy into a frenzy until he didn't want anything else in the
world but to be right where he was. He didn't even mind the small ache in his
back when Rourke's hands moved down to grab his butt.
"Do you see what you do to me,
baby?" Rourke asked as he grabbed Billy's hand and pushed it down between
them. Billy's eyes widened as his hand was pressed against the large bulge in
Rourke's pants. He started panting, unable to keep the air in his lungs.
"You…" Billy licked his lips
again. He glanced down between them even though he couldn't see anything
through the press of their bodies. But he sure could imagine. "Can I see?"
"See?"
"I've never…" Billy shrugged.
"I've never seen…"
Rourke suddenly growled then
claimed Billy's lips with a hunger that shook Billy down to his toes. This
wasn't the slow, thoughtful kiss he'd received from Rourke before. This kiss
was fueled with hunger, and desire, and a wildness that Billy had never
encountered. It was a little exciting, a little thrilling, and a whole lot
scary.
Even with his lips pressed
against Rourke's, Billy couldn't prevent his small cry when Rourke suddenly
lifted him up and carried him toward the side of the barn. He wasn't quite
sure what was going on when Rourke set him on the ground and leaned him back
against the barn wall until he saw the man's hands go to the buttons on his
belt.
Billy swallowed hard as he
watched Rourke unbutton his jeans then slowly separate the sides until his
cock popped free. Rourke gestured with one hand. "You wanted to see…"
Billy took a hesitant step
forward then quickly glanced up at Rourke's face. He watched the man carefully
as he lowered himself to his knees and reached for his cock. He didn't want to
do anything he wasn't allowed.
The small shudder that worked its
way through Rourke's body when his hands wrapped around his erection concerned
Billy but the man didn't pull away. Billy took it as a good sign and scooted
closer.
"You're much bigger than I am,"
Billy whispered as he fit his fingers around Rourke's cock over and over
again. He glanced up in surprise when he heard a small grunt. Rourke's lips
were pressed together, his brows drawn down in a deep frown. "I'm sorry,
should I have not said that?"
"No, baby, it's fine," Rourke
said. "Your hand feels good wrapped around me."
Billy flushed and dropped his
eyes. He could imagine a lot more he'd like to do than use his hand but that
was just a fantasy, maybe. So far, Rourke seemed to be a willing participant
in Billy's fantasies. He only hoped that continued.
"You're a lot longer than I am,"
Billy said as he worked his hand over Rourke's cock, "but I think I'm
thicker."
"Thicker?" Rourke's deep swallow
was audible and enough to catch Billy's attention. He looked up.
"I think so." Billy frowned. "Is
that wrong?"
"No." Even though his words said
differently, Rourke sounded a little hoarse.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, baby."
Hoping Rourke was right, Billy
returned his attention to the long shaft he held in his hand. Rourke was very
long but Billy could fit his entire hand around him. He couldn't do that with
his own cock. But Rourke was very silky and Billy loved the texture moving
under his fingers.
"Keep that up, baby, and I'm
going to come."
"Really?" Billy masturbated,
well, a lot, especially to images of Rourke. To know he could bring Rourke the
same pleasure was mind boggling to him. He tightened his grip and the rhythm
of his strokes, wanting more than anything to see Rourke come and know he'd
done it.
Soon, Rourke started moving his
hips, thrusting himself into Billy's grasp. "Just a little tighter, baby,"
Rourke whispered tightly.
Billy squeezed tighter. A thrill
ran through at the long groan that came from the man standing over him when he
did.
"I'm getting close, baby."
Billy almost groaned himself at
the deep growl he could hear in Rourke's voice. It made him feel achy. He kept
one hand wrapped around Rourke's cock and moved the other one down to his own
jeans, fumbling with the buttons until they came free.
Billy cried out as he wrapped his
free hand around his own cock, stroking it quickly to catch up with Rourke. It
wouldn't take him long. He was already incredibly aroused just from touching
Rourke. This was a fantasy come true.
"Oh damn, you're touching
yourself, aren't you?"
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