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Chas’s jaw dropped. Gunner had been fantasizing about him for all these years? Warmth started in his gut and spread outward to fill his entire body. “Well, you’re in luck. The real thing is right here in the flesh. And I would purely love it if you fucked me all night long.”
“Such language, Mr. Reed,” Gunner tsked.
Chas held up the covers, and Gunner slipped into bed. Chas wrapped his arms around that muscular neck and pressed his body against all those acres of rock-hard muscle, and he felt as if he were exploding into a molten lava pool of desire.
“I want you, Gunner. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up until I can’t take any more. Stretching me and pounding into me until I come all over myself.”
“Mmm. I think that can be arranged.” Gunner rolled half on top of him and stared down at him in the flickering light of the television. “Why in the hell did we wait so long to do this?”
“Somebody had to run away and join the Navy and spend ten years pretending to be straight. I never went anywhere.”
“God, I’m an idiot.”
Chas smiled gently up at Gunner. “Yeah. But you’re my idiot.” He plunged his hands into Gunner’s damp, wavy hair and tugged his face down for a long, deep kiss. He felt Gunner’s penis stirring against his thigh, thickening and filling. Excitement vibrated through him.
“Tonight, will you flip me over and take me from behind?”
“If you want.”
“Oh, I want.”
Gunner smiled tentatively, which amused him to no end. The man had no idea what he was in for.
“But first, I’d like to show you a few things,” Chas murmured.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Roll over on your stomach. It would help if you put some pillows under your hips.”
Caution and possibly even alarm flashed in Gunner’s eyes.
“Trust me, Gunner. I won’t do anything you don’t like. You say so and I’ll stop immediately.”
“Stop what?”
“Well, I’m going to start by giving you a back rub. You did a lot of sitting today, and for a guy with a back injury, that can’t be comfortable. I’ll bet that means you’ve got a few kinks to work out.”
“I’m beginning to think you’re the one with the kink,” Gunner mumbled, his face buried in his arms.
“And you’re complaining about that?” Chas demanded.
“I retract the statement.”
“Better.” He opened the bottle of baby oil he’d swiped out of Poppy’s bag this morning and poured some into his hands. Then he smoothed his palms across Gunner’s back and reveled in the groan of pleasure it elicited.
“Just relax and let me do the work,” Chas murmured. He took his time, avoiding Gunner’s spine, kneading out every knot he found, working his way from top to bottom and side to side until Gunner completely relaxed under his hands. Gently, he pushed Gunner’s thighs apart and worked his way down both legs to Gunner’s feet.
He worked his way back up to Gunner’s ass and kneaded the heavy glute muscles until they, too, were completely flexible beneath his hands. He picked up the baby oil bottle and dribbled a stream into Gunner’s crack and used his fingers to massage it in.
Gunner tightened up, but Chas murmured encouragement to relax him as he rubbed the oil all around Gunner’s anus. Gently, he slipped the tip of a finger inside the tight ring of muscle.
“Easy, babe. I’m not going to fuck you, but I am going to show you where your prostate is and some things that will feel good to do with it.”
He reached down with his left hand to clasp Gunner’s hard, heavy cock from behind and stroke his oiled fist down its length as he slipped the index finger of his right hand a little deeper into Gunner’s ass. In and out with his finger, up and down with his fist. He stroked Gunner’s body until the man vibrated with pleasure beneath him.
He shifted his fist to Gunner’s scrotum, rubbing oil into it as he probed more deeply with his finger, hooking it forward to stroke Gunner’s prostate from the inside.
“Holy shit,” Gunner panted.