Page 139 of Bobby Green

THEY MADEit into the house, and a lot after that was a haze, a blurred whirl of clothes coming off and Bobby’s hands on his skin while he grabbed for as much of Bobby as he could manage.

Finally Bobby backed him up against the wall, hands held over his head. “Breathe,” he commanded, chest laboring. “Breathe. Not so fast.”

“Want it all now,” Reg demanded, forgetting all those resolutions about being a grown-up.

Bobby smiled, slow and wicked. “You’ll get it all—but not all at once.”

Reg reached down and squeezed him through his briefs. Big. Thick and long. “You are bigger than your cock,” Reg said, closing his eyes and breathing in the heat and the vague sawdust smell that made up Bobby Green.

“Yeah,” Bobby whispered, teasing his ear, nibbling on his lobe. “But the cock has its place.”

Reg chortled—and tried not to let his knees buckle. “My ass, right?”

Bobby sucked hard on his neck, making him whimper, and let the flesh out of his mouth with a pop. “Yeah, Reg. It’s going up there.”

“Oh, thank Go-awd?”

Bobby dropped to his knees on the floor of Reg’s room, shucked his briefs, and sucked the head of his dick into his warm, skilled mouth.

Reg gave a soft shriek, a happy sound. Oh hell—he’d been too depressed to even beat off these last two months. His dick was prime, aching—

“Oh my God, Bobby, gonna—maybe don’t—wanna wait a…Jesus!”

His orgasm scalded, ripping a hole through his soul, his heart, his gut. He slid down the wall, trembling, pulling out of Bobby’s mouth with the last spurt. Bobby stayed on his knees and grinned down at him, Reg’s come striped across his chin, running down his neck.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Reg said, laughing weakly.

Bobby’s eyes grew dark, and he leaned in close. “I missed your taste,” he growled. Reg leaned forward, licking his chin first before taking his mouth, tasting himself on Bobby’s lips. Bobby shifted, and Reg slid all the way down the wall, lying flat on his back on his own floor. He brought his knees up, spreading wide so Bobby could thrust against Reg’s nakedness, still clothed in his underwear.

“Skin,” Reg begged. “Please?”

Bobby groaned and pushed smoothly to his feet, extending his hand. Reg saw him for a moment, looming tall at his six-foot-five-inch height, shoulders spread, eyes glowing with promise. Larger than life, that was his Bobby, but then he took the offered hand and levered up, right into his arms.

And suddenly he was a part of that greatness, touching it, enveloped by it, skin to skin.

Bobby took his mouth again, and he found himself on his own bed, sprawled and sex-drugged, while Bobby rooted for the lube in the dresser.

Bobby came back and kissed him, then broke away, shoving two fingers into his mouth. Reg sucked, closing his eyes because he knew where those fingers were going—yearnedto feel them penetrate.

“Spread your knees,” Bobby whispered, pulling back.

Reg did, looking at him with what even he knew was worship. Bobby used a wet finger to toy with his rim, circle, push through the puckered hole, and Reg’s knees fell even more open.

He wanted this. Wanted it so bad. He held his ankles to his ears, knees to his chest, while Bobby kneeled beside him and fingered his rim.

“You are so prime,” Bobby whispered, sounding awed. “Just begging for me?”

“You have no idea,” Reg whispered, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His entire body floated in the dark for a moment, and then the penetration in his ass became a bright spot, glowing orange. Bobby widened the circle going in, and the spot became a ring, burning, aching, glorious and red.

A little lube cooled it, and then the ache resumed, spread, two fingers, scissoring wider, and Reg groaned. He shoved his body down and pulled back, down and back, wanting more.

“Easy.” Bobby planted his other hand on Reg’s chest. “I want to make sure you’re ready.”

Reg opened his eyes and reached over to stroke Bobby’s cock. Iron-hard and damned long, it wept at the end with so much attention.

“I will always be ready,” Reg told him. “All of you. All those guys that came before? That was their job. Making sure I was ready for someone as big in his heart as you are.” He squeezed hard and stroked slow, enjoying the way Bobby tilted his head back and groaned. A spurt of pre scalded his wrist, and Reg kept looking up at Bobby as he let go and brought his palm to his mouth so he could lick it off.

Bobby grunted and pulled his fingers out of Reg’s ass.