Page 140 of Bobby Green

“Need!” Reg begged, arching up, and Bobby captured his hand, sucking on his thumb and forefinger, scraping the underside with his teeth.

“When we’re done here,” Bobby whispered harshly, “you’re gonna stretch me. And then you’re gonna fuck me. And you’d better make sure I’m big and wide as the world. ’Cause all I want to do when you’re fucking me is scream and come.”

Reg moaned, wanting all the things at once.

“All I wanna do now is scream and come,” he admitted. “C’mon, Bobby—I’m ready. Fuck me.”

Bobby positioned himself between Reg’s thighs, and Reg felt him, pressed up against his sphincter, battering his way in. He tilted his head back and bore down, forcing his body to swallow Bobby’s girth in one gulp, sighing in surrender as that titanic member breached him.

It filled him completely, gave Reg shape, gave him substance. The throbbing of Bobby’s cock became Reg’s heartbeat, and the smooth stroke of him inside became Reg’s breath.

Bobby pushed, relentless, sure, and rested, seated deep in Reg’s body.

Reg’s breath stopped, and he peered up at Bobby through the dim light of his room.

“I gotcha,” Bobby promised, and Reg nodded, reassured.

“Then take me,” he urged.

Bobby pulled back and thrust in hard, and Reg saw a train behind his eyes, hurtling, forceful, climbing, climbing, climbing, building every peak until it reached the top of the world.

Reg’s breath caught for a moment, he opened his eyes to see Bobby’s head thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight as he fucked hard and sure—

And the train plummeted to earth on the rails while Reg screamed with the thrill of the ride.

THEY RESTEDfor a moment, and Reg thoughtThis is when we have round two, because once was never enough for Bobby to fuck.

Bobby surprised him then.

“You look tired, baby,” he said, kissing Reg’s temple.

Reg was going to say he wasn’t so old he couldn’t go again, but a yawn caught him by surprise.

“I ain’t been sleeping good,” he confessed, tired enough to use “ain’t.”

“Sleep,” Bobby whispered. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

“Mm.” Reg closed his eyes, then spoke from behind the falling curtain of unconsciousness. “Don’t wash me off. Want you inside me.”

“Good.”

“Gonna top next round.”

“Good. I want you inside me too.”

Reg smiled a little and rolled to his side. “Don’t leave,” he whispered. “I can survive if you do, but it would hurt to live.”

Bobby wrapped a sweaty arm around his shoulders. “I’m not going to leave,” he said.

“Ever,” Reg stressed. “Gonna live here.”

“Damned straight.”

“Okay, then.”

And it was enough. Wasn’t the promises in the books—not the hearts, not the flowers—but it was all Reg had never dared to dream of. He could sleep, secure in Bobby’s warmth, and wake, knowing Bobby would be there too.

It was so much more than Reg had ever thought life could hold.