to me?” Odis moaned while lowering
his hands. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Bobby’s shorts and
started pushing them down.
Two quick sharp barks echoed in the hollowed-out courtyard outside
as a buzzing doorbell noise echoed in the room.
“Damn,” Odis said as he pulled away. “Someone’s at the gate.” Bobby breathed heavily, watching Odis will himself away and turn
to the door. “Is it Gertie?”
“No, Heim doesn’t bark when Gertie comes. It’s a vehicle she
doesn’t recognize,” Odis explained as he went to the french doors and left. Bobby looked around the gym. So much for getting a workout , he
thought as he gathered up all his things and put them in the duffel bag. He
took the bag and went into the main house.
Chapter 5
A
S
B
OBBY stood by the dining table, he watched through the house’s glass wall as Odis carried some kind of cardboard delivery box and took it into his studio.
Odis returned to the house a moment later, empty-handed. “Sorry about that, just a delivery.” He smiled at Bobby. “Where were we?” Odis asked as he stepped closer.
Bobby reached down and took hold of his T-shirt to slip it off. “No.” Odis reached out to stop him. “Keep your shirt on,” he told Bobby. Odis didn’t want to see the tattoo. He didn’t want to see that mark of Nathan on Bobby’s heart.
With a flirty smile, Bobby reached out, grabbed the bottom of Odis’s shirt, and yanked it over his head before Odis had a chance to protest.
Bobby grinned at the vision of Odis’s bare chest. His muscles weren’t bulked up at all, just nicely solid and toned on his thinner frame. And those nipples. As large as half-dollar coins, Odis’s pink areolas tightened as Bobby reached out a hand to the nearly hairless chest. Odis’s untanned pinkish-beige skin looked like some sort of rare and exotic balsa wood. “You never go out in the sun?”
“Not much.” Odis swallowed as Bobby’s masculine hand rubbed over one of his nipples. Bobby’s thumb wasn’t even large enough to completely cover the areola. “Always mean to lay out but just never get around to it.”
“Then don’t.” Bobby reached out his other hand and caressed it very lightly above the waistband of Odis’s jeans, tickling the sparse hairs along Odis’s flinching bare stomach. “Your skin is so beautiful the way it is.”
Odis panted as he looked into Bobby’s eyes. “Are you just gonna tease me? Or can we get in the bed now?”
“Bed?” Bobby toyed lightly with a finger at Odis’s stomach, following the golden-haired treasure trail up to Odis’s navel. “I really should grab a shower first….”
Odis looked up at Bobby. A shower did sound good—very nice, actually—but the height difference concerned him. Odis was afraid it might make things awkward if they were standing. He feared things would get clumsy enough once they got naked—there was no point in adding extra complications. He would rather be able to lie on the bed.
Bobby couldn’t understand Odis’s hesitancy. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, mostly.”
But Odis didn’t want Bobby to keep his hands to himself. He knew he was reaching a point of no return. Naked in bed was better. Odis leaned forward and made a show of inhaling through his nose. “You don’t need a shower… yet,” he told Bobby as he nudged him in the direction of the sleeping area.
Bobby took a step backward toward the bed. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Odis said, toeing off his shoes and kicking them behind himself. The shoes plop-plopped onto the concrete floor somewhere in the dining area.
Bobby reached down and untied the strings on his sneakers. He toed them off and left them behind as Odis nudged him further. “In a hurry?”
“Yes.” Odis reached out and lightly fondled the swollen package in front of him.
When Bobby was just inches from the bed, Odis hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Bobby’s shorts and slid them down to his knees, finally
his hands. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Bobby’s shorts and
started pushing them down.
Two quick sharp barks echoed in the hollowed-out courtyard outside
as a buzzing doorbell noise echoed in the room.
“Damn,” Odis said as he pulled away. “Someone’s at the gate.” Bobby breathed heavily, watching Odis will himself away and turn
to the door. “Is it Gertie?”
“No, Heim doesn’t bark when Gertie comes. It’s a vehicle she
doesn’t recognize,” Odis explained as he went to the french doors and left. Bobby looked around the gym. So much for getting a workout , he
thought as he gathered up all his things and put them in the duffel bag. He
took the bag and went into the main house.
Chapter 5
A
S
B
OBBY stood by the dining table, he watched through the house’s glass wall as Odis carried some kind of cardboard delivery box and took it into his studio.
Odis returned to the house a moment later, empty-handed. “Sorry about that, just a delivery.” He smiled at Bobby. “Where were we?” Odis asked as he stepped closer.
Bobby reached down and took hold of his T-shirt to slip it off. “No.” Odis reached out to stop him. “Keep your shirt on,” he told Bobby. Odis didn’t want to see the tattoo. He didn’t want to see that mark of Nathan on Bobby’s heart.
With a flirty smile, Bobby reached out, grabbed the bottom of Odis’s shirt, and yanked it over his head before Odis had a chance to protest.
Bobby grinned at the vision of Odis’s bare chest. His muscles weren’t bulked up at all, just nicely solid and toned on his thinner frame. And those nipples. As large as half-dollar coins, Odis’s pink areolas tightened as Bobby reached out a hand to the nearly hairless chest. Odis’s untanned pinkish-beige skin looked like some sort of rare and exotic balsa wood. “You never go out in the sun?”
“Not much.” Odis swallowed as Bobby’s masculine hand rubbed over one of his nipples. Bobby’s thumb wasn’t even large enough to completely cover the areola. “Always mean to lay out but just never get around to it.”
“Then don’t.” Bobby reached out his other hand and caressed it very lightly above the waistband of Odis’s jeans, tickling the sparse hairs along Odis’s flinching bare stomach. “Your skin is so beautiful the way it is.”
Odis panted as he looked into Bobby’s eyes. “Are you just gonna tease me? Or can we get in the bed now?”
“Bed?” Bobby toyed lightly with a finger at Odis’s stomach, following the golden-haired treasure trail up to Odis’s navel. “I really should grab a shower first….”
Odis looked up at Bobby. A shower did sound good—very nice, actually—but the height difference concerned him. Odis was afraid it might make things awkward if they were standing. He feared things would get clumsy enough once they got naked—there was no point in adding extra complications. He would rather be able to lie on the bed.
Bobby couldn’t understand Odis’s hesitancy. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, mostly.”
But Odis didn’t want Bobby to keep his hands to himself. He knew he was reaching a point of no return. Naked in bed was better. Odis leaned forward and made a show of inhaling through his nose. “You don’t need a shower… yet,” he told Bobby as he nudged him in the direction of the sleeping area.
Bobby took a step backward toward the bed. “You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Odis said, toeing off his shoes and kicking them behind himself. The shoes plop-plopped onto the concrete floor somewhere in the dining area.
Bobby reached down and untied the strings on his sneakers. He toed them off and left them behind as Odis nudged him further. “In a hurry?”
“Yes.” Odis reached out and lightly fondled the swollen package in front of him.
When Bobby was just inches from the bed, Odis hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Bobby’s shorts and slid them down to his knees, finally
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