issues. Tek looked back up with a grin. He then shook his head hard, sending water droplets flying.
“Guess you’re just a freak.” Tek smirked.
“Hey,” Jamie protested and wiped the water from his face.
“But don’t worry about it,” Tek assured him and pushed himself up against Jamie, wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist and pulling him tight. “’Cause you’re my freak and I like it freaky.”
“I’ll say,” Jamie teased. “But—” He grabbed Tek’s chin, leaning his head in closer until their noses were touching. “That means you’re mine as well. No more fucking chicks.”
“But—”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what the others will think,” Jamie interrupted. “We have six years to make up, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you waste one ounce of energy on anyone but me.”
“Cripes, are you a demanding fucker,” Tek scolded.
Jamie tightened the hold he had on Tek’s chin, his eyes boring into Tek’s with complete sincerity. “You don’t know the half of what I plan on demanding of you.”
Jamie didn’t give Tek a chance to respond. He smashed their mouths together, demanding entrance into that warm, perfect heat, and moaned loudly when Tek opened his mouth for him. He got all the response he needed when Tek shuddered against him.
Six long years Jamie had had to hide his feelings, burying them down into his gut until sometimes they made him nauseous and sick. No more. He refused to ever lie to Tek again about anything. This whole horrible misunderstanding, the six years of misery, wondering, questioning, could have all been avoided had they only been honest with each other. He’d never lie to Tek again.
And as strong in his conviction as Jamie was about the lying, it was tenfold stronger that Tek would never again share his magnificent body again with anyone but Jamie.
At an age when most kids were having shootouts at the OK Corral with wooden guns, then running home when the streetlights came on, I was given my first second-generation Glock 17 and prowled the streets at night. While other kids were dreaming of what would be inside packages Santa had put under their trees, I was packaging meth. Childhood can’t be measured between the time of innocence and reason. To believe so would mean I had no childhood, and I did.
I wrestled and teased and taunted. I could play for hours with wide-eyed wonderment for new places, events, and experience. There was no reason or logic to my play. Sometimes it was silly and crazy, and sometimes the playing went too far, feelings got hurt, knees got skinned, and hearts got broken. But it was never malicious, always in good fun. The only difference was, during my childhood, I was a six foot, three inch man with broad shoulders and thick muscles, and Jamie was my playmate.
Tek Cain
Power Play
“J ESUS , J AMIE . I can’t do it again,” Tek grumbled.
“Is that a challenge?” Jamie inquired with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Tek groaned and slapped Jamie’s hand away from his dick. “No, just a fact. I’ve already come three times today. I’m done. I give. Uncle,” he pleaded.
Jamie was going to kill him. In the three days since they’d been honest with each other about how they felt, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands to themselves any time they were alone. Tek had gotten his nut once the first day, twice the second, and three times today. Three times! In three hours! At this rate, he’d be shriveled up and dead within a week.
They hadn’t done anything beyond rubbing off on each other and mutual hand jobs—both still feeling their way along, so to speak. And as insatiable as Jamie was, Tek was almost afraid to do more. Tek looked down his body; Jamie was running his fingers through the wet cum on Tek’s stomach and chest. Jamie had his head propped up on his hand near Tek’s hip, that perfect mouth a mere foot from Tek’s spent cock. Almost. The idea made him grin.
“What’s that
“Guess you’re just a freak.” Tek smirked.
“Hey,” Jamie protested and wiped the water from his face.
“But don’t worry about it,” Tek assured him and pushed himself up against Jamie, wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist and pulling him tight. “’Cause you’re my freak and I like it freaky.”
“I’ll say,” Jamie teased. “But—” He grabbed Tek’s chin, leaning his head in closer until their noses were touching. “That means you’re mine as well. No more fucking chicks.”
“But—”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what the others will think,” Jamie interrupted. “We have six years to make up, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you waste one ounce of energy on anyone but me.”
“Cripes, are you a demanding fucker,” Tek scolded.
Jamie tightened the hold he had on Tek’s chin, his eyes boring into Tek’s with complete sincerity. “You don’t know the half of what I plan on demanding of you.”
Jamie didn’t give Tek a chance to respond. He smashed their mouths together, demanding entrance into that warm, perfect heat, and moaned loudly when Tek opened his mouth for him. He got all the response he needed when Tek shuddered against him.
Six long years Jamie had had to hide his feelings, burying them down into his gut until sometimes they made him nauseous and sick. No more. He refused to ever lie to Tek again about anything. This whole horrible misunderstanding, the six years of misery, wondering, questioning, could have all been avoided had they only been honest with each other. He’d never lie to Tek again.
And as strong in his conviction as Jamie was about the lying, it was tenfold stronger that Tek would never again share his magnificent body again with anyone but Jamie.
At an age when most kids were having shootouts at the OK Corral with wooden guns, then running home when the streetlights came on, I was given my first second-generation Glock 17 and prowled the streets at night. While other kids were dreaming of what would be inside packages Santa had put under their trees, I was packaging meth. Childhood can’t be measured between the time of innocence and reason. To believe so would mean I had no childhood, and I did.
I wrestled and teased and taunted. I could play for hours with wide-eyed wonderment for new places, events, and experience. There was no reason or logic to my play. Sometimes it was silly and crazy, and sometimes the playing went too far, feelings got hurt, knees got skinned, and hearts got broken. But it was never malicious, always in good fun. The only difference was, during my childhood, I was a six foot, three inch man with broad shoulders and thick muscles, and Jamie was my playmate.
Tek Cain
Power Play
“J ESUS , J AMIE . I can’t do it again,” Tek grumbled.
“Is that a challenge?” Jamie inquired with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Tek groaned and slapped Jamie’s hand away from his dick. “No, just a fact. I’ve already come three times today. I’m done. I give. Uncle,” he pleaded.
Jamie was going to kill him. In the three days since they’d been honest with each other about how they felt, they hadn’t been able to keep their hands to themselves any time they were alone. Tek had gotten his nut once the first day, twice the second, and three times today. Three times! In three hours! At this rate, he’d be shriveled up and dead within a week.
They hadn’t done anything beyond rubbing off on each other and mutual hand jobs—both still feeling their way along, so to speak. And as insatiable as Jamie was, Tek was almost afraid to do more. Tek looked down his body; Jamie was running his fingers through the wet cum on Tek’s stomach and chest. Jamie had his head propped up on his hand near Tek’s hip, that perfect mouth a mere foot from Tek’s spent cock. Almost. The idea made him grin.
“What’s that
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