Texas Twin Fddlers and a Steel Guitar by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-03-07T23:42:39.704000+00:00

The place wasn’t scary, just the messy that came from living alone and not being worried too much about clutter. Jeremy opened the little fridge and tossed over a Shiner, taking one for himself. “Bathroom’s first door. Bedroom’s the second. You need to borrow a pair of shorts?”

“Nah, I got a pair.” Well, truth be told they weren’t even his, Dan’d left them drying on a balcony at a hotel in Houston and Ben’d grabbed them. Served the little fucker right too, for ruining his nice white pair with a fucking can of Big Red. Dickhead.

“Cool. You can take the bathroom. I got to dig mine out of the chest of drawers.”

“Man, you own furniture? You sure you’re a fiddle player?”

Jeremy laughed, pulled off his shirt and whacked him in the shoulder with it. “Shit, no.

I’m borrowing from my granny until I’m successful enough to live out of my suitcase like you, cowboy.”

“Oh, ho! Look at the smartass talk!” Ben hooted, grabbed the shirt and twisted it, getting ready to pop Jeremy good and hard across that tight little ass.

He got one shot in before Jeremy pushed right close, too close to whap, giving him an armful of man just daring him to take advantage of it. Felt damn good too, lean and horny, fingers wrapped around his upper arms.

Easy wasn’t it? To lean on in and take that pretty little mouth, tongue pushing right on in and spreading those lips wide so he could taste. Damn.

Kissing wasn’t his strong suit, never had been, but he’d done enough to keep a man wanting another and another. He’d always heard life was one part natural born talent and the rest just practice. It didn’t hurt a single bit to be having a duet with a natural, either.

Jeremy was just working it, tongue sliding against his, tempting him in and then pushing back to challenge a little.

It was enough to make him ache, to make him lose his breath and rumble right into Jeremy’s mouth, hips rocking, rubbing them together in the best sort of dancing.

Jeremy’s hand slid down his arm, petting and stroking as it went before circling his wrist and drawing his hand in and around, pressing his fingers against that needy cock pushing against tissue paper denim. Oh, pretty.

He wrenched his head back, panting, fingers playing that long shaft. They stood and panting, forehead to forehead, looking at each other. “Damn, son. You can kiss.”

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