Sweetheart, if you gonna buy a plug, buy you one big enough to know it’s there. Don’t buy one of those measly ones meant for city folk. You’re from hardier stock”


Christine looked up over the display and saw Stella staring back at her with a grin.  The owner was a legend in her own right. Widowed at a young age, she moved to Maran and proceeded to take over the local bar and the attached ‘gentleman’s club’. Her move into the adult novelty business was therapy after her third husband died and left her too much money to spend in a lifetime. The fact that she loved to stir up trouble with the local politicians was a bonus.


Christine pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. Stella had a good heart and she knew she could tell her anything. Maybe unloading her secrets wouldn’t be so bad. She looked at the toy in her hand and quickly put it down. Whatever it was modeled after couldn’t be human, and then they had added rabbit ears? She shook her thoughts away.


“I’m staying at the cabin this week. Ronald and I broke up.” She held her head up. Those words would have brought tears and a Cherries Garcia binge just a week ago. Now it was another part of her history. She reached down into her basket and piled a variety of toys on the counter, some of which she would have to look up how to use them.  She was starting fresh and that included broadening her horizons and learning new things. Somehow she didn’t think her mother meant in Ms. Stella’s House of Love.


“I heard that old place needed some work. Have you got people comin’ to help?” Stella deftly placed her new toys in a nondescript bag while staring directly at Christine. Under such close scrutiny she should have felt uncomfortable, but couldn’t help feel protected.  Stella had looked into her soul and found she needed something. Christine wasn’t sure she knew herself, but maybe Stella would help her heal.


“No one. I can fix it up as I go along. I’m only here for a week.” The bells jingled and clanked as Christine let herself out into the crisp, fall air. She had been gone a long time from Maran, but she knew the smell of snow coming from the north.


The thwack of a boot hitting the clapboard was driving Chris to drink. The rhythmic sound was only a little less grating than Greg whistling his version of American Woman. He had two more steps to fix and they could get home before the snow hit.


“Why do you think Stella said we needed to come out here tonight? It doesn’t look like anyone is staying here.” Greg rolled off the uneven porch into the overgrown rose garden. No one was around and he had been itching all day to grab Chris’s hair and force him to take his cock into that luscious mouth and swallow everything he could give. He twisted the house keys around his finger, a smile playing over his lips. He was tired of Chris ignoring his whistling and kicking. Time for a new tactic.

Chris wasn’t prepared for the two hundred pounds of solid muscle that landed him on his back. He geared up for a fight when a hot, warm mouth moved down his neck, slowly licking and sucking. A low groan was the only sound as Greg unbuttoned Chris’s flannel shirt, kissing and sucking each new area that appeared.


“I missed this. I missed you.” Chris’s voice was deeper, the sound of longing unmistakable.  They hadn’t been together in six weeks and it was all they could do to stay away from each other.  They weren’t ashamed of their relationship, just didn’t have much time to spend together.


“Don’t I know it. My cock’s about to rip through my jeans and you’re just laying there on your back enjoying the daylight” Greg smiled as he pulled Chris up the steps, ignoring the grunts and groans of protest as he moved them into the house.


Greg wanted to rip off his pants and Chris’s, push the man down on all fours and fuck him until they both begged for relief. They stumbled into the kitchen, the room lit by the last of the evening sunlight. He’d bent Chris over the table and taken his ass more than once in this very kitchen. There was little stopping him now.  Just that thought had him hard enough to pound nails.


As he bent to kiss Chris, Greg found his face against the heavy wooden cabinets, his arms pinned at his sides, Chris’s hard cock pressed into his ass. He was turned on and needed to get their clothes off, now. Better yet, just slide their pants down and let Chris sink into his hot ass, the smooth heat closing around him, pulling him deeper as Chris grabbed his ass cheeks and pounded against him. His cock wept just thinking about it.


Chris took a deep breath, the smell of sweat and musk curling into this belly. He couldn’t resist leaning over and taking a taste of Greg as he stood pressed against the wall.


“Which would you like more? Your dick in my mouth…or…I could lay you on the table and lick you just the way you like. Let my tongue roll around your hole, over and over, in and out, wetting you for me, relaxing you.” Chris ran his tongue over Greg’s ear and bit down lightly. The shudder wracked both their frames.


“My cock would be so deep in your ass you’d be coming before I pulled out the first time.” Greg pushed and Chris allowed the bigger man to turn in his arms.


“If you were in my ass now, I wouldn’t be the only one coming. I want you to suck my cock and lick my ass and fuck me until I can’t stand anymore. I want you to come inside me, shooting your load so hard you make me come too.” Greg stopped, both panting as they stared into each others eyes.


Within minutes, belts and jeans were landing on the kitchen floor, t shirts forgotten as the temperature ratcheted up to inferno in that small house.


Greg leaned down and licked the precum dripping from Chris’s cock. He relished the saltiness as he swallowed. He tormented Chris with tiny licks around his shaft, moving just enough that Chris groaned in frustration. He rocked his thighs and Greg swallowed a little more with each pass. He had to relax his throat if he planned on taking him deep. He had done it before, it just required patience.


Greg slid Chris’s dick deeper into his mouth, swallowing around him, listening to the swift intake of air. He stopped and fondled Chris’s balls before reaching down to tug on his own rigid cock, just biding his time until he could fuck Chris without stopping.


All too soon, Chris’s balls tightened in his hand and he pulled off him, wrapping his hand low around Chris’s shaft and squeezing. Chris shook from the restraint of holding back and finally climbed down onto the floor.


Greg watched Chris climb slowly onto his knees, his pink, puckered hole open for his pleasure. And they both would find pleasure tonight. Using his hands, he leaned in and feasted. Long, slow strokes, quick flicks and back to slow again. Chris begged with every swipe of his tongue.


“No more!  No more teasing. Just give me your cock or I swear I’ll come without you.” Chris’s hand pumped his cock before Greg could stop him.


“Don’t even think about it.” Greg reached into his tool belt and found the small package of lube he kept there. Once a boy scout…


He smeared the lube on his cock and lay atop his lover, his chest pressing against Chris’s back and his cock cradled by his hips. He slowly released his hold on Chris’s hips and aligned their thighs, centering his cock, thrusting once, breaching Chris’s hole.


Greg heard a muffled “fuck yeah” as blood roared in his ears and it took everything he had not to plow balls deep into the luscious ass in front of him.


“Move, now” came out as a growl that would have Greg laughing at any other time but he was in no laughing mood. He thrust, sharp, in and out, deeper with each pass. He lifted the upper half of his body and shifted, moving his thighs between Chris’s, seating himself deeper in his ass. Both men groaned.

He kissed and bit where Chris’s shoulder meets his neck, pushing and pulling him back and forth onto his shaft. He lost himself to the rhythm, the sounds, the smells as he plunged into him again and again. The pace was too good, the clenching of Chris’s ass around his shaft unbelievable. He couldn’t stop.


His cock was so hard, his balls so tight he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He wanted them to come together and wrapped a hand around the man’s rock hard shaft and tugged. It didn’t take much and Chris came with yell. Greg milked Chris’s dick, semen shoot over his hand and onto the floor.


Watching Chris come in his hand threw him over the edge. He couldn’t stop and exploded, jets of come pulled from his balls and pumped into Chris’s ass, the man under him taking everything he was given.


He came until he thought he would collapse, and still buried in Chris’s ass, slid them both to the floor, utterly spent. He nuzzled his lovers hair and relaxed.


He wasn’t expecting the distinctly feminine gasp, sharp heels on the hard wood floor franticly moving and the slamming of the front door.


“What the hell was that?” Greg groaned.


Chris laughed as he wiggled under Greg. “That was why Stella hired us to work up here.”


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