Story excerpt

Travis agreed. “If it wasn’t for you, Andrea, I would be living off of microwave dinners and Frosted Flakes. You’re the best cook there is, but don’t tell my mom or she’ll never cook for me again. Hunter’s a damn lucky guy.” Travis threw his arm over Hunter’s broad, muscled shoulders, pulling him close, giving him a manly hug. Hunter was taken off guard, almost dropping the plates in his hands. The skin-on-skin contact and manly scent sent shockwaves of lust coursing throughout his body and confusion clouding his brain.

Andrea chuckled, pushing her seat away from the table. “Well, thanks very much, Travis, and don’t worry, your secret will always be safe with me.” She smiled at the boys warmly, but then a look of concern swept over her face. “Hunter, honey, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling all right?” She raced toward Hunter and placed the palm of her hand on his reddened cheek and forehead. “No fever, but you are a little warm.”

“Jesus.” He brushed her hand gently away. “I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here.” He then turned and faced Travis. “And you, get the hell off of me.” He shrugged Travis’s still-perched arm from his shoulders.

Travis slid his arm south, touching Hunter’s back and brushing the top of his buttocks, lingering slightly, before turning and grabbing a fistful of knives from the drawer, a devilish grin on his tanned face. “Knives on the left or the right?” he asked.

“I heard that comment, young man.” Bill strode into the kitchen in a cloud of Brut cologne, wearing a neatly pressed shirt stretched across his strong chest. “Unlike Andrea, I plan to tell your mother how you really feel about her cooking at the next family reunion.”

They laughed at Bill’s good-natured chiding. “Thanks, Bill,” said Travis.

They set about filling their plates with meatloaf and gravy, succotash and cornbread, then filled their glasses with freshly brewed iced tea. Andrea positioned herself across from Bill, anticipating his first bite. He took a forkful of meatloaf and chewed slowly, savoring the spiced meat.

“Mmm, Travis is right. You are the best cook in the world.”

Andrea blushed to a deep crimson. “Oh, stop. Maybe not in the world, but definitely the state.” She raised her hand to her mouth, covering a girlish giggle.

Hunter looked at Andrea then Bill, and back to Andrea, noticing something happening between them. Something he liked seeing. “Are you feeling okay, Mom? You look a little flushed,” he mocked.

Andrea shot daggers at her son with her eyes. “I’m fine. It’s just a little hot in here. Now eat your meatloaf.”

Adult excerpt

Travis was overcome with the desire to hold Hunter’s cock, thick and hard, in the palms of his hands. To feel the swollen flesh of its head push between his lips then slide in and out of his wanting, eager mouth. He fell to his knees onto the blanket. His hurrying fingers tore at the metal button on his jeans then slid down the zipper—the metallic sound interrupting their lustful breaths. His engorged cock fell forward. He wore no underwear to get in the way, to strip aside. Travis paused momentarily, gazing at Hunter’s cock. He was amazed at his good fortune to find a man as hot, horny, and hung as Hunter. He then parted his full lips, taking the fleshy head into his mouth, slowly rolling his tongue around the head. He tasted salty juice—the sweet tartness sending an electric-like current directly to his nipples. He held firmly onto the base of the shaft, impressed by its hardness while he reached for his own now-spitting cock and pumped its length slowly, pleasuring himself while pleasuring Hunter. This one moment was what he thought of when he heard the phrase heaven on earth. Hunter continued to pump into Travis’s hot, wet mouth. He closed his eyes and exhaled a long, guttural moan. He pushed his fingers through Travis’s hair, tugging ever so slightly, feeling the coolness of each strand between his fingers. “That feels so good, baby.” He groaned passionately. He then pulled his cock out from Travis’s eager mouth, taking it in his left fist and gripping firmly. He traced Travis’s slick, full lips with his plump, meaty head, circling slowly. “You’re mine, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” His gaze locked onto Travis’s while Travis lapped at his dripping slit. He retreated his cock, kicked off his jeans, then kneeled to meet Travis’s urgent, awaiting kiss. They held each other tightly in sculpted, muscled arms. Their hands traveled over smooth, velvet skin and downy hair. They explored each other’s youthful, manly curves and mounds, gratefully, sensually.

Hunter forcefully rolled Travis onto his back, cradling him within his strong arms. Travis rocked on his back further, grabbing at his thighs and pulling them apart, exposing his hole. Hunter leaned in and kissed the pink bud, darting his tongue in and out. He nuzzled between Travis’s beefy mounds, loosening him with his tongue. Pulling back, he reached for the lube and condom hidden discreetly under the corner of the blanket. Stealthily, he ripped the foil packet between his teeth, removed it, then slid the thin latex sleeve down the entirety of his long, thick cock. He then dripped the slick, clear liquid directly from the bottle onto Travis’s pulsing hole, causing him to shudder, the cool liquid sending chills racing through Travis’s body.