STORY EXCERPT

There was a telltale odor of smoke hanging outside the house and a strange glow visible through an upstairs window. Carter banged on the door but got no answer, not even the barking from Storm that he had expected. He banged again but still got no response. Reaching for his cell, he dialed 911 and reported a possible fire. But he was not able to wait passively for the fire department to show up. The man he loved was inside and possibly trapped by the fire! He had to rescue him!

An open first floor window gave him a means of access. He picked up a piece of wood from a woodpile at the side of the house, intending to use it as a weapon if Storm attacked him. Then he pushed in the screen on the open window and climbed in, still holding the wood “weapon.” “Wolf?” he called. “Wolf!” There was no answer, not even a bark, but the air was thick and acrid and heavy with smoke, and the house was hot. Although he felt sure that Wolf was upstairs where the flames were, he did a quick check of the downstairs first. Then, having assured himself that Wolf wasn’t down there anywhere, he soaked a dish towel in water, held it to his face, and made his way through the smoky haze to the upstairs.

Most of the flames were in the spare bedroom, but they were starting to encroach into the hallway and eat through the wall into Wolf’s bedroom, too. It was in the bedroom that Carter found both Wolf and Storm. Both were unconscious. Wolf was dressed only in his underwear and lay on the bed, as if sleeping. Carter surmised that Wolf had lain down for a nap and had been overcome by the smoke after the fire broke out. Although he tried and tried to rouse Wolf, shouting his name, slapping his face, and shaking him, he was unsuccessful.

The flames were now licking at the dresser, just a few feet from the bed. Carter listened for approaching fire engines but heard no sirens at all. Desperate to save Wolf, he dropped his wood weapon and the wet dish towel and tried to hoist Wolf over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Unfortunately, though, Wolf’s weight was more than Carter could handle. The dresser was ablaze now, and the flames danced outward, taunting the bed with their proximity. If Carter didn’t get Wolf out quickly, the fire would get them both.

Finally Carter grabbed Wolf by the shoulders, tugged him off the bed and onto the floor, and then dragged him, bumpity-bumpity-bump, down the stairs, one step at a time. The smoke was sharp, parching his throat and clogging his nose. He coughed. He choked. All his instincts told him to run for his life, but he couldn’t abandon Wolf. Fighting the impulse to flee, fighting the choking sensations, fighting the buzzing that now invaded his head, he continued his slow progress down the stairs, step by step, bumpity-bumpty-bump. Finally he reached the first floor and dragged Wolf out the front door. Still, there was no sound of approaching sirens. Where are the paramedics when we need them?

The fresh air began to bring Wolf around. He struggled to regain consciousness and seemed to be trying to make sense of why he was lying on his front lawn in his underwear. “Carter?” he asked as Carter hovered above him.

“Your house is on fire. I called 911. I dragged you down the stairs and out the door.”

“Storm? Storm!”

“He’s on your bedroom floor. Unconscious like you were.”

“Storm!” Wolf tried to get to his feet but lost the struggle and collapsed back onto the lawn.

With every bit of willpower he could muster and resolve he didn’t even know he had, Carter went back into the burning house.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Want coffee, another drink, or anything?”

“You. I want you.” The ponytailed social worker roughly enfolded Carter in his strong arms and planted a fierce kiss on his lips while simultaneously grabbing Carter’s ass globes in his two strong hands and pulling Carter’s body into tighter alignment with his. As their pelvises met, they began to grind against each other. Carter felt the sharp protrusion of Wolf’s thumping erection pulsating against his own now fully engorged cock.

Wolf’s tongue thrust its demanding way into Carter’s mouth, probing the inner reaches of Carter’s oral cavern and dueling with his own tongue. As the two tongues parried, Carter’s fever ran higher, his asshole began to twitch, and his entire body was consumed in the grip of a raging wave of passion.

In a voice thick with lust, he said, “Let’s go upstairs.” Without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked out of the kitchen, made a left turn into the hallway, headed for the stairs, and raced up them, never once looking to ensure that Wolf was behind him. There was no doubt in his mind. As he took the stairs two at a time, his fingers busily unbuttoned his shirt, which he carelessly flung aside when he arrived at his bedroom door.

Wolf was right behind him, though he hadn’t yet begun the process of undressing, so Carter was naked well before Wolf had divested himself of his clothes. When both were fully undressed, they turned and faced each other again, then moved into another embrace. Carter’s dick was drooling syrupy lube all over Wolf’s hairy belly, while Wolf’s dick similarly bathed Carter’s front.

Wolf’s hand cupped the head of Carter’s dick and began squeezing and groping. His hand gently yet eagerly tugged up and down on Carter’s pulsating shaft. Carter’s cock gave a lurch, and Wolf let go quickly. “Goodness, I’d better stop, or you’ll be shooting off here and now. Eager, aren’t we?” he teased.

They lay down on the bed, and Wolf sneakily snaked a finger to Carter’s quivering sphincter and probed knowingly within the grip of his clenching sphincter. Though his finger was without any lube, it managed to gain entry without pain or difficulty, entering the depths of Carter’s anal channel and probing for his prostate. Unerringly, it homed in on the little nut-sized gland and began to stroke.

After that, it was all over but the explosion. There was no hope of prolonging the hand job any further. Although feeling ashamed of his loss of self-control, Carter couldn’t help but give up his first load of the evening. He fountained off a geyser of thick, rich cum at the feel of Wolf’s probing finger up his ass, combined with his insistent jacking hand on Carter’s cock. Well, that round was prematurely over, but the evening was just beginning.

Carter opened his night table drawer in search of a rubber. When he’d put it on Wolf, he stared for a moment at his rubber-clad dick, wondering what Wolf’s preferred style of getting sucked was. Did he like it slow and steady, quick and demanding, teasing or insistent, with a lot of ball play? He looked up at Wolf, lost himself in his warm, liquid eyes, and dived to engulf Wolf’s dick.

Wolf grabbed Carter’s shoulders with his hands, guiding him without forcing him, showing him the rhythm he liked without demanding, and sending his strength surging through Carter. Carter gulped Wolf’s dick deeper into his mouth, but he enthusiastically took it so deep that he began to gag.

“Take it slow, buddy. No rush.”

Carter backed up until just a third or so of Wolf’s cock was in his mouth. Wrapping his tongue around Wolf’s sturdy erection, he compressed his lips more tightly around the girth of his fat shaft, and he exerted some serious suction. Wolf exhaled an appreciative ahhh that Carter found extremely gratifying, as it told him he must be sucking Wolf the way he liked it. He wanted so badly to please this ultrasexy guy.

He worked his way up and down Wolf’s thick, hefty dick, sucking his way as far down as he dared without choking, and each time he moved down, he dared to go just a little farther. Soon, Carter had more than two-thirds of Wolf’s cock in his mouth, and he was trying for even more.