Page 90 of Muscle Cub

“Uh-huh. I’ll bet he does.”

“Take care of my boys!” Gunner yelled.

Austin lifted his foot so Gunner could see his shoes. “These are mine, bro.”

Gunner inclined his head toward me. “I was talking to the professor.”

“I’ll be careful with them,” I promised. “I’ll take everything off as soon as we get back to the trailer.”

“We figured as much,” Jim said.

“So his motorcycle-cop boots are boys,” Austin murmured. “Interesting. I wonder what their names are.”

“I’m pretty sure he called them riding boots.”

Austin looked me up and down with a filthy smirk. “Not with that mustache.”

It felt like it took forever to get to my trailer. Austin had to run back to the bar to get the key to Hank’s truck so he could retrieve his backpack. I almost panicked trying to find the key I’d hidden too well under the concrete steps.

Finally, we were alone in the air-conditioned hush.

This was the moment I’d been looking forward to all week.

I cupped Austin’s face, and we kissed until his fake mustache came off in my mouth and my top hat tumbled to the floor with a bang. “Shit. Hold on.” I wrestled out of the tailcoat and hung it along with the hat on wall hooks by the door. I plucked the bear bucks out of my jock, crumpled them into a wad, and tossed them onto the coffee table.

“Jock and boots,” Austin growled.

“Help me get them off.” I dropped onto the sofa, lay back on my elbows, and stuck out a foot.

“I was digging the look,” he pouted.

“I’m trying to get us naked here, sir.”

He yanked off my boots and socks and stripped out of his singlet, shedding blue bucks like falling leaves. “My costumes sure don’t last long around you.”

He swapped out his wrestling shoes for my Nikes. Fuck, that was hot. While he was still squatting tying the laces, I stood and stepped into his space. I towered over him, the swollen pouch of my jock at his eye level. He reached up and gently kneaded me through the mesh fabric. “Damn,” he breathed, pulling the elastic band away from my body and releasing my cock. “You’re so fucking hard.”

I silently prayed I stayed that way.

He wrapped his hand around my shaft and stroked the sensitive underside with his thumb. He tasted the bead of precum at the tip, his tongue barely making contact. I pushed toward his lips, needing more, and thank God, he didn’t tease me. He gripped my cock by the base and took it all in a single mouthful.

I nudged the back of his throat, gagging him a little, but he breathed through his nose and held me encased in loose, wet heat. He swallowed around my length and moaned.

Cursing from the vibration, I placed my hands on his head and tried to restrain myself from pushing as deep as I wanted to. His throat would never be deep enough. I needed to lie on top of him, to crush him under my weight as he squeezed me between his thighs.

I pulled out, awed by the sight of my wet cock sliding from his stretched lips.

He dragged air into his lungs and looked up at me through watering eyes.

I swiped the tears off his cheek with my thumbs. “Bedroom,” I said. “Now.”

Austin sprang up and hustled down the hallway, and I hurried after him, afraid of losing momentum. He launched himself onto the bed, spinning at the last minute like a pole vaulter.

I crawled on top of him, marveling at how the intensity of the first moment of full body contact never dimmed. Austin pulled me down into a kiss, and we writhed against one another, shifting and trying to renew the sensation.

I broke the kiss and pulled back so I could push his legs apart with my knees. I dragged my cock across his sac, and then it dropped, the head nudging his taint, but…

That wasn’t where it should be.