“Okay.” Did Diesel mean now? Or did he mean later? There was no way he could hide his hard dick through his briefs. The struggle was real.
“Let’s eat first,” Diesel said, ending his dilemma.
Triton
The warm water caressed his body as he floated. He wore nothing but his white briefs knowing the water showed the outline of his cock, but where before he’d worried a bit, now he couldn’t be bothered to care.
He gazed up at the intricate tile designs on the ceiling above his head. A splash signaled Diesel returning to the water after having made a drink at the bar. After the first initial shock of Diesel’s ass showing through the thin material of his boxers, Triton tried to keep from ogling the guy. But damn if he didn’t want to. He spun gently in the water and peeked up. Diesel’s eyes were on him and had been off and on for the past half an hour.
Flipping over, he gently swam closer. Diesel quirked a brow and eased onto his back, legs and arms outstretched, floating.
Triton curled his fingers on Diesel’s ankle and tugged until his chest brushed against the hair on the bigger man’s calf. He skimmed his fingers along the inside of Diesel’s knee.
Diesel stopped floating and rose to stand in the water, breaking their contact.
Triton licked at his lips, tipping his head back to gaze upward.
Diesel wrapped a large hand around his throat, forcing his head back. Triton drifted closer. Diesel’s other hand wrapped around his waist and brought him up against his body. The roughness and smattering of hair scraped his skin, and he arched, their bodies flush.
With a flash of desire in Diesel’s green eyes, his lips were suddenly brushing his throat.
“Oh god.” Triton’s head fell back farther, offering himself up, his own hands swept over the muscles along Diesel’s biceps and shoulders.
Diesel feasted on his neck, sucking, nipping, and tonguing his skin. Triton moaned and tangled his fingers into Diesel’s hair, gripping him hard.
Diesel’s flashing smile heated him almost as much as the man’s hand fisting in his hair holding him still. He fell into the lips taking his in a long possessive kiss. The building need pebbled his skin with goosebumps and his cock grew painfully hard.
Diesel released his mouth, and Triton gasped again, darting his tongue against his swollen lips. Diesel chuckled softly and began teasing his mouth all over again, from his lips, neck, to his shoulders, and then down to his nipples. Nibbling and licking them, Triton rose to his toes at the rough kisses.
The rough beard and mustache left pink patches on his wet skin and drew gasps from his throat.
Diesel divested himself of his boxers. Sounds of need came from Triton’s throat and his briefs were brushed away by Diesel’s strong hands.
“Please,” he whimpered against Diesel’s wet dark head.
Gloriously naked, he wound himself, arms and legs, around Diesel.
“I’ve got you, boy,” Diesel rumbled, taking the steps up and out of the water, carrying him poolside until they reached the spare room.
Snatching up towels for the bed, Diesel sat him on his feet and yanked back the comforter and then drew him to the bed.
Diesel sat on the edge and positioned him between his big, strong, hairy thighs. Triton glanced down to see his cock standing proud and leaking even through the water slicking his body.
The thick cock rising from Diesel’s groin drew Triton’s fingers and he brushed the wet slit in the crown.
“Are you sure?” Diesel rumbled.
“God yes,” he choked out, gripping Diesel’s forearms hard in case he thought of changing his mind. He was everything he wanted. Everything he’d been waiting his whole life for and he wasn’t going to wait one minute longer.
Diesel hissed, and then the room spun as Triton’s back met the bed and Diesel’s mouth closed down over his cock.
Fisting the towels, his back arched on the bed as Diesel’s tongue stroked up and down and slicked around the head of his cock before drawing him deep again. He lost it, gasping and crying out, his legs twisting and head tossing.
‘Easy, baby boy,” Diesel growled around his cock head.
“Please, Diesel, oh please,” he moaned, his eyes following the tongue that made another pass over his dick. He withered as the edge of his release was within reach only to be denied by Diesel’s hands encircling the bottom of his cock and squeezing.
“No!” He pouted.
“Patience, boy.” Diesel’s smile was a wicked flash of torment. “Reach into the nightstand by your head and grab the condoms and lube.”
Triton’s hand slapped around until the goods were dropped on the bed. His hands were back to fisting the bedsheets and he almost jackknifed off the bed when Diesel’s large hands pulled his ass cheeks apart and the man sent the flat of his tongue stroking against his hole.
“Oh…Diesel,” he breathed, goosebumps raced over his skin just as Diesel’s mouth slathered over him, stretching him open before slipping inside. Low murmurs of encouragement came from Diesel and along with his tongue, teeth nipped gently at the inside of his thighs, spreading him wider.
The snick of the lube bottle opening met his ears and then Diesel slipped thick, blunt fingers along his crease and probed at his pucker. Triton reached and pulled his knees to his chest, biting at his lip.
He savored the vision of Diesel between his legs, a look of intense concentration on his face as he began to finger fuck him.
Then he lost his own air in a huge spasm of need, so ready to fly apart for this man.
Diesel went to withdraw, but Triton clamped his legs around him and kept him there.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered through the tears.
A large hand came up and brushed the tears from his temples and cupped the side of his face.
“I’m not.”
Diesel’s covered cock replaced his fingers and Triton gasped. He held onto Diesel’s wide shoulders and wrapped his legs around his hips as Diesel pushed forward.
He wanted it fast, but Diesel took his time, tormenting him until he was begging again, the sound nonsense but filled with so much unsaid.
Diesel stared into his eyes, his own dark with a hunger and heated desire he’d never before seen. Triton panted and tossed his head. None of the quick fucks or Clay’s selfishness during sex had prepared him for Diesel.
“Eyes here, boy,” Diesel growled, and Triton’s eyes snapped back to hold Diesel’s as the past disintegrated. This moment here and now was all consuming, all that mattered.
“Yes, I’m here,” he replied with a breathy whisper, parting his thighs wider.
Diesel slid home, and Triton’s back lifted from the bed as he was impaled.
Owned.
Fire flashed from the base of his cock and upward before splicing low into his belly as the big cock nudged and then bumped that sweet spot deep.
He found the room swinging again as he was lifted by way of a large arm around his waist. Diesel sat up, and Triton found himself straddling the man’s hips, facing him.
Diesel’s cock slid deep, filling him so full, so fucking everything. Hands cupped his ass, clenching hard, and Triton gripped muscled shoulders for balance as he was lifted and then lowered on Diesel’s massive cock.
His own prick rubbed against the slick muscles of the man’s chest. With Diesel doing all the work, Triton let his legs relax to the side, his hands clasping muscled arms, his back bowed.
“I’m going to cum!”
He shouted, his cock bounced, and he gave a whimpering, gasping cry before he exploded. His spunk pulsed between them, covering Diesel’s abs.
Diesel slammed home with several more grunts, his cock swelled, and then the big man shuddered, dropped his head to bite at Triton’s shoulder, and groaned into his own release.
Triton arched into the bite, hoping like hell it left a mark. He’d gladly wear Diesel’s mark forever.
When Diesel finally lifted him from his lap, Triton melted into the pillow
s. Diesel tossed the condom in the trash by the bed and cleaned them both up with the damp towels from the pool.
Triton smiled when Diesel pulled him close against his chest. The man’s large palm smoothed up and down his back.
This tenderhearted man had become his whole world.
Diesel was everything. Everything he wanted in life. Now, he just had to make the big guy see that age meant nothing when love was involved.
Diesel
He woke up to a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.
Triton popped off the tip and tongued the length of his dick before licking his sac and then lower.
Diesel groaned when Triton tongued his hole. Reaching down, he lifted his legs, letting the boy do what he willed. Triton breathed against his skin and then nibbled at his entrance.
Searching the nightstand table, he found the condoms and lube.
Yanking back the covers, he met Triton’s bright blue eyes and smiled.
“Good morning,” Triton whispered, and then sent the flat of his tongue from his crease to the tip of his engorged cock, drawing Diesel’s back from the bed.
“Oh fuck, baby. Put this on.”
Triton gazed at him, wide-eyed, and then a smile that lit up the room stretched his shiny lips. The boy rolled the condom down his own impressive cock and palmed some lube.
Diesel loved that although wide-eyed, Triton didn’t hesitate. Anticipation tightened his gut.
Positioned between his spread legs, Triton slipped first one finger in and then another, increasing the pressure. Triton went straight for that little bundle of nerves and pressed his fingers deep.
“Fuuuuck. Nnnnh,” Diesel groaned, his back bowing from the bed.
Triton withdrew before placing the head of his cock in and easing forward until he was deep.
Gripping the side of the mattress, Diesel stared up at Triton’s flushed face.
“Fuck me hard, boy,” he ordered.
Triton gasped, thrusting his hips hard, until Diesel felt every inch.
Sweat glistened on their skin as Triton ground his cock into him over and over. The boy’s cries matched his own groans.
“Oh fuck,” Triton panted. “I’m gonna cum!”
“So close, baby.” Diesel gripped Triton’s hips, causing the boy to pound into his ass.
Diesel set up a punishing pace. He grabbed his own cock and pulled on it in time to Triton’s thrusts.
“Diesel!” Triton shouted and convulsed over him, gasping and crying out.
Diesel’s release rolled up and over him at the same time that a deep groan pulled from his throat.
“Nnnnh, fuck, that’s it, boy,” he yelled, his cock going steel hard for one more moment and then he pulsed hot between them.
Cum spilled over the head of his dick, and he used it to slide down his shaft and squeeze out every bit of cum.
Panting, Triton slid forward and collapsed on his chest.
“Oh wow.” Triton breathed hard and then gave an exhausted giggle.
“What?” Diesel smirked, gazing down into the boy’s upturned face, fingers gently brushing the blond hair from his forehead.
“I haven’t topped in a long time,” Triton admitted with a soft smile.
Diesel ran his hands up and down Triton’s back, hips, and ass before starting all over again.
“I don’t like to always top.”
Triton smiled and lifted up to kiss him. “It was perfect.”
He smiled sleepily and held the boy close.
A little while later, the rising sun drew him from the bed and the warm arms of a sleepy Triton.
Reaching the front room, Diesel started the fire and then headed to the kitchen to make coffee.
He pulled his cell from where it laid charging on the counter, and called his brother.
“Hey, Zane. All okay?”
“All good here. How are you liking the house?”
“I love it here. You know that.”
Zane chuckled. “And having Triton there makes it perfect.”
Diesel hesitated.
“Admit it.”
“It does, but…”
“No buts. Can’t you just for once enjoy it? Get out of your own way.”
“He’s twenty-two, I’m thirty-eight. I’m old enough to be his father.”
“So the fuck what? When does love have an age limit?”
“We are worlds apart.”
“That never bothered you before that asshat Shawn. Why now?”
“I’m too old to keep making the same mistakes.”
“Then don’t,” Zane said, and then sighed when he went quiet. “What about the Army?” His brother wisely changed the subject.
“I…” He let out a breath.
“What? Will you pass your physical?”
“Probably. Maybe? I don’t know, and I’m not sure I even want to reenlist.”
“Either way, bro, you’ve served a lot of years.”
“I just don’t want to let the unit down.”
“You haven’t let anyone down. Nobody would blink an eye if you retired, D. They’d be glad for you. Like I am. You’ve fought long and hard. You deserve to retire.”
His eyes burned and he swallowed tightly. “Thanks, bro.”
“That’s what I’m here for. I love you.”
“Speaking of love, how’s Isaac?”
“I’m hanging up now,” Zane snapped.
Diesel barked with laughter.
The line went dead and he grinned.
“Hey.” The soft voice brushed over him, and he turned to find the slim young man behind him.
Why the hell not? He opened his arms.
Triton ran into his arms like wild sin and he cupped the back of his head and took his lips in a heated kiss. He’d been hot for the boy for months. Sometimes, dreams did come true. Maybe it was time for him to trust in that.
Diesel
“I miss our plants and flowers.” Triton’s pretty mouth pulled into a sad smile. “I hope Isaac is watering them.”
“I’m sure he is.” He finished his morning coffee and rinsed his cup. They’d spent three of the seven days he had planned on staying here.
Turning, he found Triton’s blue eyes following him. Close to normal, that was what this felt like.
“Getting bored?” He was curious.
“What? No! I just discovered that Zane has a massive library. Did you know that?” Triton’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“Yes.” He smiled, relieved.
“I finished the book I brought with me and thought I’d borrow one of his if that’s okay? But the glass door is locked.” White teeth worried a plump bottom lip.
“Come with me.” Diesel held a hand out and drew Triton out of the kitchen and to the library’s glass door. He lifted the small vase sitting on a small table next to the door and unlocked it.
“It’s only locked to keep the dust out so the books stay preserved. Some of these are first editions.”
“Oh my,” Triton whispered and stepped in close to inspect the book spines. “Can I read one?”
“I’m sure you can. The expensive ones are under lock and key, and I don’t have the key for those.” He pointed to a large, enclosed glass bookcase that sat on the far wall.
Triton wandered around the room, and Diesel took a seat in one of the large wing back chairs.
“Fantasy?” He glanced at the book in Triton’s hand when the man curled into the chair next to him.
“Romance,” Triton said with a cheeky grin.
Diesel chuckled. “How could I not know that?”
“Well, now you do.” Triton smiled. “What are you reading?”
“Fantasy.” He held up the vampire book.
“Oh, I love vampires. They’re so sexy.”
“You might like this one, it has a bit of romance in it.”
They spent the afternoon talking about books and movies instead of any actual reading, but Diesel didn’t mind.
“Hungry?” he eventually
suggested when the morning turned into afternoon.
“Starving,” Triton assured him with a smile. “I think we missed lunch.”
Heading together into the kitchen, they set about making lunch and then migrated to the couch to watch a movie.
Diesel had to admit he was having a damned fine time spending the day with Triton without worry of Clay finding them.
If he took the chance, would this be their life? Making love, talking, laughing, and making plans to visit their friends? He rubbed at his chest when his heart lurched, and he couldn’t stop his smile from growing.
Perhaps Zane was right. He’d served his time. Wasn’t he due for some happiness and love?
“What?” Triton’s smile was soft, curious.
“Come here.” He stood and held his arms out.
Triton came to him, and Diesel pulled the boy into his arms. Those strong arms and legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he slowly made his way down the hall to the master bedroom.
Spreading the boy onto the bed like a feast, he stripped Triton of his clothing and then removed his own. Leaning over his slim, decadent body, Diesel brushed his closely cropped beard and mustache over Triton’s skin.
Before long, he eased into Triton’s body.
“Oh yes,” Triton groaned as his channel stretched to accommodate his girth.
Triton arched on the bed in an erotic curve, and Diesel’s balls swelled. Heat surged into his gut as he sank deep.
Triton fit him like a glove; tight, hot, and slick.
All thought beyond being inside of Triton’s body flew out of his head. The boy’s hands traced his shoulders; his fingers gripping his hair urged him harder, faster, and deeper until Diesel wasn’t sure where he stopped and Triton began.
Sucking up the skin at his neck, Triton’s short nails scraped into his back and Diesel groaned at the hot mouth sucking him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, the sound low and hoarse against Triton’s skin as he spiraled out of control.
Slamming home, his orgasm raced up his spine, fisted into his balls, and then he shuddered, filling the condom like he wanted to fill the boy’s body.
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