Free Valley of the Dudes by Ryan Field Page A

neck, he whispered,
     
“You look so hot in this hat. I wanted to do this to you in the car at the train station.”
     
Rush arched his back and sucked in his waist so Lance could put his hand down
     
his pants. “But we weren’t alone. You would have shocked those poor guys.”
     
Lance bit his neck hard. “But we’re all alone now.”
     
Rush closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Lance’s shoulders. His heart
     
started to race and he couldn’t catch his breath. Ever since the first time they’d been
     
together in the elevator, the sex between them had been passionate and abrupt, as if
     
they’d never see each other again and it was their last fuck. They always ravaged each
     
other, fighting for air, until Lance had Rush pinned to his back and his legs were up over
     
Lance’s shoulders.
     
It wasn’t any different this time. Without removing his hands from Rush’s body,
     
Lance pulled him into the bedroom and threw him down on his childhood bed. Lance bit
     
his bottom lip and pulled off Rush’s shoes and socks; he yanked Rush’s pants and
     
underwear off at the same time and threw them across the room. When Rush sat up and
     
tried to remove his coat and sweater, Lance pushed his arms back and pulled off the coat
     
and sweater himself. When Rush was completely naked, lying in the middle of the bed
     
with an erection resting on his stomach, Lance removed all his clothes.
     
Then Lance climbed up on the bed; his heavy erection bounced up and down with
     
awkward jerks. He grabbed the backs of Rush’s thighs with his large hands and shoved
     
Rush forward until his head was between the pillows and pressed against the headboard.
     
Rush closed his eyes and lifted his legs higher. He bent them at the knee and spread them
     
as wide as they would go so Lance could enter him without any trouble. He clutched the sheets with both fists because he knew what was coming next. He took a deep breath and
     
braced every muscle in his body.
     
Though Lance was a gentle, refined man in almost every aspect of his life, in bed
     
he was the complete opposite. Rush had learned this the first time they’d been together.
     
Lance always pushed and shoved hard with his strong hands, his defined muscles flexed
     
and jerked, and there were usually beads of perspiration dripping down the sides of his
     
face before he even entered Rush’s body. While he was making love, he lost track of all
     
his senses. Lance made love with the same desperate passion that most men have while
     
they watch sports on TV—his fists flying, his voice rumbling, and his heart racing.
     
While Rush waited for him to enter, Lance covered his erection with a lubricated
     
condom and moved forward. When he was between Rush’s legs, he inserted the tip of his
     
penis and slipped inside Rush’s body as hard as he could with one deep, powerful thrust.
     
Rush’s head fell back and his fists clenched the sheets. There was always that moment of
     
initial pain that caused his teeth to clench. Lance moved forward without hesitating,
     
banging into the backs of Rush’s thighs. He placed his palms beside Rush’s shoulders to
     
brace his body, then shoved his tongue deep into Rush’s mouth.
     
Rush arched his back and let go of the sheets. He loved kissing and fucking at the
     
same time. And when the kissing started, it only took a moment for the pain to subside.
     
While Lance continued to fuck and kiss at the same time, Rush grabbed Lance’s hard
     
biceps and squeezed them gently with the tips of his fingers. The polar differences
     
between them in bed were what Rush had always loved the most about making love to
     
Lance. Rush had never experienced this kind of passion with Harold or any of his other
     
lovers. Lance was articulate but determined. He was both graceful and brutal. And the more aggressive Lance became, the more Rush submitted to Lance’s unyielding power.
     
While Lance