Free Valley of the Dudes by Ryan Field Page B

pounded and hammered, Rush melted into the sheets, wishing it would
     
never end.
     
They didn’t change positions that morning. Lance was too eager to get what he
     
wanted, and Rush was just as anxious to please him. Ten minutes later, Lance stopped
     
kissing him. His body went up, he grunted a few times, and then he filled the condom.
     
When Lance came, he bucked his hips so hard the covers fell off the bed. When Rush
     
came, a second after Lance, his climax was so intense he shot over his torso and his own
     
come landed on his lips. He hadn’t planned this. But he shouldn’t have been surprised.
     
Rush hadn’t climaxed since the last time he’d been with Lance in New York.
     
Lance wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. His
     
face was red and his chest was still heaving. He looked down at Rush and smiled. “You
     
made a mess all over your face. That was very powerful. I felt your entire body tighten.”
     
Rush lowered his legs and wrapped them around Lance’s waist. Lance was still
     
inside his body and he didn’t want him to pull out too soon. The sensations that Rush
     
experienced after sex with Lance, while Lance was still deep inside, were almost as good
     
as the feelings he experienced during the actual sex. Rush’s entire body relaxed, with
     
gentle, post-orgasmic feelings going off between his legs. He ran his hands up and down
     
Lance’s biceps a few times, then he smiled and said. “I didn’t realize how much I missed
     
you. I’m glad you came up today.” He hadn’t wiped his lips yet. A few drops slipped into
     
his mouth, so he licked his lips clean.
     
Lance pushed his penis in deeper and moved his head forward. When Rush’s lips
     
were clean and all the come was gone, he kissed him gently and said, “I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re not upset that I came up here without letting you know first. I was
     
worried.”
     
Rush tightened his legs around Lance’s body and said, “Actually, I was hoping
     
you would. I just didn’t want to sound too needy. It’s been hard this week, but I didn’t
     
want to bother you.” There had been times, especially during his mother’s service, that
     
he’d wished he’d been able to fall into Lance’s strong arms and just sob.
     
Lance looked into his eyes and smiled. “I’m here for you now. And I would have
     
been here for you if you’d wanted me earlier this week. Don’t ever hesitate to tell me
     
what you want. I mean that.”
     
Chapter Eight
     
On Saturday night, Rush and Lance went to the talent show at the local high
     
school gymnasium. Rush hesitated about going, but he’d promised his aunt he’d do her
     
this favor before she’d left for Florida. The talent show was being held to raise money for
     
college scholarships, and the knitting circle his mother and aunt belonged to was
     
sponsoring the event. There was a bake sale afterwards, which meant that Rush had to
     
bring two cakes: one on behalf of his aunt, and one on behalf of his late mother. His aunt
     
had left explicit instructions on the kinds of cakes she wanted him to bring: two white
     
coconut layer cakes. She told him in a stern voice that people depended on those cakes.
     
Rush felt awkward about asking Lance to go to a small-town talent show. Lance
     
was an internationally known entertainment attorney and talent agent. So Rush figured
     
he’d just make the cakes, deliver them on behalf of his mother and his aunt, and then he
     
and Lance would spend a quiet evening together roasting chestnuts in front of the fire.
     
But when Lance saw him making the cakes, he sat down at the kitchen table and
     
asked, “What are you doing? I had no idea you knew how to cook.”
     
Rush measured out two cups of sugar and poured them into a bowl with room
     
temperature butter. He thought Lance was still up in his bed napping. After they’d had
     
sex that morning, they’d both