Free A Time for Secrets by marshall thornton

up to a veritable forest of hair on his chest.
    Harker reached down and took hold of my stiffening prick. Pushing my hips forward, I rubbed against him. Our clothing rubbed back and forth between us, creating an exciting friction. I slipped my hand between us and found his cock. Happily, it was hard, nice and hard.
    I caught his eye, and we looked at each other. This was going to be good, I could tell. Without breaking the look, I began pulling his clothes off. He was thinner than he’d been when we met, but still he was Harker. You could blindfold me and dump me in a room full of naked men and I’d find him. Not that I would mind the search.
    When I got him naked, I began pulling at my own clothes. Harker made the process pretty difficult by holding our dicks together and jerking them with both hands. This cracked me up, and when I laughed so did he.
    I stood up for a minute and got completely naked, then jumped back onto the bed. Pressing my naked body against his I reveled in the feel of his skin against mine. He wrapped his legs around me and whispered, “Hurry” into my ear.
    I fumbled around with the Vaseline and got my dick aimed at his pucker hole. I eased in slowly, carefully. I couldn’t help but think about the guy I’d had sex with in the park just that morning. I’d been rough with him, pushing him around. Now I was gentle, careful with Harker, as though he were breakable. Once inside, I looked up and caught him smiling at me. I chuckled. “You look happy.”
    “I am happy. You’re inside me.”
    I started fucking him, still a little timid. After just a few strokes he told me to fuck him harder. I did.
    Reaching down, I grabbed his dick and found it softening. I played with it as I pumped him, trying to get it to stiffen again. I glanced up at his face. There was obvious pleasure there. He opened his eyes and saw me looking at him. Opening his arms he pulled me close. I lay on top of him, curling the two of us into a ball, my dick hard inside of him, my hips continuing to slowly pump.
    “Sometimes I wish I could sleep like this, with my dick inside you.”
    Harker chuckled. “We’ll have to try that sometime.”
    I stopped moving and tried to kiss him. Playfully, he turned his head away, “Some other time,” he said. “Right now you have work to do.”
    I went back to fucking him as hard as I could, but stayed close, our chests together, our foreheads touching. Then I sat back up again to get a better angle. I was getting close. I took hold of Harker’s prick again and was happy to find signs of life. I jerked him and closed my eyes, trying not to come.
    “It’s not gonna happen,” Harker said. “Just come, it’s okay.” I began to object, to promise I’d wait for him, but my dick had other ideas, and I came with a full body shudder.
    “I’m sorry that wasn’t so great for you,” I said, as I wiped my dick off with the underwear I’d had on just a half an hour before.
    “It was terrific, Nick,” he said. “It doesn’t always have to end the same way.”
    “You’ve got a lot on your mind,” I said. “You were probably thinking too much.” Less than an hour before, he’d been worried I might catch GRID from sex with him. No wonder he had trouble.
    “I wasn’t thinking anything except that I love you.”
    I tucked him into me and said, “Good. Keep thinking that.” We lay there a bit, then got up and went to watch the news.
    It was a slow news day. The big story was Hershey chocolate reporting that sales of Reese’s Pieces were up sixty-five percent after landing a starring role in E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial . The follow-up was on the aerobic dance craze. I suppose I should have been happy there wasn’t more bad news, but good news days always made me feel like the boom was about to drop.
    We warmed up a kind of goulash Mrs. Harker had left and watched That’s Incredible followed by the NBC Monday Night Movie, which was something by Neil Simon. We fell asleep during the