Free Wings of Love by Scotty Cade Page B

mind.”
    Brad looked so sad and lonely that Mac couldn’t turn him away.
    “Come on,” Mac whispered as he pulled back the covers and invited Brad into his bed.
    Mac was lying on his side facing Brad as Brad climbed into bed. Brad lay on his back at first, then he turned away from Mac and snuggled his back into him. Mac cautiously put his arm around Brad’s waist and held him lightly. A few minutes later, Brad turned over, and Mac looked into Brad’s teary eyes. He reached up and lightly brushed the tears off of Brad’s cheeks. Brad closed his eyes and put his hand over Mac’s and held it against his face.
    “I’ve never felt so alone,” Brad whispered.
    Mac, no longer in control of his actions, leaned in and softly kissed Brad on the lips.
    “Brad, you’re not alone. I’m here and will be as long as you need me.”
    Brad forcefully pressed his lips against Mac’s, searching for entry. Mac’s mouth opened to the welcomed intrusion, and their tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths.
    Already, Mac could feel himself getting extremely aroused. He was nervous and confused, but he didn’t want to stop. Brad broke the kiss just long enough to pull the sweatshirt over Mac’s head, and following Brad’s lead, Mac did the same to him.
    Again Mac’s lips were desperately searching for Brad’s. He was so hungry for Brad’s taste, it terrified him. Their lips crashed on one another’s, and without breaking the kiss, Brad quickly rolled Mac onto his back. Brad lay on top of Mac as their erections grew and he ground his rock-hard dick into Mac’s groin. Brad again broke the kiss and slid down under the covers to attend to Mac’s growing erection. He pulled Mac’s pajama pants off and threw them out of the bed. Mac moaned in ecstasy when Brad nibbled at his engorged dick through the thin cotton of his boxer shorts. Mac ran his fingers through Brad’s hair and caressed his neck while Brad explored his body. Mac had no idea it could be like this. He felt so comfortable with Brad. It all seemed so natural and so easy, and he felt both scared and exhilarated at the same time.
    Brad worked Mac’s boxers down over his hips and slid them off completely. Mac almost came when Brad’s tongue licked the crown of his dick. Mac stretched his legs out and squeezed Brad’s shoulders hard when Brad took him in completely. Brad slid his mouth back up Mac’s long shaft and back down again. Mac had had blow jobs before from women, but not like this. This was incredible. As Brad went down for the third time, Mac saw stars and exploded in Brad’s mouth. He felt his orgasm rip through his body like never before. A loud noise made him open his eyes. He sat upright in bed. He was alone. Without thinking, he instinctively called Brad’s name.
    “Sorry, Mac,” Brad said. “It’s okay, I dropped a log as I was putting it on the fire. Sorry I woke you.”
    “Oh, no problem,” Mac said shakily, not wanting Brad to hear the panic in his voice.
    Horrified, Mac thought, oh my God, I was dreaming. Not only was I dreaming, I had an orgasm about Brad. He was too embarrassed to go down to the bathroom, so he took his pajama bottoms and boxers off, cleaned himself with his boxers as best he could, and put his pajama bottoms back on. When he was sure Brad was back in bed, he climbed down the ladder, slipped into the bathroom, and did a better job of cleaning himself.

Chapter 15

     
    T HE next morning, Brad lazily opened his bloodshot eyes. He stretched and looked at his watch— it’s a little after ten . From what he could tell from the streams of light filtering through the window, it looked like a dimly lit morning. The calm before the storm , he thought. He stretched again, took a deep breath, and pulled the covers up over his head. He woke up with the same uneasy feeling he’d had when he finally fell asleep. He rolled himself out of bed, put the coffee on, and went to the bathroom to shower and change. When he came out