Free The Sweet Side Of The Ropes: Enthralling Tales Of Male-Male Romance by Kiernan Kelly

wasn't doing anything. Why wasn't he doing something? “Booger..."
    "Now, I said to hush, and I mean it, Travis. I reckon that pretty voice of yours could call the birds down from the sky, but I don't want to hear it right now. Not a word, not a sound. If'n you can't keep quiet, I've got a rag handy..."
    Travis pressed his lips together tightly, shaking his head.
    "Good boy.” Booger's fingers left the rope that bound Travis’ hands and slid slowly down his forearm, following the contours of the muscles under Travis’ skin. They skimmed over Travis’ shoulder to his chest, stopping midway between his nipples. “Got yourself a fine chest, Travis. Strong. Sexy. Know that album cover of yours, the one with you in that blue work shirt? Mmm, mmm, spent lots of nights looking at the picture, at the little bit of skin you was showing, wanting to rip it open and run my fingers through the hair on your chest. Just like this.” Booger spread his fingers, pushing them through the curly blondish-red chest hair sprinkled over Travis’ torso.
    Travis bit his cheek to keep from crying out when Booger pinched one of his nipples, giving it a playful twist that sent a bolt of heat straight to Travis’ groin. His cock jerked in response, bobbing up as if to tempt Booger's hand to play with it next.
    Strong fingers trailed over Travis’ flat stomach, circling his bellybutton, ghosting over his hipbones, squeezing his inner thighs—stroking him everywhere but the one place Travis sorely wanted Booger to touch. They wandered to the back of Travis’ knee, his calf, the inside of his ankle, his instep, then slowly back up, over his hip, across his stomach, his chest, until Booger's hand cupped his jaw. Never once did Booger even brush against Travis’ erection, and his dick was making its displeasure known. Travis couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on, this needful. Damn it, Booger , he thought, it you don't do something soon, I'm gonna pop like a shook-up bottle of Coke.
    Booger's fingers tightened on his jaw, as if he could read Travis’ thoughts. Leaning in, he kissed Travis hard, tongue pushing in, warm and wet and taking no prisoners.
    Lord the man can kiss ! Travis thought, trying to arch up into it, to taste more of it.
    Booger wasn't having any of it, though. The flat of his hand smacked onto Travis’ chest, pushing him back down. “Don't tempt me, boy. That rope can surely sting if'n I take it to your backside. Set still."
    It was all Travis could do not to whine when Booger pulled away and stood up, but as he began to undress, Travis forgot his disappointment.
    Under his flannel shirt and worn jeans, Booger was all lean, hard muscle. There wasn't an ounce of fat to spare on his long frame, just pounds of finely molded, firm flesh. Like a kid set loose in a candy store, Travis’ eyes danced here and there, from shoulder to stomach, from hip to calf and back, not sure where he wanted to look next.
    No fancy boxers or silky shorts for Booger—his underwear was as basic and as functional as he was, his white briefs turned a little gray from frequent washings. He shimmied out of them quickly, leaving the rest of him bare to Travis’ eyes.
    His chest was smooth, his nipples large and peaked. Booger's stomach was ridged with muscle, undulating slightly as he breathed. Travis ached to touch him, to run his fingers—no, make that his tongue - across Booger's satin skin from his sternum to his crotch . Lord, Travis thought, I could spend a month of Sundays down there alone . Booger's cock was hard and thick, his balls swollen. Travis squeezed his eyes shut, taking a long, deep, shuddering breath. Can't do it , he thought. Can't keep quiet and still when he looks so damn good!
    The mattress dipped, and a weight settled over Travis’ chest. Travis cracked open his eyes, his vision filled by Booger's heavy cock. He took a deep breath again, this time filling his nostrils with Booger's scent. Man and sex, thick and