Men of All Seasons Box Set

The Fine Art of Reading Riley-7

Cameron lived alone at 392 High Street, which gave Stone some private time with the young man, having every intention of bashing the college mathematician’s bottom with his inflated d**k, pleasuring the both of them. Their clothes came off in the house’s cluttered living room, and they walked up the two flights of stairs and ended up inside Cameron’s third floor bedroom, which still smelled of cigarettes, old beer, and m*******a. The window overlooking High Street had been closed, and white sunshine filled the single room. Dirty clothes were scattered over the floor, and a video gaming system connected to the wall. Its components were scattered everywhere. A twenty-one-inch LED flat-screen hung on the wall, and college books where piled here and there.

Stone listened to the wind outside, January at its full tempest. A howling echoed within the large house as snow blew against the wooden siding. Never in his life had Stone heard such anger in a storm, swirling and pissed, not at all friendly. No matter how hostile the snowstorm acted, Stone followed Cameron’s actions and ended up on the man’s bed with him.

The twin-size bed squeaked under Cameron’s weight as he started to blow Stone. Stone let out a few moans of joy and ground his teeth together. The oral satisfaction continued for the next ten minutes, which almost made Stone shoot a load of ejaculate inside Cameron’s mouth.

Eventually, Cameron hoisted both of Stone’s legs up and delved the tip of his tongue in the man’s asshole. Plunging with his tongue occurred as well as a few swirls. Cameron moaned, licked the rim of Stone’s rear, and mumbled unintelligible things between laps.

They switched positions. Cameron lay on the bed with his legs spread open and Stone provided him with a ten-minute blowjob and an asshole massage.

Both men groaned with satisfaction until Cameron finally decided to instruct Stone to, “Shove your c**k inside me.”

Latex and lube applied to Stone’s d**k, he slid it inside the young man on the bed. The guy’s asshole was just as tight as the last time he screwed Cameron on the day of their shared park walk. Stone noticed Cameron’s chest was hairier and he now had some heavy-duty muscle.

Stone pounded the guy as long as he could before coming on his chest. Splatters of semen spurted out of his d**k and splashed against Cameron’s chest. Globs hung in the young man’s chest hair. Then he jacked Cameron off with both hands, cheering him to come while his palms moved up and down on the administrator’s d**k.

Eventually, Cameron came, oozing semen out of his upright c**k like a volcano. It rolled down and over Stone’s knuckles and wrist until Cameron became empty, exhausted.

The affair ended as quickly as it had started. Stone didn’t know why he kissed the guy, but he did. It turned out to be a raw kiss with open mouths and some tongue. Stone’s heart heated up a touch, and he felt dizzy.

When he pulled away from Cameron, he said, “I’m having a book club meeting this evening at my house. You can come over after my guests leave.”

“Which will be when?”

“Eleven o’clock or thereafter. I’ll let you spend the night with me if you want.”

“I’d like that,” Cameron said, smiling from the bed, sticky with ejaculate, and breathing hard. “I remember where you live, on the other side of town with just a few other houses, the lake, and a lot of woods. It’s hidden somewhat, if I recall right.” He had never been to Stone’s Tudor, but he did know the street and house, just the same.

Stone really didn’t know why he told Cameron to visit him that night. Maybe if he hadn’t kissed Cameron, he wouldn’t have asked him over. Whatever. Stone couldn’t remember the last time he had slept with a man after having his world rocked. He needed some company. Maybe that certain somebody just happened to be Cameron, maybe not. Not that it mattered. Bottom line, it would be good to cuddle again with someone all night long and wake up to them in the morning. Every man needed that, right? Even Stone.

Yes, every man does, he thought, while leaving Cameron’s house, heading to his BMW. And every man also needs some s*x once in a while.