Friends and Lovers

Chapter 1-2

Tom knew the archivist of Natty posted new stories on the weekend, but Chase had agreed to send Tom advanced copies. That Friday, Tom hurried his students from the chem lab, relieved he didn’t have student hours that day, and rushed home.

He tossed his messenger bag onto the floor under the console table by his front door and sat down in front of his computer. He turned it on and logged into his email program.

Yes! There was an email from Chase, and it had an attachment. Tom felt his excitement rise as his mouth went dry and his c**k grew hard—Chase’s stories gave Tom many hours of solitary pleasure. Of course he didn’t need the stories when he was in the company of very attractive twinks. Tom might have been short, but he was a leather daddy through and through, and those pretty little gay boys fluttered around him like moths to the proverbial flame.

This story—Let’s Fly, about a top who viewed bottoms as a necessary means to his own pleasure, although he considered theirs immaterial, and learned the error of his belief when he came across a bottom who was tougher than he was—was no exception.

Tom printed out the story, took it to his bedroom, and removed his professor clothes—a suit and button-down shirt—and hung them up, then stripped down to his skin. He slicked up a dildo he’d bought shortly after he’d discovered Chase’s stories and made himself comfortable on his bed. He lubed his ass, drew in a breath, and eased in the dildo. He left it there and began reading the story.

It wasn’t long before the level of heat in Let’s Fly had him letting the pages fall to the side. He withdrew the dildo, teased his rim, and slid it back in again.

Mmm. Having his prostate massaged—one of Chase’s characters had said it was one of the things that made being a man such a happy thing. Tom had always thought it was having his d**k massaged by a nice, tight ass, but now he understood what the character was talking about.

Tom raised his knees to his chest, teased his balls, then gripped his c**k, all the while driving himself wild as he worked the dildo in and out of his ass.

“Yeah, f**k, yeah. Give it to me, baby,” he muttered to an imaginary lover. It felt amazing. One last, hard brush against his prostate, and Tom shouted and shot his wad all over his chest.

It took a while before his breath came under control, but shock waves still shuddered through him. Holy God, that had been fantastic.

And if a hunk of rubber made him feel this good, what would it be like with an actual partner?

Tom removed the dildo and decided that, like Scarlett O’Hara, he’d think about that another day, but as much as he tried, the thought lingered.

He rolled off the bed, made his way into the bathroom, and began to give it serious thought as he showered. He’d head on over to the Always Reddy Pub. It had opened a few years before and was known as being gay-friendly. Well, its owner and his partner were gay, so that only made sense. During the week, it was a quiet place, but on the weekend, it exploded with music and dancing, and Tom had hooked up with a cutie whenever he went, because that was how he rolled.