CHAPTER ONE

 

 

 

The living room was dark when Kholby returned with the big jar of Vaseline. He stopped in the doorway and let his eyes linger a long time on the naked form lying in the red glow of the dying fire. The dark hair foamed in a light-struck halo, only inches away from the fieldstone hearth, while the lean, taut-muscled torso stretched out in the room, as though offering itself to the voyeur in the doorway. The gold-flecked green eyes were closed, long lashed fanned over high cheekbones. The full wine-colored mouth was relaxed in an expression of dreamy contemplation.

 

Kholby held his breath, afraid to shatter the delicate moment, afraid that whatever move he made now would be the wrong one. His eager cock sprang powerfully erect, bobbing up from its lazy, swaying relaxation between his marble-toned thighs, and his massive balls felt alive with churning excitement, just looking at the magnificent nakedness of his lover.

 

The olive-toned flesh was deepened an even richer shade from long hours in the summer sun Kholby was glad Seth did his sunbathing in the nude. That way there was no flaw in the symmetry of the athletic physique, no distracting strip of paler flesh to swerve the eye from its natural course, caressing, encompassing the entire body.

 

Seth stirred and raised his head. His lips spread wide in a welcoming smile. Strong white teeth, slightly irregular, but perfect, as everything about Seth was perfect, gleamed in the firelight.

 

"I wondered if you'd got side-tracked. You were gone so long... I nearly fell asleep." The voice, so familiar, so exciting, was deep, rumbling but clarion clear. Kholby shuddered with pleasure. The voice was so masculine and dominant. It was almost enough to make Kholby shoot a sudden, unplanned load.

 

'Right from the big stud's balls. Deepest damn voice I've ever heard... sends pins and needle up and down my spine... reaches right into my guts and twists me in knots.'

 

"Sorry it took so long... but I thought I'd better call the answering service and tell Viola to take all calls till morning... and there were a couple of messages."

Seth came up on his elbows, eyes wide open now, the smile easing from his lips, a tense expression replacing it. "Anything for me?"

 

Alarm shot through Kholby. Seth never cared about calls or messages. Not until lately -- and now, every time the phone rang, he all but dashed to reach it first. The knot of pleasure in Kholby's gut changed, suddenly, subtly, to a wrenching twinge of fear, and somewhere in the fear was more than a little despair.

 

"No. Nothing for you. Were you expecting somebody to call?"

 

Seth didn't answer, but let himself slide back until he lay flat, the smile slowly coming back, the eyes glowing intent as he gazed up at Kholby, fairer-skinned than he, normally, but now, at the end of summer, as dark, though a far different color.

 

Coppery. No, bronze might be more descriptive. Anyway, whatever, he looked like a blond Indian with blazing, deep-seeing blue eyes that seemed to reach right inside, even through his head. He wondered, for one wild moment, whether Kholby could really see through him, if Kholby could, perhaps, read his mind?

 

Christ knew, they had been together long enough. A year -- a year and almost three months. Christ, it felt like a lifetime.

 

Kholby squatted at Seth's side, his boyish body free of hair, except for the fine down that feathered his arms and legs, silver now against his dark tan, glittering in the firelight with the slightest move he made.

 

He smiled down into Seth's sexy eyes as he unscrewed the cap from the huge jar of Vaseline, never once looking away as he set the jar top aside and scooped two fingers into the gooey lubricant. But Seth's eyes veered from Kholby's face, downward, sweeping quickly over the broad shoulders, the deep-pecked chest, the corrugated midsection, halting to watch the rite of removing a dollop of grease from the jar, maneuvering to retain his balance and manage to hold onto the jar, slip his hand down between his own splayed thighs, and rub the slick lube over the crack between his asscheeks, then manipulate both those strong, blunt fingers into the opening, generously anointing the interior channel as deep as he could reach.

 

"Shit, man, I love to watch you get ready. It really gets to me seeing you with your fingers way up your ass... look. Look at my dick... see what happens? Every time I watch you gettin' yourself greased up?"

 

Kholby smiled, but there was a wistfulness in it, and his eyes were almost sad as they traveled down the silken-haired definition of Seth's sinewy torso. The fan of fine dark hair arced across his chest just under the collarbone, sweeping outward to encircle and caress those big, red-brown nipples, then harrowing in again to the trim waist, a mere trail, a dark line that might have been drawn by a delicate pencil, whirling about the deep-shadowed navel, then cresting into a massive growth around the bull-bellied cock. A wild jumble of sparkling curls covered his groin, and again diminishing as it reached the lightly hair-dusted balls and trailing off into a fine network of exciting emphasis over the solid, etched thighs.

 

And there, in the midst of all that curly richness, the pinnacle of Kholby's life, the totem of his love for the man who had shared his life for the last fifteen months.

 

"I don't have to see you do anything to get horny. I only have to know that you are. Just the fact that you exist makes me horny, Seth."

 

Kholby's eyes were directed at the upright cock, watching as his fingers smeared the entire length of that massive shaft, so he didn't notice the brief glitter of annoyance in Seth's bright, green eyes, nor the immediate, deliberate change of expression, wiping away the look of irritation.

 

Seth tightened the muscles in his trim, sexy ass, hunched his hips up to meet the greasy, shaft-encircling fist, fucking several rapid, staccato thrusts up inside the tight-clenching captor, then relaxed and fell back to enjoy Kholby's familiar ritual of love and, satisfaction.

 

"I'm hot for your pussy, man."

 

As though to emphasize the point, he clenched his asshole, making his cock jerk in Kholby's fist. The manipulator gasped with anticipation and squeezed hard, as he raised one foot from the floor, swung his splayed thighs over Seth's heaving belly, and slowly, tantalizingly, lowered himself, guiding the wild-throbbing tool into his asshole with maddening hesitation.

 

"Christ. You're gonna play your game... so long... you'll make me shoot my load... around the opening of your asshole. Damn. You're never gonna get that thing inside you... up your ass... before I get my nuts off."