Chapter 23

He’s semi-drunk and says, “You’re the only man for me. I wanted you when we were boys and I want you now. I’ll always want you, if you want to know the truth.”

“I’m yours. All yours tonight, Corey Cassidy. Come and get me.”

The city boy places the bottle of whiskey down, moves onto the sleeping bags with me, aligns his nipples to my nipples, rolls his palms up and down my chiseled sides, and kisses me with enough passion to set the grassy land around us on fire.

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Next to the blazing fire, positioned on my knees, one inch of his tongue runs along my tight bottom. Two inches slide inside, and he finds it pleasurable to taste my rear. I moan with a desirable need, overjoyed with the moment of our naked union. My world rocks with his in-and-out licks. I quiver, and whisper, “Jesus, Corey, that is some action back there.”