Marcus is grieving -- for the lover he lost and for the life he once had on his farm. The years of sunny days and trail rides have given way to rainy nights and shadowed pastures. It's time to let go, but can Marcus make the hard decision to say goodbye?

Holding the Reins

Philip’s spit covered him; he was wet all the way up and down, and Philip kept working him, breathing hard as he tugged. Marcus felt it start in his belly, that first tickle of fierce pleasure, the tingle of hot feeling to his balls and he barely got the words out, it happened so fast. “Oh, Philip, I’m coming, Philip, please, I’m coming!” He spurted into Philip’s warm mouth, felt the other man grip him tighter and swallow him down. His cock jerked, over and over, the long, sweet pulse of orgasm making his belly heave, his hands tighten down on Philip’s shoulders. 


Philip gave a little cough but he kept working, and then he just rested, still, with Marcus’s soft cock in his mouth, his eyes open and gazing up. 


Chapter 7