“Always with you, guess I’m glad we’re together this weekend.”
“I’d love it if we could do this more often.”
“Do you think we can figure out how to make that happen?”
“I don’t know.”
Garrett pressed his cheek further into Eron’s chest. He reached down and grabbed Eron’s cock, which sprang to action at Garrett’s touch.
“ I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep,”
“Oh no. Maybe I can help with that?”
“Oh yeah? How?”
Garrett tore his face from Eron’s chest and swallowed his cock again.
* * * *
Garrett’s ass ached as he sat in the chair and ate his breakfast. They had made love three times in the twelve hours they had been in Provincetown. Garrett couldn’t decide if his body begged for more or needed a break.
The inn prepared an impressive buffet. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns stayed warm on a steam table so that the guests could come and go as they pleased.