Bridges Barfield is a man of rigid standards and stern demeanor. He finds it hard to relax and accept new things, though he gives it his best. He’s still recovering from the end of a bad relationship, but he’s not letting it stop him from searching for love. Then he meets Trenton LeDoux and they hit it off, despite their differences. Meaning, Trenton’s magenta hair, lip ring, and free spirit.<br><br>Trenton is forthright, refreshing, and not afraid to go after what he wants. But the fact that he can’t seem to get past his grief and possible guilt over his husband’s death makes it difficult to move forward. It doesn’t help that Bridges suffers from foot-in-mouth syndrome, which earns him a slap across the face when he says the wrong thing to Trenton. Which is often.<br><br>When they finally get beyond the angry words, will their union be truly heartfelt?

Heavy Metal Heartfelt Blues

“Every inch of this luscious body of yours was spread out on my bed, and I had my dick in your ass. You begged me to make you come, but not too fast. No, you wanted me to tease you, draw it out, make you crave it like nothing else in the world.”


“Jesus,” I moaned, both our rods leaking enough that Trenton’s hands were slick as he rushed us over the mountain and into the sea.


I arched at a release so sharp, it cut to the heart of me. And when I opened my eyes, the joy and pain that mingled in Trenton’s expression as he went over was something I hoped to see a lot of in the near future. A little less pain, though.


He collapsed against me, and I hugged his body to mine, our squishy, sensitive cocks and jizz be damned.


“If this is what it’s like with just a hand job, I don’t know if I’ll survive you fucking me,” I said as I nibbled on his earlobe.


Chapter 12