It's Woodstock, 1969, and Laramie Pruitt is anxious to feel some peace and love after the recent Stonewall riots in his hometown. While he's grooving to some great music at the festival, Laramie meets a handsome young man named Sullivan “Sully” Conyers. They get along well together, and Sully even tolerates Laramie's tendency to get on his soapbox about social issues and Big Brother. When Laramie learns that Sully is gay, it leads to a tryst later that night and clandestine kisses under Sully's tarp during a rainstorm. Things are great, but as always, Laramie's mouth gets him into trouble, and drives Sully away. Laramie knows he was wrong, but in a sea of half a million people, how is he supposed to find Sully and apologize? Thankfully, Laramie finds Sully on the last day of the event and he gets a second chance at love.

Woodstock Gave Me You

The water moved gently around us as Sully ran a hand down my spine to grip my ass in one of his large hands.


“Mm,” I said, letting my head fall back as he kissed down my neck. “That feels so good.”


Sully hummed against my throat as he placed both hands on my butt and squeezed. He lifted me up, and I felt owned and possessed by him, even though he hadn’t even fucked me yet.


“I want to touch your dick,” I said hoarsely, my mouth dry.


I kept one hand on his shoulder and dipped the other one in the water to circle his cock.


“Oh, that’s good,” he said on a moan when I pumped him slowly, keeping my hand tight as I moved up and down.


“Shh,” I said and brought his head down again so I could keep his lips busy. I kept up a steady rhythm, the water a helpful lubricant as I felt him grow even harder under my ministrations.


He began pushing into my fist in earnest, his breathing labored. I moved a little bit away to ask, “Do you want to finish like this, or inside me?”


Chapter 7