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

“Shit, yeah,” he uttered. I watched as his neck arched and his mouth fell open on a silent “oh!”


I knew what Sully felt, since the pleasure of our bodies together made me moan. “Spit or petroleum jelly?” I asked as I ran my hands over his chest, plucking at his nipples.


“Fuck!” Sully took a few breaths before replying, “Spit is fine. Turn around so I can put my mouth on you.”


I looked at him in amazement. “You’d do that?” I’d had limited experience with that. A lot of guys were reluctant to do it.


“Sure. You suck me a little, and I’ll make you good and wet.” Sully squeezed my hips, and I turned around and stuck my butt in his face.


I was soon in heaven. Sully’s tongue made my channel sing, and I felt my hole opening up under his ministrations. He spit on his fingers and used two of them to stretch me even more. In the meantime, I went down on his cock while I humped his face and fingers.


Chapter 14