New Leather by Deb Varva Page A

for so long no one could remember a time they were not.
    “How so?”
    “He didn't hit us with a million stupid questions and he never asked what our last names are. He seems like a nice guy.”
    James smiled in agreement. “He is.”
    “Is he going to stay past the contract agreement?” Billy asked.
    “I have no idea. We haven't talked about it.”
    “Oh, but... ”
    Andy interrupted him. “They will work it out without your help, Bill.”
    “Yes sir.”
    “I love it when he pouts. I get to spend half the night coaxing him to smile.” Andy squeezed Billy. “Good night James.”
    “Good night.” James looked around the yard and located Carl by the chaise, staring at the sun as it disappeared behind the woods. They were alone and the long afternoon of teasing Carl was at an end. He grabbed two of the tiki torches and stuck them into the ground at either end of the lounger.
    “I like your friends.” Carl did not turn as James approached. “I'm not sure what I expected, but they are smart and fun-loving in a way I did not imagine.”
    “Even Karen?”
    “Ha! She is a barracuda in drag, but yes, she's a hoot.” He sighed as James fitted himself to his back and supported some of his weight.
    “They like you too.” His erection nudged the plug his lover still wore and they swayed together to increase the friction. “You were a very good boy today.”
    “I was the perfect toady wasn't I?”
    James slapped his ass and Carl hissed as the plug shifted and his cock refilled for the umpteenth time. He nuzzled the boy's neck. “You and I have some unfinished business, I think.”
    Carl turned in his arms. “Yes please, sir.”
    The kiss they shared was earthy. The day of understated desire exploded into hunger and they gave themselves over to it. James tugged on the trunks Carl wore and the younger man panted into his mouth when the cloth chafed his swollen shaft. By mutual agreement, they took the few steps necessary to reach the chaise lounger.
    James broke the kiss and let Carl sit gingerly on the padded rattan chair while he stripped off his own clothing in unbecoming haste. “Lower the back of that thing.” His lust for Carl was feral as he stood beside the chaise and waited for him to adjust it. “Lie back.”
    His boy was beautiful and decadent as he reclined and lifted his legs up to hang off the rattan arms. The yellow plug peeking out of Carl's ass drew his eyes. He imagined the tissue was tender after a day of stretched irritation. The thought brought more blood to his cock, making it bob on his belly when he sat on the foot of the lounger.
    The sun disappeared completely and the torch light danced on Carl's muscles, defining them. “You cannot know how you look to me.”
    “Desperate? Dirty?”
    “Yes.” James tapped the base of the plug and relished the pained sounds Carl emitted. “You are succulent.” He leaned forward to lick the pink skin around the obstruction, hoping for more moans.
    “Damn, James! Quit playing and fuck me!” Carl held his knees open and the knuckles of his fingers turned white.
    James shook his head. Carl should have chosen his words with more care. A moment to retrieve the lube from his pants in the grass and he was ready to drive the poor man nuts. “Be careful what you wish for, Carl.”
    The plug resisted leaving its warm home and pulled free with a pop. Ignoring Carl's curses, he dribbled lube on the tip and fucked his boy with the toy. Protests aside, Carl's cock was stiff and leaking. His hips rose and fell instinctively as James nailed his prostate repeatedly. “No! I want you. Your cock, not some damned... James please!”
    James pulled the colorful toy from Carl's body for the last time and tossed it to the ground. He used the lube to grease his prick and scooted up to rub the tip of his erection across the inflamed hole. Carl pulled harder on his legs, folding himself into a ball.
    “Don't wait for me.” James sank into Carl with a steady thrust and