StormingLove Blizzard JensElliot by Sara York Page B

revealing yellow boxer briefs with a cute penis pouch that showed off what he had. Of course, he’d just spent a bit of time staring at this stranger’s very beautiful dick, admiring the way his cock hung and the hair covering his balls. Jens cock twitched, and he moaned.
    “Listen, it’s not that bad—”
    “Not that bad?” Jens spun around, stopping as he caught the look on the guy’s face. “I’m sorry. God, this is awful. You’re naked, and I’m in my underwear. Let me pull on my sweats and then…” Jens trailed off as he watch a sexy smile tilt up the corners of the guy’s lips.
    “It’s kind of funny, actually.”
    Jens laughed a little. “I don’t even know your name, but I do know what your dick looks like.”
    The guy smirked and switched his towel from his right hand to his left before stepping forward and extending his hand. “I’m Elliot Matthews, and I’m freaking embarrassed to be standing here with only a towel covering me.”
    “Jens Arnesen, and you shouldn’t be. You have a great body.” Heat filled his face, making him wish he hadn’t said anything.
    Elliot blushed, his cheeks pinking up before he glanced away. A shiver shook Elliot’s body, and Jens smiled, wondering if this wasn’t as bad as he originally thought it would be.
    “I should probably get dressed,” Elliot said.
    “Yeah, same here. So what are we going to do?”
    Elliot turned, giving Jens a beautiful view of his backside. A little groan escaped his lips. He prayed it wasn’t loud enough to be heard, but from the way Elliot turned back and stared at him, he knew the man had heard his little faux pas. Elliot lifted a brow, and Jens couldn’t help but feel bad.
    “Sorry, just…never mind. I’ll leave. I got here last. The place is yours.”
    Elliot reached out, grasping on to Jens arm. They stared at each other for a long moment, the air between them crackling with desire and lust. Elliot glanced down, a full smile on his lips before he looked back up. Jens couldn’t hide his erection filling his underwear. It was displayed for all to see, or at least Elliot. He was hard as a rock, and he knew a little bit of moisture had darkened his underwear near his slit.
    “You could stay,” Elliot said.
    Jens held his breath, unsure what to think of the offer. In his misspent youth, he didn’t mind having sex with strangers, but he’d matured and wanted something more than just random hookups. There was no future with Elliot. He may think the guy sexy, but he knew himself well enough to know that hooking up with this man would leave him with expectations. He couldn’t separate the emotions from the sex act, not any more. Maybe it was his age or experiences, but he’d stopped wanting just sex and wanted a guy he could depend on.
    “Hey, no pressure, I just thought it would be more convenient, you know, so you don’t have to get back out in that mess. I don’t expect—well, I’m not saying I want to…” Elliot dropped his hold, and Jens felt the loss immediately. He wanted the touch back, but it was too complicated.
    Elliot backed up and turned, showing his perfect ass again. Jens’ mouth hung open as his gaze followed the round globes. Elliot glanced back over his shoulder and paused, but Jens didn’t take his eyes off the man’s ass.
    “Give it some thought while I dress. I don’t mind sharing my bed with you tonight. We can both behave. We are adults.”
    Jens watched the door to the bathroom close, hiding Elliot from his view. He was fucked six ways to Sunday, or actually he wasn’t, but wanted to be. Elliot’s offer was too good to pass up, and no matter how much he knew it was a mistake, he couldn’t make himself walk out the door. He glanced out the window, finding snow coating every surface. Going back out in that mess was the last thing in the world he wanted to do. It was wrong for so many reasons to stay there. Elliot hadn’t really propositioned him, but the offer was implied. He wanted to