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  In the blink of an eye, he’s on his knees in front of me drawing my cock between his tightly puckered lips. I thrust inside. He feels fucking fabulous.

  “Mmmm…” He moans.

  “Oh shit, damn.” I groan as he speeds up his pace. “I wish I was prepped and prepared because I’d have that ass right now, but I’m not.”

  “We can remedy that tomorrow when we go get some clothes, right?”

  I tighten my grip, winding my hands into his hair and yank him in close. I bend to reach for his cock and begin to stroke him, then slowly lick my fingers, inserting one into his hole, then another, grazing against his prostate. We both go down on the couch, and I straddle over him, still reaching between his legs, fingering him as he tosses a pillow under his waist.

  Within minutes, no words can be spoken, just plenty of grunts and roars then I feel him clench around me and go insane at how tight he gets.

  “Holy fuck. I want you to do that to my cock tomorrow, feels so good.”

  “Anything you want, I’m…gonna…come.”

  “Me too. Fuck, shit, fuck yeah.” I yell.

  “Oh God, hell yes, so good, so… oooh yeah.”

  “Fuckkkkkk.” I explode in his mouth as he explodes across my skin, warm juices covering me. “My God, Griffin.”

  His gasps and pants are so rapid he can’t find words, and I’m enjoying it more than words can express. Loving the way his body quakes and shivers.

  What started off as an iffy night has become explosive. Nothing like the disaster I expected earlier.

  Chapter 5

  Waking the next morning, a knock comes to the door and breakfast is served. There are omelets, pancakes, biscuits, bacon and sausage, along with small bowls of fruit and another bottle of champagne. There’s also coffee, water and orange juice. I wheel the silver cart into the bedroom.

  “You hungry, sleepyhead.” I lean in and kiss him, not even remembering how we got to bed, but it was incredible waking up with someone, never did that before without racing to get clothes on and ditch out before they woke up.

  “Oh God, morning breath. Tell me they have complimentary toothpaste and a brush in there.” Griffin covers his mouth with his hand.

  “Well okay, they have complimentary things in there. Now, do you want the truth, because they really don’t. I’ll run downstairs to the gift shop and get some though. You sound famished by the way.” I laugh after hearing his stomach rumble.

  “No, eat first, then go.” Griff insists and waves a bite of pancakes into my mouth, which I gulp down.

  “There. This’ll take all of five minutes, be right back.” I slip on my pants and grab the key before he has a chance to attempt talking me out of it.

  Once down there, I pick us both up a pair of shorts, two T-shirts, two sets of flip-flops and toiletries. Damn near a hundred and fifty bucks for this. I pay then return upstairs with the bags.

  “Here we go.” I toss the bags on the bed then grab a piece of bacon, chasing it down with some champagne.

  “You’re a sweetheart, you know that?” That’s sweet of him to say.

  “I know right? I try to explain that to everyone, but they don’t buy into it for a bit.” I laugh and pour some orange juice and then add picante sauce to my omelet.

  “Give yourself some more credit, everyone knows you’re a big old softie. You have one of the best hearts in the world.” Griffin reaches out and caresses my cheek.

  “Shuuuu…that’s supposed to be a secret.” I crack up laughing.

  “And you’re funny too. Why do you think I like you so much?” He asks and takes a sip of coffee, then a bite of his biscuit and gravy.

  “Only because my train wreck hasn’t derailed you yet. I have some of the worst luck on the planet, Griff. It’s like if it makes me happy or smile, it crashes.” I try to explain the severity of my bad luck karma, but he’s not hearing me.

  “So, you’re saying you’re a disaster then? Doesn’t look that way from my eyes.” He finishes chewing then gives me a peck.

  “Stick around long it won’t matter what you see, it’ll just happen, so let me apologize in advance. That’s not how I wanted this to turn out.” I cock my head to the side and frown.

  “And I told you to stop it, but do you listen?” He takes my chin between his fingers and makes me face him. “Nope.” He gives me a quick kiss, drawing my lower lip into his mouth.

  “I think you’re amazing. And speaking of amazing, what do you have on the agenda today?” Griffin drinks the rest of his champagne and fills both our glasses to the brim.

  “Well, we could hit the mall, I only grabbed us one set of clothes to get there in, it’s too expensive here in the hotel. Then we can pick up everything we need. Maybe hit the Kemah boardwalk or come back and do some of the local islander shops, then hit the rooftop bar this evening or something. What did you want to do?” I stand and roll the tray out of the room.

  “I’m still not awake enough to know yet, let me jump in the shower first.” Griffin yawns. “Okay with you?”

  “You’re a grown man. Do as you please, I’m just here trying not to be too obvious.”

  “Come with?” He takes me by the hand to the sink. We both unpack the bag of toiletries and brush our teeth. “Much better.” He hunches over and kisses me again, then turns on the water to the oversized shower.

  “Gladly.” I unbutton my pants and drop them to the ground, then step in. It’s been forever since I’ve been touched first thing in the morning and the thought alone gives me a boner.

  As I step in, he opens the lid to the liquid body soap, then covers us both in warm water before taking the loofa and soaping us up. As he reaches between his legs I take it and lather him up, slowly switching hands and slicking my hand up and down his big cock and under his nuts. He follows suit and does the same for me and my balls immediately begin to throb. Griffin buries his tongue between my lips and we kiss, delving needy and hungry into the others mouth.

  “Fuck you kiss so good.” I mumble between shortened gasps.

  “Not so bad yourself if I do say so.”

  The loofa drops and hits my foot and before I know it, we’re both glossing each other and going stark raving mad on each other’s mouths and cocks. So hott, so tight, he strokes me hard, faster and faster.

  “God…” I shiver and goosebumps run down my spine. We both reach for the others ass, kneading us in each palm, anxious to finger the other and do. “Oh yesss… so good.” I smear into his mouth.

  “Shit Calen, I want you and want to be had by you, but the water is getting cool.”

  “Don’t you dare stop now.” I beg and order all at the same time and he continues.

  “I had no intentions of it. I just don’t know if I can hold out much longer. Something about being naked with you brings out an inner spontaneous combustion reflex. I lose control without permission.”

  “Then please do.”

  Since I’m shorter than him, I finger him easier, scissoring him and am able to reach his prostate much faster.

  “Ooooh fuckinghell, that feels so good. Yesss….”

  Griffin’s moans and grunts melt me and I begin to quiver, my knees get weak and I tremble all over. I’m going to explode now.” All of my nerve endings spark, I quake and start to collapse around his every touch then I tighten even tighter, as the blood surges to the tip of my cock. Yes….yesssss”

  I push and poke my finger across his spot, feeling him tense up and lose balance but I strap my arm across his waist supporting him. I won’t let him get hurt.

  “Fucking… shit Calen, I’m coming now.” His ass tightens around my fingers, then he releases near my face. I take the tip of his cock inside and slurp up the dribble coming from it, then come myself all inside his hand.

  “Fuck yeah, that was fan-fucking-tastic.” I cry out as he steps out.

  I kill the water then follow not far behind. Griffin walked straight to the bed and falls back on it. “Damn you hit my spot every time.”
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br />   “I aim to please, like I told you.” I laugh and nibble into his neck.

  “You more than aim, you pull off feats. I’ve had so many fantasies about you, and you’re living up to everyone of them. Now, I’m starving.” His stomach grumbles.

  “Well, let’s get dressed and head over to the mall for things then. Today is all about you. You name it, and it happens.”

  Chapter 6

  By the time we get to the mall, the hunger passes and we knock out our shopping fairly early. I know just where to go for our condom connection hidden inside a rated PG-13 mall. We go back down to the first floor, completely across from where we came in to an adult lingerie shop.

  “Do you know where you’re going. This looks like a female shop here.” Griff asks me.

  “Yes, I do as a matter of fact.” I grin and catch his elbow with mine and we enter the novelty shop.

  It’s a small section in the back of the store with an underground basement type level. It’s no biggie for me as I can overextend my stay, but not sure about Griffin. He doesn’t seem the type to frequent one of these places, much less the need, yet here we are, shopping around not knowing what’s really going on in the other’s head.

  “You okay here, I’m a bit out of my comfort zone personally.” He asks me.

  “With my disastrous life and circumstances, I’m familiar with these types of stores probably more than the average Joe, but it still doesn’t make me feel at ease. Not being here with you, Griff.”

  Thank goodness it’s down in the underground level of the mall and quite secretive with a separate entrance outdoors. But I still don’t think he’ll be okay to stay, so we take our things and get ready to leave. Had this been anyone else, I would have stayed, but this man deserves to be treated with respect. And that’s what I’ll give him. I put my hand in the small of his back as we leave in the proper fashion, not out the side door. I’m proud to have him by my side.

  When we go up the stairs, I face him. “Feel like a bubble bath in the outdoor jacuzzi tub on the deck?”

  “You’re a mind reader. Definitely so, sounds perfect, Calen.” His hand tightens around mine then he looks down toward his dick and grins. I notice it poking outward against his baggy shorts and smile, giving my top lip a gloss over with my tongue.

  I grab some Gardenia and musk scent combo’s off the shelf and pay for everything then we head out just past the food court into the exit near where we parked.

  “Hungry yet?” I ask him with a gruff on my face, I’m not.

  “Nope was thinking of maybe going to the strand though.” Griff answers.

  Exiting the mall, we return to my car. I’m trying to figure out what else I can do for him. He’s tolerated me for a day in a half. Usually I’ve limited myself to hook-ups, a wham bam usually without the thank you and go home to crash, but Griffin has been around me for about twelve hours longer.

  I know, it sounds selfish and spoiled rotten or something, but I just never allow myself to open up like this and decide to give this a longer go. I may see the same people over and over, but it’s on a physical level, never emotional. Basically, I’m that person, the one who fucks up everything in life, so I guard against it. Nothing like a quick fix, then a burnout.

  “Want to hit the rooftop bar when we get back or head down to the beach or something?” I ask him. “We could do dinner there instead.” Fuck that sounds so needy, like I’m planning out our whole future just by making a date. This is awkward.

  “I was thinking maybe we could run by the hotel to drop everything off and maybe hit the shops on the strand and play tourists.”

  “The day is yours and that sounds like fun.” I gotta quit sounding so desperate.

  We bolt into the hotel and drop stuff off and head back out. I mean what I say though. I know how much he makes a year, and he’s on a tight budget, much tighter than mine so everything is on me. I make quite a fair amount, enough to keep a company running and have things of my liking. Right now, that means him, and anything he wants this entire weekend.

  I whip in and parallel park on the strand, then we stroll into various shops. Some are T-shirt shops, others with surfboards and a few with obvious souvenir items. I buy us both a hat. He just wants an average ball park one, so I decide on one too with the Galveston Pride rainbow colors for the brim. I then buy us matching pins to go through them. One’s a Texas flag, a couple others and finally top it off with dream catcher matching the others for car danglies to hang from our rearview mirrors.

  We spend another hour then spot a restaurant. Well technically a burger house and go in for some.

  It’s a buffet style, you tell them how you want the meat, then they toast the buns and cook it, you decorate it up how you like it.

  “He’d like his still kickin’ and mooing, and I want mine well done, not saying a word or moving please. “White or wheat bun Calen? And toasted with garlic?” He elbows me in the side.

  “He’s just joshing you, sort of. I don’t do the mooing part of it, so medium rare and white, toasted with garlic bun and sesame seeds, he wants wheat though. He didn’t get this body by accident or eating fatty foods too much. And one order of homestyle fries.” I kick him in the leg. “And two beers, unless you have cocktails.” I know they don’t. “Ice cold tap. Go heavy on the light.”

  “So, two burgers. One almost bucking, the other dead to the world, two normal beers just ice cold, and fries.” The cashier smiles. He speaks my language.

  “Ouch that hurt.” He laughs and wraps his arm at my waist.

  I lean in and give him a quick peck. “Smartass.”

  “You love it.” I wink at him, then try to pull away, but he’s not letting me go.

  “That, I do. Let’s grab a table quick before we’re packed in and have to eat standing.” I laugh because there’s only two other couples in the place, it’s just after lunch rush.

  “Order ready for the bucking party.” The cashier announces over the speaker and we approach the counter, hearing his laughter in the background.

  “Appreciate it.” I thank him and we head back to the table.

  “I appreciate the fun, you guys are awesome.” He raises his voice which echoes through the basically empty dining room. I wave my hand over my head.

  “Well, I know that.” I turn to Griff and we head to the buffet feature of the establishment, laughing.

  I immediately turn the fries which are big wedges, into a nacho pie, adding in the soft, and creamy melted nacho cheese, then chili, toss on some Pico de Gallo and jalapenos. Then we decorate our burgers finding out we both love everything on them as well… everything. I even add melted nacho cheese and guacamole to mine, as does he.

  “We do share the same tastes, don’t we?” Griffin asks and takes a bit of his fries.

  “Yes food in general, it’s a wonder I don’t weigh four hundred pounds, I just have the metabolism of a steer in his prime.”

  “Yeah, you showed me that last night, Calen.” Our forks clang together as we hit the fries some more. “Wait until tonight.” I mumble.

  ”I cannot wait for this to go further, you make me so fucking horny all the time, have since the first time I laid eyes on you, but you were dealing with stuff. Personal and professional and I think somewhere along the lines some family shit too.”

  “How did you know all that?” I ask him, he peaks my interest now, a lot.

  “You were just all out of sorts. You never spoke of your parents, so I assumed they had a grudge on you for being gay. Plus, like I told you already, people are drawn to you, so you shut them down without even batting your eyes at it.”

  “I do that really?” I swallow and take a gulp from my beer mug.

  “Yes, Calen. You do. I get it though.”

  “How do you know all that? I don’t mean to do it, but once rejected, twice calls for matters unpredictable. I hate hurting, and I’m a walking version of disaster.”

  “Nah, you just think that, but you really aren’t.” He scoots hi
s stool next to mine and places his hand on my thigh. “Stop cutting yourself short.”

  “I do though, and don’t know how to stop it. Don’t you think if I knew how, I would?”

  “Then let me walk through this with you, show you how. I used to do it to. Trust someone and let that someone be me.” Griffin smiles and I think he really is sincere in his words. “Let me show you that I am different.”

  Why would he want to do that for me, we’ve been seeing each other for two days Though we have worked side by side and know each other fairly well in that aspect of it, dating is the difference.

  I don’t ask though. I want to stick to the promise I made to myself and take this a step at a time and slowly. Not try to ruin it or make excuses. Just go with the flow and see where it lands me.

  “I’m stuffed.” I mumble, taking the last bite.

  “You and me both, we should go to the hotel and call it a day, since it has been and then do the rooftop bar tonight but grab a nap. Neither of us slept much last night.

  “Sounds good to me.” I pat my fat belly, blowing it out as hard as I can.

  Griffin starts laughing. “You’re so damn adorable, you know that?” He locks his fingers in mine as we walk back to the car and climb in. I hang the dream catcher on the rearview window. “Damn I have good taste, don’t I?” I laugh and start the car, then peel out down the drag.

  “You have delish tastes, and I love that, since you choose me to spend the weekend with too.”

  Arriving at the hotel, he runs up to go to the restroom and I stop by the counter.

  “Need a big favor. At a little shop down the road, they had lei’s, think you could go grab me a couple and run them up in a couple hours?”

  “We have a shop here, so you can do it whenever you like. It’s two shops down from the gift store.”

  “Wicked, and thanks.”

  I never spotted the shop earlier, but head there now. I grab a couple covered in brownish kukui nuts and blend it with bluish-purple-white serendipity flowers and some greenery… perfect! Celebrates uncertainty, but appreciation at an unexpected event and happiness all wrapped into one. Tonight is going to be special for us, or at least I hope.