Dalton smiled, trapped Cole’s head between his hands and ran his tongue over his face, licking off a wide stripe of cum. He gave Cole another heated kiss, then went back to licking Cole’s face clean. Each swipe of Dalton’s tongue across his face brought a wave of pleasure. The cold began to register again, but the taste of cum in his mouth, the overpowering smell of sex in the air, when combined with Dalton’s licks made Cole’s cock swell again.
“Dalton! Cole! Dinner’s ready. Come in and clean up.”
Fear flooded Cole’s system at the reminder and he looked down at his wet shirt. “Holy shit. What am I gonna do?”
Dalton gave him a shy smile and pulled out a roll of paper towels.
* * * *
Dalton caught Tara’s gaze and smiled at her. Her gaze cut to Cole, who was just slipping into his seat, and mouthed
perv
at Dalton. He ducked his head to hide the grin that ran from ear to ear. The food started around the table and Dalton filled his plate with turkey and chestnut dressing. The conversation flowed as the room filled with the soft sounds of a family enjoying a delicious holiday meal.
Cole remained quiet through the whole thing, never meeting anyone’s gaze, but obviously enjoying his meal. He’d cleaned his plate a third time when Dalton’s mother stood and started gathering dishes to take to the kitchen. Tara and Dalton’s sister helped. Dalton was motioned back into his chair when he started to get up. Soon the table was refilled with rich desserts of every description.
He glanced at Cole, who looked relaxed for the first time as he surveyed all the choices. Dalton couldn’t keep a smirk from his face. Cole’s lustful expression as he took in the feast of sugar held more desire than it did sometimes for either him or Tara.
Dalton’s mother turned to Cole and smile. “Would you like me to get you anything, Cole?”
He pointed to the large apple pie in the center of the table. “Yes. A big piece of apple pie please.”
Rachael carefully carved a piece from the uncut pie and maneuvered it onto a plate for Cole. She leaned over to hand it to him and froze. Her nose twitched and she looked around, lifting first one foot and then the other to peer at the undersides. She wiggled her nose and glanced around the room as she slowly leaned over Cole to give him his pie.
“Does anyone else smell that? It kind of smells sour.”
Dalton locked his face, fighting with every muscle to keep from laughing. He knew exactly what his mother smelled. It was his and Cole’s recent fun. Cole must not have taken the time to wash off. He glanced at Tara and was met with a slight smile, and a lifted brow. Trying to help, he began.
“Oh, I bet Cole and I got into something in the tree house. It’s been a long time since anyone had been up there.”
His mom sniffed again. “But it doesn’t smell like that. Still, it’s kind of familiar.”
Tara choked a little and this time it was Dalton’s turn to shoot her a look. Thinking frantically, he remembered the little homemade stoves. “Oh, I know what it was. I lit a couple of the little Boy Scout stoves I made from tuna cans, wax and cardboard to warm up the treehouse. They smelled a little funky.”
The plate filled with apple pie settled in front of Cole as he curled over again, seeming to try to hide himself. Rachael let out a breath and nodded. “That’s probably what it was. Just that old paraffin.” She turned to Dalton. “They’re out, aren’t they? I never did like you having those things up there.”
“Yes, Mom. We put them out when we left, they’re all cold by now.”
Dalton smiled as a piece of apple pie and a huge brownie was set in front of him. “Thanks, Mom.”
He slid his fork across the plate and filled his mouth with pie. His gaze drifted to his dad for the first time during the conversation. Blake lifted one eyebrow as he forked a bite of pie into his mouth. Dalton dropped his gaze, feeling his face flush as he struggled to get through the rest of the meal, suddenly understanding how Cole felt. He shoveled through the dessert he’d been given and pushed his chair back. At almost the same instant, Cole finished.
“That was great, Mom. I told Cole we could pull out the Xbox and play a few games.”
Cole backed away from the table. “Yes, the food was delicious, Mrs. Webb. I’m stuffed.”
“Okay, well you boys have a good time.”
Dalton and Cole scrambled for the staircase and the safety of his bedroom.
* * * *
Cole snuggled against Dalton, one arm wrapped around him. Tara had already left for work hours earlier after giving both of them a kiss. She’d enjoyed the fact that they’d been busted at Dalton’s parents and took great delight in teasing them about their funky smells. She’d been off with a hearty
enjoy each other
as she closed the door behind herself.
They’d cuddled and fallen back asleep, but now Cole was getting hungry, since it was almost noon and they were just stirring. He pulled Dalton tight against him and kissed the back of his neck.
“Stay under the blankets. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
Dalton murmured dreamily and wiggled into the center of the bed. Cole reached over, gently squeezed Dalton’s butt, then yawned and stretched. The faint chill of the room hardened his nipples. Cole grabbed a hoodie he’d thrown over the chair. His red briefs served as the only cover for his package. The cold rooms spurred him to hurry, turn on the oven and pull food out of the fridge. He soon filled the counter with eggs, sausage and frozen cinnamon rolls from the farmer’s market he’d saved for a special occasion. He’d also grabbed some fresh vegetables and a block of Wisconsin extra sharp cheddar for the omelet he planned to make.
Soon the kitchen filled with the scents of breakfast, sausage, eggs and cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. The scene had Cole feeling domestic, and a little guilty that Tara had missed the meal. The food was almost ready when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He turned and was rewarded by a soft kiss from Dalton.
“Hey. You were supposed to sleep and we were going to eat breakfast in bed,” Cole said.
Dalton looked between them at his cock stretching the confines of his boxer briefs. Cole followed his glance and chuckled when his hard penis flexed.
“He was awake and missed you. And…” Dalton grinned sheepishly. “I really gotta pee.”
Cole chuckled as Dalton hurried down the hallway. He turned back to the stove and focused on finishing their meal. By the time Dalton returned, with his cock behaving, Cole had the tray filled with their breakfast. He motioned toward the bedroom and followed Dalton. Holding the tray, he waited while Dalton climbed back into bed and pulled the blanket to his waist before Cole crawled in behind him and put the tray between them. They soon had a mound of blankets surrounding them and dug into the meal Cole had made. Dalton was almost finished when he motioned at the drinks. “Which is mine?”
Cole shrugged. “I didn’t think it would matter. I thought we’d just share.”
“Eww, that sounds gross, sharing glasses.”
Cole grabbed the back of Dalton’s head with his hand, pulled them together and gave him a wet kiss with plenty of tongue. Dalton blinked and looked dazed when they separated. After a few seconds he looked at Cole.
“Yeah, what germs do you think I have that we haven’t already shared?”
Dalton gave Cole a lopsided grin. “Okay, you’re right.”
“Of course I am, and everything would be so much easier if you’d just recognize that.”
Dalton poked him in the ribs and chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
Cole winked, took a drink from the glass of orange juice and then handed it to Dalton. There was a momentary hesitation before he drained the glass. He looked at Cole, let out a huge burp and then chuckled. “Great OJ.”
Cole grinned and shook his head as he finished the last few morsels on his plate. He gathered up the remnants of their meal. He hustled through the house and was soon back in bed with Dalton. He tugged off his hoodie and tossed it back into the floor. There was a flurry of blankets and then the two of them cuddled again.
Cole’s cock started to swell as it always did when he was with either of his roommates. As it stretched out, the hard shaft pressed against Dalton’s cloth covered butt. Cole grinned and cuddled tighter, pressing his hard shaft against Dalton. He slid his hand between them and squeezed Cole’s cock.
“Did someone wake up horny this morning?”
Cole kissed the back of Dalton’s neck as the fondling of his cock continued. He ran his hands over Dalton’s smooth chest until he found two hard nipples and started rubbing his fingers over them. Their foreplay brought the heat of their passion to new levels. Soon one of Cole’s hands was slowly circling Dalton’s navel. Each pass was closer to the edge of Dalton’s boxers. Cole could hear the soft murmur coming from Dalton as his fingers slid over the fabric and onto his straining cock.
Cole glided over the stiff flesh until his fingers slipped inside the fly. Wrapping his fingers around Dalton’s hot cock, he heard a gasp. “You like that, babe?”
“Oh, yeah.” Dalton ground his torso against Cole. He slipped his hand inside Dalton’s fly, fished out his nuts and began playing with them. The slender man was soon writhing in Cole’s arms, gasping for breath. Dalton twisted in his arms until they were face to face. Their lips met and Cole felt the delicious heat that he always associated with Dalton began to infuse him. Dalton’s hands slipped along his back and inside his briefs to grab his ass.
“Cole, I want to do it.”
Cole cocked an eyebrow. “What do you want to do?”
“You know.” Dalton squeezed Cole’s ass and flicked a finger along the divide.
“What? Finger me?” Cole was confused for a second until he realized what Dalton was trying to say. “You want to bottom?”
Dalton grinned. “Yeah. You enjoy it so much, especially with the three of us. I thought…”
Cole lifted his hands to either side of Dalton’s face and held him tight. “I’ll make it so good. Hang on.”
Cole vaulted from the bed, yanked out a dresser drawer and grabbed a small container. Cole’s hands flew through the toys he’d bought over the years and picked out several. He shut the dresser and raced back to Dalton to crawl under the covers. Cole dropped the collection between them, then looked at Dalton like a starving man would a juicy burger.
Dalton picked up a couple of the plastic cocks and then set them back down. His mouth twisted a little as he looked at Cole. “Okay, why do we need four dildos?”
Cole grinned and lined them up. “Like training dicks. Start really small, then get bigger. That way we can get you nice and loosened up before the main event.” Cole grabbed his crotch and squeezed his cock to emphasize the point.
Dalton nodded his head toward the pile of condoms. “Pretty optimistic, aren’t you?”
Cole chuckled and picked up one of the foil packets. “They’re for the dildos. That way you don’t have to worry about STDs. I was clean the last time I got checked and I’ve only been with Tara since then, but still.” Cole shrugged.
“Okay, makes sense.” Dalton got a worried look on his face and his mouth opened and closed several times without him saying a word.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid…”
Cole grinned. “We’re having sex. If you think about it, it’s all pretty funny and awkward.”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just…I don’t…what if I do something wrong.”
“I tell you what, you just relax and I’ll do everything. The only thing you have to do is tell me if you want to stop.” Cole cupped Dalton’s chin in his hand. “It’s okay to say you want to stop. I’m fine with that, too. We’ll just take it nice and easy.”
Dalton nodded and gave Cole a weak smile. Cole leaned in and kissed him gently, then slowly wiggled lower until his head was at Dalton’s chest. He leaned in and kissed each nipple, then flicked his tongue over them. He ran his hand lower and found Dalton’s cock had stiffened. He stroked the hard shaft through Dalton’s boxers as he planted small kisses down his chest. Reaching his stomach, he flicked his tongue into Dalton’s navel and was rewarded by a soft groan.
“I never thought my bellybutton would be a hot spot.”
Cole chuckled and kissed the slight hollow just below Dalton’s navel. “Relax, we may find lots of good spots this morning.” He slipped his fingers in the sides of Dalton’s underwear and tugged downward. Dalton lifted his butt and Cole slipped them lower. Seconds later he tossed them over his shoulder.
A soft chuckle came from under him. Cole looked down into Dalton’s grinning face. “Do you ever not throw clothes around the room?” asked Dalton.
“Nope, the further they go, the better the sex.”
“Good to know.”
Cole rolled back on the bed and yanked his briefs off his ass and kicked them to his feet. Catching them on his toe, he kicked backward, and they flew across the room to land on the lamp. He paused for a minute to enjoy the sight of Dalton naked and hard. His body throbbed in anticipation.
Cole leaned in and kissed him again. “Trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then relax.”
Dalton nodded but continued to chew on the inside of his lip. Cole ran his hand over Dalton’s thigh and then tapped him lightly on the hip. “Turn over. Let’s start easy.”
Dalton rolled to the middle of the bed, lay on his stomach and spread his legs. Cole grabbed a pillow and handed it to Dalton. “Here. Put this under you.”
Dalton struggled for a few seconds before getting adjusted. He settled in and relaxed, he ground his crotch against the pillow and a sigh drifted through the room. Cole couldn’t resist and ran his hand over Dalton’s firm butt. His fingertips whispered sweet promise of pleasures to come as he caressed the man under him. Dalton grinned at him. “Cole, I love the attention, but this room’s cold and I’m not doing much to keep warm.”
Cole lowered himself across Dalton, covering his body and sharing the heat that was building with his anticipation. He kissed the back of Dalton’s neck and whispered in his ear. “Warmer now?”
Dalton pushed back against Cole. “Oh, hell yeah. Nice and warm.”
Cole lay quietly for several minutes, enjoying the feel of Dalton under him. Moved by the moment, he slid down Dalton’s back and to his butt. Prying open Dalton’s round cheeks, he saw the pink opening he wanted, surrounded by a light dusting of blond hair. Cole leaned in, his tongue darted and slowly circled Dalton’s hole.