Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2006 07:00:10 -0700
From: qwb <qwb@san.rr.com>
Subject: Stonegate Stables chapter 22

Christmas morning Matt woke up early and came into our room
with a tray of hot chocolate and cookies.  I groaned at the
sight of more cookies, but he looked so pleased with himself
that I ate one anyway.  Apparently he had memories of his
grandma always making hot chocolate on Christmas morning,
and this was the first chance he'd had in years of actually
doing it.  We lounged in bed for a while, but I could tell
Matt was hot to get to the presents, so we headed down to
the den and settled around the little tree.

Maria had left small packages for each of us, so we opened
those first, giggling at the holiday boxers she'd gotten us.
Each was a different color, but all of them had Rudolph on
the front with his snout right over the fly, so when you
stuck your cock out, well, you get the idea.  We put them on
and had a hilarious red nose contest - which Vincent won and
then moved on to the other presents.

I handed Matt an envelope first.  He bent it back and forth
a few times with a puzzled expression, then tore off the end
and pulled out a folded sheet of paper and a check book.  He
opened the paper first, stared at the statement of deposit,
and raised astonished eyes to me.  I had taken my share of
2nd and 3rd place Gran Prix money and opened an investment
account for him with Wade's firm.

"You can't touch that till you're twenty-five, except to add
to it.  If you leave it alone and let Wade manage it for
you, you'll have a good chunk of change by the time you
start thinking about retirement."

My generous bonus from Amanda had become a checking account
in his, Vincent's and my name. "The checking account is
yours to do whatever with, although Vincent is going to
monitor your spending for a while.  We'll keep you fed and
clothed, so it's for your own personal use -- CDs, more
camera gadgets, stuff like that."

He looked down at the documents in his hands, rubbing his
thumbs across the cover of the checkbook, and I could tell
he was trying not to cry, so I tossed him another small
package.  Matt's gift from Vincent was the key to the little
pickup truck Corleone's had used as a delivery vehicle for a
couple years.  It had lots of miles left in it -- they were
just replacing it with something larger.  Matt still needed
to get a license, but he was thrilled, launching himself at
Vincent and covering him with kisses.  He then dashed out to
the garage to look at it.  We'd had it painted the same
greenish blue as his eyes, and it looked like new.

We'd also gotten him a laptop computer, loaded with the
latest version of Photoshop, and a little photo printer so
that he could manipulate photos from his new camera, and he
spent most of the day figuring it out.  Later that evening
he showed me a photo he'd snapped of Vincent, to which he'd
applied a water effect so that Vincent looked like he was
floating just under the surface of a lake.  Odd but
interesting, and he was having a ball with it.

Vincent and I had made a substantial joint donation to an
organization that worked at getting kids off the streets and
had gotten each other only a card.  You'd think on our first
Christmas as a couple we'd have gone nuts with presents, but
having only a card to give him made me really work at it.
I'd made him a little booklet with my favorite photos of us
and my memories of those times written underneath.

He had bought me a card from the store that had several
blank pages, and he wrote about the months since he'd moved
in, how much richer his life was now, how much it meant to
know I'd be next to him every night.  I read it several
times, soaking up the words he'd written to me, and when I
looked up at him, he was watching me with the same
expression I could feel on my face.  I leaned over and
kissed him slowly, lingering in his mouth, deeply happy that
he was in my life.

Matt picked up a flat package about a foot square and handed
it to me shyly.  "I made you something, you and Vincent.  It
doesn't seem like much after what you've given me, but I
hope you like it."

I tore the paper off a picture frame, hand-made from old
barn wood, weathered and gnarled. As I turned it over, both
Vincent and I drew in a breath of amazement. Matt had drawn
us in plain old #2 pencil on a sheet of ordinary copy paper,
and it was exquisite.  We were hugging loosely, leaning back
to smile at each other, with the suggestion of our kitchen
in the background. The sketch showed us from the hips up,
and he had captured us perfectly; the simple black and white
drawing glowed with love and contentment.

His initials were in the bottom left corner.

"Oh, Matty." I looked at him in astonishment. "This is just
beautiful. My God, I didn't know you could draw."

He was grinning at our obvious delight with his gift.

"Yeah, since I was little. It's the one thing I could do no
matter where I was or what was going on. You just need a
pencil and paper. I can do watercolors a little, too, but I
thought pencil was better for this. Alejandro helped me with
the frame."

Vincent had gone out to the kitchen after staring at the
drawing for several moments. He returned with a hammer and
nail and tapped it into the wall near the door so we could
see it from the couch where we sat every night. I got up and
hung the drawing, then stepped back to admire it, pulling
Matt into a hug as I did.

"Thank you, Matty.  That's the most personal gift anyone has
ever given us, and I love it.  We'll have to get you some
supplies.  Do you wanna see if we can get you into an art
school?"

"That'd be great.  I've got the knack, but I could really
use some training."

After a late breakfast, Vincent headed off to the restaurant
for the early dinner seating, and Matt and I went to the
barn to clean and feed.  Tommy and Alejandro had done the
morning feeding before they'd driven to Alejandro's folks'
house but hadn't cleaned, so it took us a several hours to
do all the horses.

Ginger was looking much better after a month of steady
groceries, and I'd quit worrying that she was going to drop
dead in her stall.  She nickered when she saw Matt, and he
gave her extra carrots while he cleaned. After she ate, I
got out an old western saddle and bridle, brought her out to
the cross ties, and tacked her up with a gel pad to cushion
her back.

She stood quietly as I mounted in the round pen and walked
out calmly when I legged her.  When I asked her to shift
gears, she broke into a soft, slow jog that I sat without
difficulty.  I hadn't planned on loping her, but she seemed
fine, so I asked for a left lead.  She lifted into it
without hesitation and moved around the ring on a loose rein
until I asked her to stop, which she did quickly, sliding
like a stock horse and almost unseating me.  I looked at her
with new respect and decided to see if TJ wanted to sell
her.  Sam couldn't find anything wrong with her, so we still
didn't know why someone had decided to starve her almost to
death.

Matt was watching from the fence, and I called him in as I
dismounted.  "Climb on from the left and settle in.  The
stirrup length should be okay.  Hold the reins in one hand,
lay them against her neck, and leg her gently with your
inside leg to put her on the rail."

He rode her for half an hour, and then we went home to join
Vincent for a traditional Hispanic holiday meal of pork
tamales with rice and beans.  Adam arrived just as we were
sitting down, so he joined us.  Matt ran upstairs and came
back to hand him a small package.

As he tore the paper off, his face broke into a grin.  After
a minute of studying it, he handed me a picture frame that
held a drawing of Adam holding the Gran Prix trophy up
against his chest in one hand while the other was clenched
in a fist pump next to his shoulder.  It was practically a
snapshot of the moment Adam had been handed the trophy at
the awards presentation in Florida, and Adam's immense
satisfaction came through loud and clear.

Adam grabbed Matt in a big hug and held on tight as he
spoke.  "Thank you, I love it."  He pulled back to look at
me.  "How did you like the one of you and Vincent?  Isn't it
great?"

I agreed that it was, and he said that Matt had shown it to
him at the barn when Alejandro was helping him frame it.

"But I didn't know you did one of me," he added, pulling
Matt close again.  Matt looked content in Adam's arms,
closing his eyes and letting Adam swing him back and forth a
couple times before they broke apart.  Adam touched Matt
with the same affectionate frequency that Vincent and I did,
and Matt returned the gestures, even hugging Adam briefly
from behind when he got up for more tamales.

After dinner Adam asked Matt to take a walk with him, and
they strolled around the neighborhood for an hour or so.
Adam left without coming back in the house, and when Matt
came inside, he was smiling to himself as he listened to the
iPod Adam had given him.

I couldn't decide what I thought about Matt and Adam.  Not
that they were together, but it certainly seemed as though
Adam had some interest.  I'd had Adam paired with Dylan for
so long in my mind that it was hard to think of him with
someone else.  Adam and I had always been good friends, but
our time together at the GPs while Vincent was gone had
brought us very close.  I loved and respected Adam, but I
cared enough about Matt to feel a pang at the thought of him
with someone else -- even Adam. I had no illusions that Matt
would live out his life under my roof, but I wasn't looking
forward to the day he'd leave, either.

We had flan and brandy in front of the fire in the den.
Matt wasn't wild about the brandy, but had a few sips of
mine before switching to milk, his drink of choice.  He was
quiet, staring into the fire with a pensive expression - not
the lost look I mentioned earlier, but just absentmindedly
twirling the fringe of the afghan around his fingers.  I was
leaning back against Vincent with my feet in Matt's lap, and
poked him gently with a toe.

He turned and looked at me for a long moment, his eyes
steady on mine, then crawled up and lay down next to me so
that he could hug both of us.

"You guys saved my life," he said softly, resting his head
against my chest while he looked at Vincent.  "And I can't
ever thank you enough for that. I love you both."  It was
almost a teary moment, but Matt's kisses of gratitude
gradually got hotter, so we abandoned the couch for our big
bed.  His quiet mood carried over into the bedroom, and as
we were settling in for two blow jobs (mine from him and his
from Vincent), he suddenly stopped and sat up.

"Will one of you fuck me, please?"

He rushed the words out, then calmed down a little and spoke
more slowly.  "I don't even know if I like it or not.  I
just did it when some guy wanted to, but I never enjoyed
it."  He looked at me.  "I've watched you when Vincent fucks
you, and you seem to love it, so I want to try it again now
that it's just us."



So far, Matt had shown no interest in fucking from either
side, and I'd begun to wonder if his years on the streets
had left him with a permanent aversion to that particular
pastime.  I'd sucked him off several times by now, but I'd
never gone near his hole with my tongue or a finger, and he
hadn't encouraged me to.

Vincent and I looked at each other; I nodded at him, and he
looked back to Matt.  "I'd love to -- if you really want
to."  Matt nodded and lay down on his back with his knees
bent and spread, looking trustingly up at Vincent, who
lowered his weight onto Matt and began to kiss him.  I
almost felt like I should leave the room, but I scooted up
to one corner of the bed and watched while Vincent seduced
Matt.  I use that word in the most positive sense possible,
because it was a seduction - a slow, loving arousal designed
to make it an intimate experience Matt would never forget.

As I watched, I recalled that first night in Vincent's
apartment.  He had been a talented lover back then and he
had only improved with age, so I knew what Matt was feeling.
By the time Vincent began to work his cock into him, Matt's
mouth was open, and he gave little panting moans every time
he exhaled.  Vincent went very slowly, pushing in a little
more each time Matt relaxed a little, and I could see the
strain on Vincent's face as he fought to control his
response to the feel of Matt's body tight around him.

By the time Vincent was fully in, Matt had broken a sweat,
his smooth body gleaming in the dim light of the room.  I
went to him then, lying along side so I could kiss him and
rub his chest.  As I touched him, he turned to me blindly,
burrowing into me and clutching my hand.  Vincent groaned
when Matt moved.  I kissed Matt's face and cupped his cheek.
"You okay?" I asked him softly.  Matt didn't speak, but I
felt him nod against me.

Vincent was still as a statue, eyes shut, gripping Matt's
legs and breathing raggedly.  As I watched him, he began to
move in long strokes, clenching his jaw each time he pushed
deep.  Eventually Matt started to move with him, and I
backed off again.  Despite his exceptional control, I didn't
think Vincent would last long, and I was right.  He soon
began to move more quickly as Matt's moans rose to a high
keening that was almost eerie to listen to.

It made my mouth dry and my cock hard as I watched Vincent
lift Matt's hips to get a better angle at his prostate.
That was it for Matt, and he shuddered through an orgasm so
intense I thought he was going to pass out.  He didn't
breathe at all through his usual copious shots, and when he
finally did, it was in huge gasping breaths with his eyes
wide open.

Vincent came inside Matt with a growling snarl that twisted
his face and looked like it actually hurt.  He bared his
clenched teeth and hung over Matt on stiff arms while his
body jerked.  Finally he gave one last convulsive shiver,
pulled out of Matt, and fell over onto his back.  He was
dripping wet, and his chest rose and fell like a bellows as
he tried to catch his breath.

I was still milking the last of my own solo orgasm from my
cock when Matt rolled onto his side and reached for me.  As
soon as I put my arms around him, he began to cry, and
Vincent recovered enough to come to us, searching my face.
I shook my head, not sure what the problem was, and I rocked
Matt for a few minutes while he gradually got himself under
control.  I wiped his face with a corner of the sheet and
handed him the tissue box to blow his nose, which he did
noisily like a little kid.

After a moment, he looked up at me and said in a quavery
voice, "I can see why you like it so much," and then began
to laugh in a watery, snuffly chuckle that had Vincent and
me smiling.  "I'm not crying cause I'm scared or anything.
It was just so intense."

Matt slept with us that night, tucked safely into the curve
of Vincent's body, while I lay facing them, holding
Vincent's hand as it draped across Matt. It was a damn good
end to Christmas Day.


We decided sort of at the last minute to host a New Year's
Day buffet brunch and phoned all the guys on the 29th to let
them know.  We included Gabriel, since I knew he didn't have
any family around; even if he wasn't gay, I figured he could
handle us for a few hours. Everyone accepted except Dylan,
who had decided to go to Houston to attend a party his law
firm was holding.  He hadn't been around in a while, and I
was beginning to wonder what the deal was.

As Vincent left for work that morning, I told him to invite
Eduardo.  He eyed me and asked if I was playing matchmaker.

"No, but they seemed to hit it off at the Christmas thing.
I think it would be good for Matt to hang around with
someone closer to his own age, don't you?  It'll just give
them a chance to see each other again."

"Matt knows the way to Corleone's.  If he wants to see
Eddie, he can drive over any day of the week."

"All right, all right!  Jesus!  I just thought I'd give it a
helping hand, okay? Don't invite him then."

Vincent just smirked at having gotten me to admit it and
walked out the door, but Eddie called me later that
afternoon and thanked me for the invitation.


We spent a fairly quiet New Year's Eve. With Dylan gone, I
invited Adam to come over for the evening.  We ordered pizza
and sat in the hot tub for a while, Matt being naked for the
first time with someone other than Vincent and me.  He
didn't seem at all shy about shucking his shorts in front of
Adam, and we had a relaxing night, coming inside in time for
the ball to drop in Times Square.  We all kissed and hugged
at midnight, and then Adam left  - somewhat reluctantly, I
thought - and we went to bed.

The next morning we slept late, getting downstairs just in
time to start coffee before the first guests arrived.  At my
suggestion, Jesse and Ben arrived a little early, and I took
them into the kitchen where Matt was helping Vincent.  I
watched Jesse as he caught sight of Matt, then looked at
Matt to see what Jesse was seeing.

Matt was dressed in jeans and a sweater my mom had given him
for Christmas, which was the same color as his eyes and
looked wonderful on him.  He had gained 21 pounds in the two
months since Jesse had brought him over here that afternoon;
the hollows in his cheeks were gone, and his butt had
rounded out nicely, a detail not missed by Jesse's observant
eyes.

Matt didn't see Jesse right away, and Jesse just stood there
for a few moments while his smile got wider and wider.

"Hey, Matt."

At Jesse's voice, Matt turned around with a surprised
expression, which broke into a delighted grin when he saw
who'd spoken to him.  He put down the knife he'd been
slicing bread with and walked right into Jesse's open arms.
They hugged for a long minute, then Jesse held him at arm's
length to take a good look.

"God, you look great, Matt. It's wonderful to see you happy
and healthy.  These guys are taking good care of you, huh?"

"Yeah, they are."  He pulled away.  "I have something for
you.  Let me get it."  He trotted out of the room.  I
shrugged at Jesse's questioning look, but by now I had a
pretty good idea what it might be.  We got drinks and were
sitting around the island when Matt came back and handed a
small frame to Jesse.

"It's from the night that Vincent and I went into Ray's.
You were sitting at the table in the motel room, thinking."

Jesse's face had gone from curiosity to astonishment as he
looked at the drawing, much as mine had done when Matt gave
us our Christmas present.  I leaned over to peer at it; in
the drawing, Jesse was in profile, shown from the waist up.
He was sitting with his elbow resting on a table and his
chin on his fist, gazing down at the tabletop.  The heavy
muscles of his arm were bunched, and the fabric of his t
shirt stretched over his shoulder.  His face was partially
shadowed, and you could really feel Jesse's intensity.

"Jesus . . ." was all Jesse could manage at first.  He
stared at Matt for a moment, then went back to the drawing.
"I bet I didn't sit there like that for more than a few
minutes."

Matt shrugged.  "I work from memory a lot.  Most of the time
I couldn't sit and draw something while it was in front of
me, so I got good at remembering."

Ben had taken the frame from Jesse and was studying the
drawing carefully. "It captures some the things I love most
about you -- your strength and your determination," he told
Jesse, then glanced at Matt.  "You have a real talent."

We'd left the gate open and the front door unlocked, and
Adam wandered in just then with Gabriel, so we got the party
underway.  TJ arrived with Wade and Cody not long after, and
Eddie, Tommy, and Alejandro showed up just as we were
starting the first round of omelets.  Matt seemed a little
surprised to see Eddie, and I caught Adam watching me with a
speculative look when he noticed Matt and Eddie laughing
together off in the corner.

After everyone had at least one plateful under his belt, I
moved to the front of the room and cleared my throat.
Vincent joined me, standing partially behind me with an arm
around my waist.  "Vincent and I have decided to make our
relationship more formal." I paused and held up my left
hand, waggling my third finger.  "No one seems to have
noticed this since I got it back at the end of August."

At that point I was cut off by "How blind do you think we
are?" and "Of course, we noticed it."

"Then why didn't anyone ask me about it?"

Wade grinned at me.  "We figured you'd tell us in your own
good time, and now you are."

I shook my head at them.  "Anyway, we're going to have some
sort of ceremony here at the house in April, probably the
2nd, so keep it open."

Everyone was happy for us, and we spent a few more hours
gathered in the kitchen, eating, drinking, and talking.
Matt and Eddie disappeared for a while, and I found them in
Matt's room, lying on the bed, fully clothed, talking.  Matt
raised his head when I looked in the open door, but I just
lifted a hand and went back downstairs.  They joined the
party after an hour or so when Eddie had to leave for his
shift at the restaurant.  Adam didn't move in on Matt, and
Matt spent the rest of the time with Jesse and Ben.


TJ moved into William's house the first week in January.
Danny had found another shoer, so TJ began spending most of
his time at Stonegate, trailing around behind Sam as she
doctored the various ills produced by a stable of 40 horses.
He quickly became proficient at a lot of the basic stuff --
shots, bandaging, and diagnosing foot and leg ailments,
since he'd done that as a farrier.  He also kept all the
horses' feet in good repair.  We went to lunch a few times a
week, and it was nice to have him around all the time.

I'd never quite gotten over my infatuation with TJ and
enjoyed cornering him in the hay barn or tack room now and
then for a few hot kisses.  One afternoon it went a little
further than that, and we ended up with TJ's dick in my hand
and my tongue down his throat.  Other than Matt, Vincent and
I hadn't gotten together with anyone since he'd been
attacked in mid-August.  It was now early January, and I was
obviously more than ready, so later I gave Vincent a quick
call. He hesitated for just a second before saying it
sounded good. I tracked TJ down and invited him over for a
continuation of our tack room session.

I told Matt at dinner that TJ was coming over and why, and
that he was welcome to join us if he was interested and felt
comfortable about it.  He thought for a minute, but then
said he'd pass this time, except maybe for a kiss or two.
One time when I was telling Matt how I'd met some of our
friends, I'd told him how well TJ kissed, and he'd been
curious ever since.

TJ showed up about 8pm, freshly showered and looking like a
poster boy for the hunk of the month club, in faded, old
jeans and a white t-shirt that looked like it had been
molded to him.  I had called him earlier with Matt's
request, so I let Matt get the door and gave them a few
minutes to talk.

We sat around the den for a while, having a drink and
starting to play on the couch.  TJ sat between Matt and me,
with Vincent watching us from a nearby chair.  TJ pushed me
down and kissed me silly for a few minutes, picking up where
we'd left off in the tack room.  When he had me half-hard
and breathing heavy, he turned to Matt and leaned into him,
kissing his cheek first, and then working his way to his
mouth.  Matt was ready for him, and their first kiss
hardened my dick the rest of the way.

As I've said, TJ was just a natural-born kisser, and Matt
wasn't immune to his talent. He turned toward him and rose
to one knee to face TJ on the couch.  TJ pulled Matt's free
leg across his lap so that Matt was straddling him, and
gripped his hips as Matt held onto TJ's shoulders.  I was a
little surprised at TJ's aggressiveness, but Matt came to
him willingly.  After a few minutes, Matt broke the kiss,
looked at TJ with a dazed expression, and then got to his
feet and walked from the room.  TJ gave me a confused look.

"He's not used to world-class kissing," I explained.  TJ
laughed, but was cut off as Vincent clamped his mouth over
TJ's and shut him up.  Things proceeded predictably from
that point.  We ended up staying in the den, putting the
different levels - floor, couch seat, and couch back - to
good use.  TJ had learned to top pretty well, moving his
cock around in my ass in a leisurely fashion that got the
job done without feeling rushed.  I'm not fond of being
pounded away at when nothing's being accomplished, so TJ's
style suited me.

TJ had me bent over the couch with Vincent under me, sucking
my cock and tweaking my nipples.  I loved being the center
of attention, but I didn't last very long.  I blew my load
all over Vincent's chest as TJ buried his cock and took
short strokes that hit me perfectly.  After TJ pulled out, I
sank to my knees and knelt there for a few minutes while
Vincent pulled TJ around to the other side of the couch.

By the time I joined them, TJ's knees were up by his
shoulders, and Vincent was dragging his tongue up TJ's ass
from his hole to his nuts in long firm strokes that had TJ's
head arched back into the cushions.  I watched for a few
minutes, listening to the slurp of Vincent's mouth and TJ's
soft moans, then moved up to kiss TJ, playing with his cock
while Vincent drove him crazy.

Eventually Vincent climbed up to work his cock into TJ, who
grunted softly with each additional inch Vincent shoved into
him.  I fondled TJ's balls, enjoying the feel of Vincent's
tight belly bumping into my hand on every stroke.  When he
got close, I bent to take TJ's dick into my mouth.  I sucked
hard as he pumped into me, flooding my mouth with hot cum.
TJ's orgasm triggered Vincent's, who leaned back, his cock
deep in TJ's guts as he came.

We had another drink before TJ left, then went up to bed
where Vincent flopped onto his belly with spread legs and
moaned his way through a slow screw that I was surprised I
had the energy for.


The following week, I was sitting in the sun by the stallion
paddock, cleaning tack and feeding Calvin a carrot now and
then, when Adam pulled into the yard and walked over to me,
his face solemn.  Cal nickered at him, and Adam buried his
face in the big horse's neck for a minute and then sat down
next to me as he blew out a big sigh.

"Well, Dylan and I are officially through."

I looked at him in shock.  "Really?  What happened?"

"He came over last night, first time in weeks, and told me
that it wasn't ever gonna happen between us and that he
wouldn't be coming around any more."

"Jesus, did you guys have a fight or something?"

"No, nothing that dramatic.  Back in August right after
Vincent was attacked, I asked him to move in with me.  Ever
since you and Vincent got together, it's been bugging me
that he wouldn't get more serious about us, so I pushed it a
little.  He said no, obviously, and I admitted to myself
then that we weren't ever gonna get together."  He sighed
again.  "I've been working on accepting that, but I'm so
ready to settle down with someone."

I leaned over to hug him, and he sat there for another few
minutes, then pushed up out of the chair and went off to
ride the new jumper that Maddy Gallagher had imported from
Ireland.  I felt terrible for him and was surprised at Dylan
ending it like that.  They'd been friends, in and out of
bed, for several years and seemed to really enjoy each
other.

Dylan settled the mystery that afternoon with a phone call.
"Can you meet me for dinner?"

He was in the bar with a drink when I got there and got
right to it when my drink arrived.  "I broke it off with
Adam.  I just wanted you to know."

I nodded, looking down into my glass.  "He told me.  What's
going on with you?"

"I'm just not ready to play house, and I know that's what he
wants.  He asked me to move in a while back."  He sighed.
"I'm lousy boyfriend material, Sean.  I like screwing
around, and I'm not ready to be with just one guy - even one
as good as Adam."

"He's been waiting a while already.  He might wait a while
longer."

"That's just it.  I don't want him to wait anymore.  I don't
like having that hanging over my head.  He needs to move on
and find someone who wants the same things he does, and he
won't do that unless I quit seeing him."

I shook my head sadly.  "Well, you're probably right, but
just for the record, I think you're a fool."

He didn't like that much, and I ended up going home after my
drink.  Matt was in the kitchen when I came in from the
garage and turned to me in surprise.  "I thought you were
eating with Dylan."

"Nope.  What did you guys have?"  I was pissed at Dylan and
feeling bitchy as I yanked open the door to the fridge and
stared at the contents without seeing anything.

Matt moved closer, but didn't touch me.  "Leftover lasagna
from last night, but we ate it all.  I can make you some
eggs or something."  His voice was soft, and I knew he could
tell how upset I was.  I let the fridge door close and
turned to Matt with a frustrated sigh.

"Shit, I need a hug."

He wrapped his arms around me, and I put my forehead down on
his shoulder as he squeezed me.  I knew what was bothering
me.  I was afraid that Matt and Adam would get more serious
now that Dylan was out of the picture, and I wasn't ready
for that.  I thought I might never be ready for that.  I
kissed Matt hotly enough to get a little moan out of him and
then went up to bed without supper.

Vincent came up an hour later with cheese and crackers and
two cold beers, which we drank while I told him about Adam
and Dylan.  He looked thoughtful, but didn't have much to
say.  He set my empty beer bottle on the bedside table, took
the last swig of his own, and leaned down to take my soft
dick into his mouthful of cold beer, swishing it around as
it warmed up.  The feel of the cold, bubbly liquid was a
shock at first, and I almost pulled out of his mouth, but he
held onto me, and I lay back to enjoy the first beer blow
job I'd ever gotten.  It certainly took my mind off Dylan.


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I'll post the next chapter as soon as I'm back
on my feet, probably around the 30th or so.

qwb@san.rr.com