Earth and Sky

be so turned on by a man. In the back of his mind he’d always known about his attraction to men, of course, but he’d told himself that if he ever got the chance to get close enough to do the things he’d only dreamed of, it would feel so wrong, so unnatural that nothing much would happen. He never contemplated that the musky smell and tight, muscled body would make him hard again just minutes after coming, that it would make him bold enough to want more and act to get what he wanted. Never could he have imagined that it would feel so right.

    He looked up at Grant to see him smile invitingly. Grant touched Hunter’s hair, nodding his approval as Hunter opened his mouth just enough to take in the head of Grant’s erection. It tasted like nothing he’d ever tasted before and was smooth and soft against his tongue. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to fit as well, and Hunter let it slide a little deeper. He wished he could look up to see Grant’s reaction, but the confines of the truck cabin made that impossible.

    Grant let his head fall back. “You know,” he said, his voice a little forced, “for a virgin, you have a great mouth. Just a little less teeth, please.”

    “I’m sorry,” Hunter said, pulling back.

    Grant looked back at him and gently stroked Hunter’s short-cropped hair again. “Keep going. You’re doing great.” He moved his hand to Hunter’s chin so he could pull him closer and kiss him. “Don’t stop.”

    Hunter smiled, still not feeling totally at ease with what he was doing to Grant but trying not to think about how he never knew how tender the man could be. How he had almost let his dislike of him, because of his history with Gable, stand between them.

    Moving his hand up and down Grant’s rigid shaft, Hunter continued where he’d left off, taking the head of Grant’s erection in his mouth. He was a little wary about taking Grant as deep into his mouth as Grant had taken him, but remembered how glorious it felt when Grant swallowed, so he tried letting it slide further. His saliva flowed copiously, and Grant’s cock felt slick as it slipped into his throat. Suddenly he felt his stomach turn and he gagged, pulling back as he retched against the feeling of something at the back of his throat.

    “Wow, easy,” Grant soothed him, his hand caressing his cheek. “That takes practice. Something you don’t have this first time. You don’t need to go so deep. Your mouth feels good around the head too.”

    Hunter nodded, swallowing the excess saliva and trying to make his heartbeat calm down. He wiped away the tears that had shot into his eyes and tried to hide it from Grant, feeling very much like a wimp.

    Grant bent down and caught his mouth in a soft kiss. “It’s okay. Maybe this is enough for today. You can make me come with your hand if you like.”

    Hunter shook his head. “You made it good for me. I want to make you come in my mouth too.”

    Grant smiled. “It’s not a competition.” He didn’t stop kissing Hunter, possessively cupping Hunter’s head in his hand, effectively preventing him from bending down again.

    Hunter couldn’t help grinding his hips against Grant’s leg. The cock in his hand felt heavy, and it was easy to imagine how what he was doing felt to Grant. He’d done it to himself enough times, after all. Although the angle was slightly different, he tried to twist his wrist in a motion he knew felt good. His reward was Grant moaning into their kiss and thrusting his straining erection up into Hunter’s hand. Hunter tried to think straight, but Grant’s kisses were clouding his mind, not to mention the fact he felt like he hadn’t just come, like he still wanted more. Would they go further? Would Grant possibly let him fuck him? Or would Grant want to fuck him?

    Hunter pulled back, his breathing heavy. Grant let his head fall back over the edge of the truck seat. His hand was tucked into his jeans, cupping his balls, while Hunter continued fisting him.

    “Hand feels good,” Grant murmured. “Told you it was easy. Not much longer now….” Grant was rolling his hips, following his body’s instincts.

    Hunter licked his lips. He wanted to taste Grant again, wanted to taste the need, the desire in the other man. The friction he was getting from grinding his still-exposed cock against the coarseness of Grant’s wet jeans was hard to abandon, though, and he knew he would have to put his mouth over Grant’s erection. Then he