Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

half of it again before he remembered he wasn't used to strong Mexican beer. Hell, he wasn't use to drinking much period because all it did was make him sleepy. Add that to the massage, and he was headed toward lights out.
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    Jeff wanted nothing more than to have Greg relaxed, which was part of the plan. However, he wasn't expecting the man to fall asleep, especially after only two beers. Jeff knew Greg had been spending a lot of time with his players. They were both very hands-on, involved coaches. Ms. Blake, the principal, was always after them because they seemed to spend more time at school than any of the other teachers.
    Jeff sighed. Then an idea flitted through his mind. No. He bit his lip. Should he? Before he could talk himself out of it, he went to find some rope. Jeff walked into his bedroom, opened the closet door, and pulled a box down off the top shelf. He strode over to the bed and set the box down. Jeff took a deep breath before taking off the lid. There it lay, curled up like sleeping cat, almost as if it was patiently waiting for someone to touch it.
    Jeff pulled it out. He'd found the soft, white rope at an adult store in LA when he went to visit some friends last summer. He'd bought it, hoping that he'd find someone to bring one of his fantasies to life. Jeff wanted to be tied up, tied down, teased, and fucked until he screamed.
    He carried it back to the small dining area attached to the living room, and, without consciously thinking about it, tied Greg to the chair.
    When he stood back and looked at his handiwork, he groaned. "So I've got him tied up in the chair, immobilized... now what the hell do I do with him?" Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply. "Maybe I should have had him strip first."
    No, Greg would have run screaming from the house if he'd suggested he take his pants off. Now all Jeff could do was wait until Sleeping Beauty woke up.
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    Greg slowly came awake. He tried to move, but something seemed to be holding him down. His eyes flew open, and he looked down at his arms. He was tied to his chair, and looking around, he was still at Jeff's. Greg shifted around, trying to wiggle out of the ropes. But all he did was move the chair. He was securely bound to his seat. What the fuck?
    "Jeff!"
    "No need to yell. I'm over here." Jeff responded calmly. Greg heard the television click off, followed by the soft patter of footsteps. "So, Beauty woke up."
    Greg narrowed his gaze at Jeff when his face came into view. "Why am I tied to the chair?"
    Jeff stood between Greg's legs. "Because I thought this might be the only chance I get to show you how I feel."
    Greg looked up, his gaze travelling from the obvious erection in Jeff's pants, up the smooth, flat stomach and hairless chest to Jeff's dark, lust-filled eyes. Greg's cock strained against the tight confines of his jeans; the zipper biting into it. Why had he decided to go commando? His dick throbbed even harder when Jeff knelt down. His lightly bearded face was just inches from his crotch.
    Greg groaned. "Then show me, soccer boy."
    Jeff rubbed his face against Greg's denim covered thigh. His nimble fingers flicked the button free before easing down the zipper. Greg wondered who was really in control here, him or Jeff? While he might be the one tied to the chair, Jeff seemed more than willing to follow whatever command Greg gave him.
    His cock sprang free, the cool air sending little shocks along his nerves. Jeff looked up before swallowing Greg down his throat. Greg's hands itched to grab Jeff's head and fuck his mouth.
    Greg knew he wouldn't last long if Jeff kept deep-throating him. Every time Jeff swallowed around the head of Greg's cock, Greg was dragged closer to the edge. He let his head fall back and gave in to Jeff's skills. The slight brush of Jeff's fingers across his already tight balls caused Greg to gasp.
    "Jeff." Greg lifted his head and looked down into Jeff's face. God, the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on Jeff's face sent Greg flying over the edge. Jeff never pulled away. He just swallowed every last drop of cum that exploded out of Greg's cock.
    Jeff eased his mouth from around Greg's cock, and licked his lips. A smile flitted across that lush, red fullness. Jeff laid his head back on Greg's thigh.
    Greg wanted, no, needed to get his hands on Jeff. He wanted to make the other man squirm and beg. "Untie me, Jeff, and lay the ropes neatly on the table."
    Jeff's hands moved slowly, almost