Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

town's Olympic sized public pool, forcing me to ignore the jibes from the turds of my school years, yet hiding his glee when I accepted their unfriendly challenges. When I trounced them he'd grin and chuckle his delight while I stuck my finger at them and their dumbstruck cronies before they trudged away, defeated in pool speed and esteem. I showed them I was no longer the puny, weak, defenceless kid they could continue belittling, push around and make fun of. They saw that after two years of swimming training I'd muscled up and could now stand my ground and show them up as the arseholes they were and still are. Payback time , Drew calls it.
    I'm in charge of my destiny now, all because of Drew. I've survived and overcome the past and striven above and disproved the detractors and clowns. I've proved to myself I have what it takes to make good of my life in business and my compassionate interests. I reflected on what I've risen from to what I've achieved in less than two years–the acquisition of the Bethwaite property, building our superb new home, improving the orchard, and assisting Brad and Nigel to establish The Retreat. And through it all I've gained contentment, friendships and pride.
    Next year will be better still, when Drew graduates and gains his practising certificate, purchases Harry's practice and lives permanently with me. Harry has already announced his moderate price, reminding Drew his conscience will place him at ease knowing his clients and friends will be in trusted, dedicated hands. "Besides," he said, talking to us across his dinner table as though we're family, "We don't need the money." I've told Drew not to worry about raising the funds, that I'll advance the amount from next season's apple harvest in the new year. In reality, I intend making the funds a gift, mindful of what he and his family have done for me, and what Harry once said to him about me, as I think of Drew– he is priceless .
    Freckles made his usual re-appearance, crashing through the doggie door, his paws sliding on the polished floors in his excitement to report back, jump on the hammock and tongue wash me. "Time to get a drink," I tell Freckles, while I slip from the edge of the hammock with due care, to head first to our bedroom and then the fridge, while he attacks the water in his bucket. Before long, I heard Drew in the shower below, then bounding up the stairs. I laughed to myself as I saw him tiptoeing toward me in the window reflection over the sink, wearing only his Batman cap I'd given him for Christmas to add to his large collection. I closed my eyes in thanks as his naked body pressed my back, his arms embraced me, his hot lips warmed my cheek, and his customary greeting, Hello, my sexy hunk , melted my heart.
    I turned to hug his neck and pull his lips down to mine, rubbing my fingernails over his back and cup his butt cheeks in my palms. "Let's have our beers in the hammock," I suggested, "I've got a little New Year's Eve surprise for you."
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    "I love you, Drew," I murmured, cuddled snug and naked, staring at the clouds tinged red in the early evening. He answered by flexing his arms around me and moving his lips to my cheek, his eyes seeking, looking at me in expectation. "I don't want to hold back and disappoint you any longer, so I want to give it a try and see if I can handle it."
    He pulled his face away, eyes wide. "Are you sure?"
    "Yup, I've been thinking about it for a while."
    "Oh, babe, oh man." He squeezed me, his voice eager, his face lit in excitement. "This is a surprise."
    "I'm glad you think so. I know you've been waiting patiently, while I've tried to get my head around it. To start, I think it's better if I do you first and then your turn, if that's okay with you."
    "Hell, I can't wait."
    "I've brought these and this," I said, smiling, pulling them from my shorts I'd kept beside me when he stripped me. "I pinched them from your drawer."
    He laughed. "I love your planning, though we won't need the 'doms, babe, not after nearly two years being together by ourselves. But this will come in handy." He suggested I kneel between his legs and spread some lube on my fingers, instructing me how to loosen his hole, saying, "It's been a long time between drinks, down there."
    I hesitated, not feeling confident to stick my finger in his arse, but I was curious for I'd never done it before. I decided to try, heeding Drew’s advice that the preparation maximises enjoyment for both of us . He rubbed