Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

he could as well. Kyle was winded by Rory's weight.
    "You clumsy oaf!" Kyle said with a wince.
    Seconds later, after they had scrambled off each other, no longer a tangled mess of limbs, they both clambered out of their clothes to ensure there were no robotic insects hiding themselves under the cover of their cloth.
    When satisfied he was no longer covered in electric bugs, let alone being bitten by them, Rory looked over to Kyle to make sure he was all right. Straight away, the sight of the man as naked as the day he was born, took Rory's breath from him. The man was... for lack of a better word, stunning. In fact, Rory would go as far to say he looked better with no clothes on, a rare thing. Kyle sure did look after himself. He wasn't too lean or too fat, a body with perfect definition, the truth be told. Kyle didn't have too much hair on his body, but enough to set him apart from the smooth twinks Rory usually liked who most of the time could only grow bum fluff away from their pubic hair zone.
    Then there was Kyle's cock.
    Now that was something only a real man could be endowed with, long and thick and veiny, and with a foreskin that was begging to be nibbled on because it formed a perfect pucker-tipped end. Heck, Rory would sure like to see if the man's cock could gag him when it was fully erect and dripping with pre-cum. Even Kyle's balls were big and round and manly. Perfect to have banging on the chin while tonsil deep with cock and looking up into satisfied eyes.
    Rory mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath that could only have been interpreted as approval for what he saw. He tried to stay his stare, but found himself drawn even more to the sight of Kyle naked.
    "You like what you see, don't you, darling?" Kyle placed his hands onto his hips, an action which seemed to show off his beautiful body even more under the light of the alien sun.
    "I've seen better," Rory lied, but kept his gaze on Kyle's assets. He then rubbed a couple of spots where he'd been bitten, mostly on his stomach. A small welt had formed beside his navel where the bug must have got the most enthusiastic. He'd need some antiseptic cream on that soon, no doubt. Still, no time to worry about small wounds. The real issue right now was how to get out of this place. Then again, the other issue was what to do about a stunningly handsome naked man standing only a few feet away from him. Funny how things changed when Rory saw Kyle naked, a man he couldn’t stand the sight of only an hour ago.
    "I don't think you have."
    "What the fuck are you talking about, Kyle?"
    Kyle ran his gaze over Rory, a wicked smile forming on his lips. Seemed he liked what he saw as well. "As you can see, sweetheart, I'm not one of your cute little twinkie boys whose nuts haven't dropped yet. I'm all man, solid and real and ready for anything between the sheets you care to indulge in. Hell, sugar, I bet I could teach you a thing or two about what it's like to be loved. Not like those stage hands who only stick their arses in the air for you because they believe they might move up in the movie industry. When I fuck I do it because I want to, not because I need to."
    Rory licked his lips, again trying to force himself not to look, but failing miserably. Kyle did look fuckable right now. Very fucking fuckable. "Maybe... you're right," Rory stammered.
    "You know I'm right... handsome."
    Rory's stomach turned in delighted anticipation, especially when Kyle said 'handsome'. What's more, when Kyle's cock became more and more engorged with each passing second, it was almost too much to bear. The pre-cum sure did flow from him, as Rory suspected it would with such a magnificent example of manhood between his legs. Heck, even Kyle's foreskin retracted of its own accord, gliding smoothly to reveal his now glistening, ripe and ready head. His balls tightened as well. Fuck!
    "Maybe..." Rory shook his head. Perhaps it was the heat of this alien planet. Perhaps it was the bites from the stupid fucking robotic bugs. Whatever it was, he had never felt like ever wanting to be with Kyle in any way except in a professional working environment before. What the fuck had happened? Why now? Was the man right? Did Rory crave something more than sugar-coated twinks with no brains but cute foreskinned cocks and smooth bodies his tongue could roll over without effort? Or was it something deeper than that? Did Rory need a relationship? A relationship with someone who he knew would