Page 108 of Big Britches

Titus chuckled. Southern slang plus Pedro’s accent never failed to tickle him. “That, I am.”

“Hmm,” Pedro said, his hand reaching behind. “Someone is still a little stiff back there.”

Titus reached low himself.

“Hmm. Someone is still a little slick down here. I bet I could. Ah, yeah. There we go.”

Pedro felt Titus slip inside easy and tender, like returning a favorite book to its place on the shelf.

“You’re it, you know,” Titus whispered over the delicate rolls of Elton’s piano. “The one.”

“So are you.”

They continued making love, slow and smooth enough to carry on the conversation.

“I wish I could marry you,” Titus said.

“Too late.”

“That’s temporary. Barb did us a solid. She signed the papers so we could get your mother here sooner.”

“That’s gift enough.”

“I wanna give you more, a big traditional wedding. Right here in our backyard.”

“Perhaps someday.”

“Yeah.” Titus sighed softly. “Someday.”

“Speaking of solid, you feel thick as a brick down there. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. Sure is nice, though.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I could do this forever, you know? And when I come, I’ll just keep riding on through until the next one.”

“Prove it, Big Britches.”

“I prefer horn dog.”

Pedro clenched, giving Titus a solid squeeze down low.

“OH, man,” Titus cried.

“That’s it. Give it to me.”

Titus came, uttering a low, breathy curse in Pedro’s ear.

“Yeah. That’s good,” Pedro said. “But I’m not ready just yet. Show me your magic, Big T.”

“I thought I was supposed to be the one giving orders.”

“I’m evolving.”

“Good. I like that.”

Titus found his groove again, passing through one orgasm and detouring toward the promise of another. He reached around for Pedro’s cock, but Pedro stayed his hand. “No. Let’s wait for you to get close again. I’m enjoying this.”