Chapter 10 JOE
Chapter ten
JOE
I've been working on editing for several hours when someone knocked at my door. When I opened it, Dusty stood there with a bag in his hand. He smiled.
“I brought your favorite ice cream,” he said.
“Dusty, are you trying to get into my pants 'cause you know that's the best way to do it?”
I felt a little guilty flirting with him. Before Gentry, I had done it all the time. We had something great together; I couldn't just say goodbye to him because someone else had come along. He stepped into my space, leaned up, and gave me a sweet kiss.
Kissing Dusty was warm, gentle, and familiar.
My body lit up for him, craving him like I did the ice cream he brought.
I pulled him to me, the ice cream falling to the floor, as I pushed him toward the counter, my tongue seeking his.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and I found myself tight against him.
The kiss deepened, and our need became feral.
He pulled back from me. “Don’t get all crazy on me when I tell you this.”
My stomach dropped. “That sounds ominous.”
“Oh. I think it’s good. I missed you a lot, Joe.” He gave me a shy smirk, “I know we said this wasn’t really dating, but I’ve been feeling things.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, but I had been thinking something similar. We had a connection that was impossible to deny. “You have?”
“The idea of a boyfriend? Maybe a dog? A partner? They don’t sound so bad if you are included in that picture. I’ve been giving those things a lot of thought.”
The fact that he was thinking about it was more than I had hoped for, but now it felt weird. Dusty was changing lanes, but Gentry was a new option, and he knew what he wanted. A few days ago, I wondered if I would find someone who offered something more than just friends with benefits.
Dusty pushed up my shirt, his hands ran up my sides, and my body responded to his touch. My already solid cock, flexed, and it wanted more attention. He was slightly shorter than me, which made it easy for us to slot together; his arousal was thick against my hip.
I knew from our other times together that he liked to be squeezed, and I was always happy to give that to him. I would say that what he lacked in height was made up for with his cock. I loved how he felt in my hand and needed to feel the heat of his skin in my palm.
“Did you spend any more time with that guy?” Dusty asked between kisses.
It was an odd question. “Yeah, we went riding again.”
He moaned into my mouth. “Did you think about having sex with him?”
“He is hot. It crossed my mind.” I could tell by his reaction that he liked my answer. “You like that I thought about being with him?”
“Joe, something about you getting pleasure from another man feels good to me. I love making you feel good. I want that for you always.”
It made me want to tell him about what Gentry and I had done, but I didn’t.
“I want to make you see stars, Joe.”
With that, he kissed and nipped until he took one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it.
“Fuck. That feels good.”
He hummed and moved to the other side. With my hand on the back of his head, I encouraged him.
“I think it’s time you learn to fuck my mouth, Joe. You should use me for your gratification.”
It was one of those things I’d thought about. I knew you had to be with a partner who would accept being on the receiving end, and Dusty was asking for it. He dropped in front of me, taking my pants and underwear with him. I shuddered when I looked down to see Dusty on his knees.
He wrapped his hand around me, then stroked from base to tip. His thumb picked up the drops of liquid that were there, his fingers dragging through what had run down the shaft. With the lubricant, his hand moved smoothly over my length.
“God. Damn. Fuck.” He hadn’t done much of anything, and it already felt amazing.
I watched as his tongue swirled around the crown, teased the glans, then took me into his mouth.
He sucked, then swallowed me more deeply, tingles ran the length of my body, and my toes curled.
My hips moved on their own accord, my brain unable to control what my body did.
When he placed my hand on the back of his head, I took a deep breath.
Being aggressive wasn’t something that was natural to me, but each time he sucked me deeper, my need to push into his mouth got more insistent.
He grabbed my hips hard and drove my rod into his throat.
He gagged slightly, then swallowed. The feeling of controlling his breathing and the constriction of his throat were amazing and addictive. I wanted to do it again.
“You want this?” I had to ask.
He gave me a thumbs up, his lips stretched around me, the visual better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
Tentatively, I thrust into his mouth, which felt good.
A moan escaped me when I felt that tightness as he swallowed around me.
My hand was on the back of his head, and I pushed into the heat again.
“God. Yes.” I loved how it felt, and ached to do more.
He reached for his own zipper, and when he pulled himself out, he was dripping.
He tugged on my hip with his other hand, and I gave up the fight.
Driving into his wanting mouth, my cock made him choke and gag.
When I looked down, tears ran down his face, and drool was on his chin, while his hand continued to pleasure himself.
Seeing him like this was beautiful, and he gave himself to me, which I knew was a gift. I kept pushing into his mouth, taking from him what I wanted. I liked the control over him.
“Shit. Dusty.”
He nodded his head, and my orgasm slammed into me.
He was right, I saw stars, my knees were weak, and seconds after my body hit the pinnacle, Dusty moaned his own release coating his hand and the floor.
Every fiber in my body felt light and floaty.
I looked at Dusty with affection. He was special, and being with him like that opened my heart to him.
I slid down the wall and pulled Dusty over next to me. We cuddled for a few minutes and enjoyed the high from our orgasms.
“That was amazing.”
“I wasn’t kidding, Joe. I missed you when I was on the road.” I wasn’t sure what to think of this change in his attitude about a relationship.
“I thought about you a lot, too. We can explore what comes next if that’s what you really want. Maybe you should take some time to think it through. It’s a big change.” He nodded against my chest.
“Let’s eat. I should probably go home tonight. I have some early morning Zoom calls.”
“I’m excited. There are a lot of pictures of DRACO that I would love to take.” I kissed his head.
We got up and kissed some more while we put our clothes back on.
After finishing dinner, we made out a little more, then I walked him to his car. It had been a good evening.
I thought about what he had told me. A few weeks ago, I would have been thrilled about his change of heart.
The truth was, Gentry was someone I wasn’t ready to walk away from, which meant I was ‘dating’ two men, and my heart was very confused because I had to choose one.
Right now, nothing is set in stone, though, so that could be pushed off for a while.
I needed advice. The only person I could turn to was my brother, who could guide me through this situation.
JOE
Hey want to get together tomorrow?
I can cook.
ARTHUR
Mont says to come over here for dinner. He’ll bring in a chef.
JOE
That sounds good.
5:00 p.m.?
ARTHUR
Bring treats. Drachen and Drake haven’t seen you for a few days. You know they have demands.
JOE
I’ll bring something for them.
I set my phone down. The endorphins from my orgasm were probably gone, but I still felt warm and floaty. There was so much about both men I liked, and I wasn’t sure how to handle this whole situation.
When I went to bed, my head was a mess, both in a good and bad way. Tomorrow evening couldn’t come quickly enough because I really needed to talk this out.
Most of the day was spent working. The dude ranch job was fast approaching, and I had to work my new DRACO obligations into my schedule.
I couldn’t help but be thankful that when I left my family's real estate business—and their extremist beliefs—I landed on my feet, having found plenty of work.
Better yet, I was able to be the man I wanted to be, instead of being afraid my community would find out and disown me.
My life was good, and now my ‘big’ problem was that two men were interested in me, and I was having sex with both of them. It was 3:45 p.m., and I was ready to dump this on Arthur so he could give me some sort of advice.
I walked out the door at 4:15 p.m., which meant I would be there way too early, but this was family; they wouldn’t care.
As I approached my brother’s front door, I could hear the men laughing with each other. Arthur must have seen me on the porch because the door opened before I could knock. He pulled me into a tight hug, then passed me to his husband, who hugged me just as tightly.
“Hi, guys.” I squeaked.
Being openly loved by my family was still new to me. They knew how tough growing up was, and this was their way of trying to fix my past. As soon as I entered the house, their dragon companions gave me a look. Both of them stood on the kitchen table.
Drake was black as pitch, with golden eyes and a sweet temperament.
He had been part of Montgomery’s life for years and helped him with his social anxiety.
Drachen was Arthur’s dragon; he was green and took his job very seriously.
He had been raised to help my brother with his OCD and anxiety issues, allowing the two men who owned them to live a life where they got some support when needed.
“Go sit, and we will release them,” Arthur said, then shooed me toward the living room. “Okay, guys, go see what he has for you.”
Both dragons flew over. Drake landed on my shoulder, then slid down the front of my body to be inside my shirt.
Drachen nudged at him and made a scritch scritch noise.
I pulled a small container from my pocket.
Montgomery and Arthur came into the room and sat tightly together on the couch.
Being near them, you could feel how much they loved each other.
It was annoying and gross, and I was very jealous.
I pulled a grape out of the container and put my hand down the front of my shirt, giving it to Drake.
I heard him chomping happily. For Drachen, I had a strawberry.
I made sure to bring their preferred treats because I wanted to be their favorite Uncle.
Every time I was around them, I wondered if I should petition to get one of my own.
As part of the Wilson family, I am now qualified to have one if I wanted one.
They were so sweet, and mine would only be a pet, but it would be cool.
I fed the dragons more treats before I sat back. Drake wiggled around and got comfortable, while Drachen lay on his back on my thighs.
“So what’s new with you, Joe?”
I raised my eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”
“You are thirty minutes early, and you have that frazzled look.”
I couldn’t even argue his logic because it was on point. “Well.” I looked between the two men. I didn’t have anybody else to talk to about this. “Well. How do you…?” My knee started to bounce. Both dragons left to find somewhere calmer to sleep.
“How do you date multiple people at once?”
Arthur looked at me. “Date? Like, go out for dinner together.”
A high-pitched laugh escaped me. “If only,” I said under my breath. I looked up. “Not exactly.”
“Joe? Are you sleeping with multiple men at the same time?”
“Not literally at the same time. But yes, I am having sex with two different men.” The responses from the men in front of me were very different. “I can’t imagine being with two men at the same time.” As I said the words, the irony wasn’t lost on me.
“Joe, that’s not like you,” Arthur said, giving a concerned look.
At nearly the same time, Mont said with a huge smile, “That’s my boy!”
Arthur turned toward his husband and narrowed his eyes. Mont hung his head and looked up at me with a smirk.
“Well, you clearly have different opinions on it, but that doesn’t change anything because I am currently having sex with two men and I don’t want to give up either of them.”
When I said it, I realized I sounded greedy, but we were way past that because I was knee deep in the situation. “So how do I do it?”
Arthur looked at me, then at his husband.
“You know what. This is a conversation you need to have with Mont, and it’s not one I want to be privy to.
I’m going down to the barn to give out peppermints.
Text me when you are done.” With that, he leaned down and gave Mont a kiss. “Remember, he is my little brother.”
I watched him leave the room, then turned to my brother-in-law and explained the situation without telling him who the men were.
When we had finished eating, and I was heading home, I felt better about the situation. Both men agreed that communication was the key. Be honest about my feelings and what my expectations were. It’s not a bad thing to be with a few partners while relationships are established.
I looked forward to establishing more with them both.