Kendall
DIGGING MY TEETH into my bottom lip, I let out a pleasured groan as my balls drew up into the base of my shaft.
Forcing myself to let go of my dick to stave off the impending orgasm, I let my head fall to the side on my mountain of cushy, silk-covered pillows.
Thinking about Rhys was going to make me come way too fast.
How was he still so hot? It felt impossible and maybe even illegal somehow, that he’d return after so long only to come back even fucking better than before.
In all honesty, I’d kind of stalked his wife on social media a couple times after they’d gotten married, just to get a peek at how his life was going.
The pictures hadn’t done him justice. And at any rate, she’d barely posted anything about him for the last few years.
I guess I knew why now. She’d been messing around with some other guy.
So ungrateful. If I’d been blessed with the good fortune of having Rhys fucking Kensington pledge his heart and loyalty to me, the jaws of life couldn’t have pried me off his cock.
His shoulders were just a touch more broad, his voice just a little deeper. The strong bones in his face were slightly more pronounced, intensifying that classically handsome look he’d always sported. His jawline was so sharp, I wanted to run my tongue over it while I bounced on his lap.
And those dark, thick-rimmed glasses. Ugh. Those were new. He looked like a smoking hot professor. I wanted to suck him off under a desk for the promise of good grades. Actually, I wanted to suck him off anywhere for any or no reason.
It had only been, like, maybe six hours since I’d stuck the suction cup of one of my dildos to the shower wall and imagined Rhys bending me over and stuffing me full of his cock.
But I’d basically been in a state of dire horniness for days, ever since the night of his little welcome home dinner.
Sure, I’d had an obsessive crush on the guy for basically all my formative years but…
I hadn’t actually expected all those feelings to come rushing back and crash over me like a hormonal tidal wave composed of glittery hearts and teenage pining.
Hoping I’d let enough time pass that I wouldn’t blow my load the second I started stroking again, I slipped my fingers back around my shaft, slowly teasing myself up to my swollen head.
The precum I’d leaked out mixed with the lube I’d slicked up my hand with, the perfect slippery glide making my eyes roll back as I moaned.
One of the many advantages to not having any roommates; I didn’t have to stifle my noises when I was in the mood to be loud.
Anyway, it was good for me to try and get as much of it out of my system as I could, since we’d all be packing into the SUV and heading out to the river in the morning.
The last thing I needed was to have to try and hide my boners all week while he waltzed around in his summer clothes.
If he went swimming with us, I was definitely going to lose it.
The memory of his carved abs from way back then had stayed permanently imprinted in my spank bank, and the idea he’d give me some new material was way too exciting.
Would it be in poor decorum to pack a dildo on a family vacation?
When the fantasy of rolling around with Rhys in the cool, sparkling river water, his perfectly defined muscles glimmering wetly in the sun became too much for me, I let myself go.
Crying out, my hips pushed up into my fist as I pumped myself frantically now, sighing in relief as my cum splashed up onto my navel.
My orgasm roared through me, my balls aching with each hot pulse as my hand drew it out.
When it was over, I went limp on my soft blankets, letting my hand rest on my sticky, cum-dotted torso.
After I’d caught my breath and the dopamine had flowed through my veins, I forced myself up and into my bathroom so I could lazily wipe off.
I’d take a shower in the morning before I headed over to the Kensington abode.
As I went through the ritual of making sure all my lights were off before collapsing into bed, I reflected one last time on the checklist I’d completed to allow myself to go on vacation.
I’d shipped out my last pending pastry order, and I’d put a temporary hold on my online store.
I tended to do specific and limited releases anyway, first come first serve, since I had to be very intentional with what my tiny kitchen could handle.
I could be a little more flexible with local orders, but it still wasn’t great.
I didn’t even have the necessary space and equipment to meet special dietary needs like gluten-free.
It would have been nice to be able to branch out and do more with the internet fame I was lucky enough to have a little slice of for the moment, but I just wasn’t in that position. I could afford a bigger place if I gave in and agreed to live with a roommate, but… Ugh. No.
That was just what I needed in my life. Someone to complain about my weird working hours when I had to stay up baking and editing videos, or make fun of me for recording the same lines over and over until they sounded perfect for a clip.
Or bitch about how my various shades of hair dye over the years had stained the bathtub into a rainbow murder scene.
Which, by the way, was totally coming out of my deposit when I finally decided to leave this place.
No. I’d had enough conflict and tension and drama in my nightmare of a childhood home.
I couldn’t go back to that. My apartment, as tiny as it was, was my peaceful sanctuary.
I wouldn’t give up my peace for anyone or anything.
Actually meeting someone, dating, and eventually getting a place together would be another story.
I was open to it, but… I didn’t exactly have the most storied and illustrious history with relationships.
It was hard enough being gay anywhere, but I was literally the only openly queer guy in the whole fucking town of Cherryvale.
I’d done my fair share of dating with guys from surrounding cities but it had never quite been the fairytale love story I’d hoped for.
It wasn’t really their fault they were never exactly what I was looking for, but it also wasn’t my fault I wasn’t willing to settle.
Which, of course, circled my thoughts right back to Rhys.
I’d have given anything for a guy like him.
No, not a guy like him. I wanted him. I always had.
But I was long used to the heartache of pointlessly pining over a guy who was not only totally straight but also my best friend’s brother, so it wouldn’t be that bad.
I wouldn’t avoid him for the sake of selfishly sparing my own feelings.
He needed all the friends he could get at the moment, so the least I could do for him was that.
THE DRIVE OUT to the cabin was easy and fun, like always.
We all played road games and pointed out interesting landmarks between stories.
I noticed Rhys was quiet a lot, mostly because I couldn’t help but be hyper-focused on him anytime he was in my presence, but I didn’t blame him.
I’d have been quiet and cranky too, if I’d gotten cheated on and then fired by the guy my spouse had cheated on me with.
It seemed unfair that all that had happened to someone like him.
Like suddenly being insanely hot and talented and smart and cool wasn’t enough anymore.
If only he’d married me instead of going away to college and meeting some girl.
She’d probably only liked him because he’d been on track to be an NFL star.
And then once that had fallen through, she’d already started making other plans. Poor baby.
When we got to the cabin, I was overtaken by a familiar sense of wistful gratitude.
These people who’d never had any true responsibility to take care of me or give me a place to stay when I was hiding out from my biological parents, had never made me feel awkward or strange or like I was in the way.
They’d never made me feel like I wasn’t a real part of the family, letting me and even encouraging me to call them Mom and Dad.
Without them and without Benji, I didn’t have a clue what my life would have turned out like.
The process of going through and opening up the windows and doors of the cabin to air out any mustiness was familiar and comforting.
It was a really well-built place, with polished wood floors and a big wraparound porch perfect for lounging in.
It was right on the river, so you could walk off the porch, down the steps and onto the floating deck. I loved it.
“I didn’t think to bring my tools, but if you remind me next time I come, I can fix that cabinet door for you,” Rhys commented as he went through his little tour, ending up in the kitchen.
His dark hair was kind of mussed, like he hadn’t bothered with it after rolling out of bed, but it somehow didn’t look unkempt.
Just effortlessly casual. I wanted to climb him like a tree and run my hands through it.
“You? Really?” Mom asked in surprise. It wouldn’t close all the way, always blocked by a slight overhang with the cabinet box.
“Yeah, really,” he said, leaning a hip onto the island in the center of the room.
My eyes dipped down to it, then drifted over to his muscular ass.
His jeans were old and wearing thin in some spots, hugging his body in all the right places.
“Just need to loosen the screw at the back of the hinge and get it flush with the frame. Simple.”
“Well, I think we probably have a screwdriver around here somewhere,” Dad mused, wandering off to presumably locate said screwdriver.
“You’re so handy,” I commented, hoping no one had noticed how long I’d stared at his perfectly sculpted ass in those really worn-in jeans. I wished I could bite into it.