Christmas Tales - Brandon Witt Page 0,26
join the others.” I paused, one arm in the jacket. “Actually, I should probably build another coop. We can put the Black Swedes and the White Hollands together, but I don’t want them to crossbreed with the other chickens and turkeys. I’ve been wanting to get heat to all the coops. We could start with the new one. We can really go all out. In fact we could—” I broke off at Raymond’s expression. “What?”
He smiled and sounded a bit amazed. “You’re saying we. That we’re going to do all those things.”
Oh shit. I was. “Uhm, sorry. I guess I got ahead—”
“No. I like it. We. We’ll make them a new coop.”
We stared at each other across the room to the sound of happy chirping. We stared at each other, already settling into a new way of existing. “You know, I was about to say, with the heat, maybe you could help me make them off grid. Like you say, so the government doesn’t know what the chickens are up to.”
He laughed. A beautiful, cheerful sound. “Yeah, I think that would be best.”
Six
Raymond’s erection lived up to its dangling promise. I stared at it from where I sat on the edge of the bed as he approached from across the room. “It’s been a while. I can’t guarantee I can take all of… that this evening. Might have to work up to it.”
He laughed and grabbed my dick when he got to the bed. “You’re no small fry either, and that’s some goal I have no problem spending time working our way up to. Besides, who said I have to be in you tonight? I can take it just as good as I can give it.”
For some reason, I’d not pictured Raymond as a guy who would bottom. Though I wasn’t really sure why. It was rare that I played the top role, and while it sounded exciting, I felt a momentary sense of loss at the thought. I wanted to feel him inside of me. To feel him move in his own rhythm as my hands clenched his chest hair. To watch his face above me, see if he kept that teasing, sexy smile the whole time or it if would give way to something more primal. To be assured by the very physical act that I was not just one man.
Raymond must have been able to read my expression in the dim light. “Or, we’ll take our time.” He squeezed my dick. “This monster will most definitely be inside of me tomorrow. But, tonight, if the other is what you want….”
“It is.” I looked him full in the face. No more games, real or otherwise. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want your body over me. I want to watch your face as you come.”
His eyes grew wide for a second, probably taken aback by my boldness, and then they grew heated. “We can do that. All of that.” He bent down and kissed me, gave my dick a final squeeze, and then lifted his hand, cupping the back of my head.
I didn’t even try to hold back the sigh that escaped.
After a bit, at his nudging, I scooted back on the bed. He followed, crawling over me as I lay down. For a second I nearly asked permission, then didn’t. I reached up, sinking both of my hands into the thick mass of silver hair over his chest. He shivered. I gave a little tug, and he let out a groan.
Kneeling over me, he began exploring my body, running his hands over my chest and shoulders, then down my arms. “You’re even more muscly than I thought. You have the body of a forty-eight-year-old.”
I could tell he was teasing, kinda. “Good thing I’m a spry fifty-six, huh? And muscles come from life on a farm, even if the middle of it was in the city. The cattle keep me healthy. The birds keep me happy.” From downstairs as if on cue, a soft chirp sounded.
Raymond grinned. “Well, I’m glad you have more of them to keep you happy, but I’m going to do my best to give them a run for their money in the happy department.” He trailed his fingers down my stomach and gripped my dick once more. “Speaking of….” He shifted down the bed, intentionally letting his dick and low-hanging testicles scrape against my leg as he moved. He gave me another grin and then lowered his head, taking me into