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through the thin olive-green cotton of the jock. He brought a hand up to cup and fondle Ben’s balls as he mouthed the head of his dick and Ben wondered how much more cotton could stretch. Then Thom was stroking Ben’s cock with one hand while the other hand moved the fabric of the jock to one side just enough to reveal his balls and Thom was licking them and sucking the loose skin of his sac.

Ben looked down to see Thom was hard, his own cock starting to dribble pre-cum. Ben reached for it, but Thom shifted out of his reach and straightened, tucking Ben back into the jock, but still stroking him.

“I wanna fuck you,” Thom said, his hands moving to roam frantically over Ben’s chest, then around to his bare buttocks, outlined by strips of elastic.

“Do you, sweetheart?” Ben asked, laughing a little as he buried his face in Thom’s hair. His man really was a horny drunk.

“Yeah,” Thom breathed, his hands now working their way into the lightly furred cleft between Ben’s buttocks. “Yeah.”

“All you have to do is ask, you know that.”

Thom giggled. “Please?” he whispered, as one of his questing fingers made contact with Ben’s hole and started to rub. “And can you leave the jock on?”

And that was how Ben found himself on all fours, wearing a jockstrap, while his normally shy and timid lover pounded into him like a man possessed. After Thom finally came, he pushed Ben down, rolled him over, pulled the jock to one side and practically swallowed him whole. In a matter of seconds, Ben was coming down Thom’s throat.

Ben woke at one point during the night to find he was still wearing the jockstrap. It had twisted to one side and his junk was hanging out. He pulled it off and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.

The next time he woke it was morning and he could hear Thom washing up in the bathroom. He watched his lover come out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and walk toward the bed. Thom froze, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor, and he flushed bright red. Curious, Ben looked down and saw the green jockstrap lying where he had thrown it during the night. Thom walked over and picked it up.

“I thought… kinda hoped… that was a dream.” He stood there, holding the jock up with two fingers. “I get a little… crazy… when I drink too much beer.”

“Lucky me,” Ben reached over to take his underwear and slip it back on. “And I learned two very important things last night.” He walked over to where he had tossed his jeans, making sure Thom got a good view as he bent over to pick them up.

“What’s that?”

“One, beer has magical properties and should be used sparingly.”

Thom snorted and went to his dresser for clean underwear. “And number two?”

“And two, I think I figured out what kind of porn you like to watch.”

Chapter 15

“I THINK it’s time to call Dean.” Thom took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a bandana.

“Dean?” Ben took a swig of water from his bottle but didn’t take his eyes off the horizon to the north.

“Vineyard master at Bend or Break. We need to harvest in the next few days, and he’ll send workers to help.”

Ben didn’t reply, and the silence was filled with the sound of cicadas. It was damn hot, and the air was heavy with humidity. Thom turned to follow Ben’s gaze and muttered a curse as he pulled his phone out.

“Dean, Thom Caldwell,” he said when the other man answered. “Listen, can you get a team over here this afternoon?”

“That’s kind of short notice, Thom.”

“Yeah, but it looks like we’ve got some weather headed this way. Have you seen anything in the forecast lately?”

“No, but let me check the satellite map.” Thom waited while Dean pulled up the latest forecast. “Shit.”

“What is it?”

“Huge band of heavy storms. Listen, my guys are almost done here. I can send you… four guys with the big truck. They’ll be there in about half-an-hour.”

“Okay. I think I can call in some extra hands to help out and we’ll get started.”

“What is it?” Ben asked when Thom ended the call.

“One sec,” Thom hit the quick dial button for Chuck and Lorraine’s house. “Lorraine? Listen, we’ve got kind of an emergency out here. Can you send some of the girls over? We need to start