to appreciate the elegance of my home. I flipped off the light and walked back out of the bathroom. Crossing the room, I stopped beside my bed before stripping off my clothes and sliding onto clean sheets. I wouldn’t sleep all day but I had no reason to go out before dusk.
I rolled onto my side, running my hand along the empty space beside me. I was starting a new chapter of my very long life once again. Some men like me would claim that I was free once again. I’d once thought so too. Tonight, loneliness overwhelmed me and I wished for things I couldn’t ever have. I didn’t dream anymore but sometimes I let memories wash over me. I needed rest so I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling until my mind finally shut down and sleep swept me away.
Chapter Two
Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the editor:
“At the saloon last night, a customer asked me for a hamburger made of aspirin. I wasn’t sure he was serious since he’d been at the bar for the last two days and nights getting his drunk on. I just wanted to write and tell everyone that the bar doesn’t sell drugs in any shape or form.” Signed, “Just Say No.”
Romeo
I woke up with a raging hard-on and slid my hand into my boxer briefs, turning my head and glancing at the clock. It read 6:17 and I sighed. The sun wasn’t even up yet. I hadn’t slept all that well. It was too quiet. Once in the night I’d thought I’d heard the howling of wolves but as I finally drifted off, I’d realized that was crazy. There were no wolves in the California redwood forests. They preferred to make their homes up north in Oregon or Washington, places that got more snow.
I turned away from the clock and looked up at the ceiling, grabbing my thick shaft and giving it a few long, slow strokes as I pictured the last guy I’d fucked. The encounter had been months ago but the little bottom had cried out my name as I gave it to him hard, pounding into him and making him writhe on the bed like the greedy little bottom he was. The truth was, he’d wanted me the moment he’d spotted me in a club I used to frequent in LA. They all wanted me. Sometimes I invited the attention; most of the time, I didn’t. They all flocked to me anyway. Since true tops were unicorns in the gay world with a ratio of one top to every nine bottoms, I never went home alone.
Out here in the woods, things would be different. I was sure of it. I pictured the man’s mouth on me, the way he’d hollowed his cheeks and sucked me like a Hoover, all the while batting his lovely long lashes at me. When I’d pulled out and come all over his face, he’d shut his eyes but still managed to catch most of my load on his tongue. Still, I’d made sure to paint his smooth cheeks, lips, and chin until he’d glistened with creamy splashes of white spunk. I’d always thought facials were hot and my trick that night had endlessly whined as I’d cleaned him off with my tongue, begging me for my number even though I shut him down more than once. I never fucked the same guy twice.
I didn’t want to give anyone ideas of long-term. I shuddered at the very thought of it.
I tightened my fist and stroked harder, throwing back the covers and looking down at the weeping head of my dick. I brushed a calloused thumb over the slit and just that little bit of stimulation and thinking about the way that bottom’s lips had glistened with my come had me shooting high onto my chest. I grunted as I milked thick, creamy streamers that gathered into puddles between my cut abs. After I’d emptied my balls, I sighed deeply, blowing out a long breath, and feeling energized, ready to start the new job.
I reached for the old T-shirt I’d discarded in the middle of the night and wiped myself down from chin to groin before climbing out of bed. I padded across the cold hardwood floors to my bathroom with even colder tile and reached into the shower, turning it on to let it heat before walking over to the sink and staring at myself in the mirror.
At thirty-two, I looked