“What?”
He smiles and reaches down, quickly snapping the sheet that’s covering my body so that I’m left exposed and grabs a thicker, fleece blanket from the foot of the bed before tugging me along with him.
“Let’s go.”
Over to the master bedroom closet I follow him, admiring the view of his toned butt cheeks and the way they move with every strong step. Once we’re inside he reaches overhead to tug on a single piece of rope that’s dangling from the ceiling. When he pulls on it, it opens up a rectangular cut out of the roof and an expandable ladder drops down.
“What’s this?”
He smiles, “Follow me.”
When we climb to the top, the entire flat, skyline of Golden Farm comes into view, stretching out all around us like a comforting blanket. It’s much cooler now, the sky a clear, November night full of stars that stretch on for miles.
Dallas tosses one sheet down to cover the roof top then pulls the fleece blanket over top his naked form and pats at the spot next to him.
“Your nipples are nice and pointy out here. Come here so I can suck on them the way I want to.”
I smile and sit down next to him, laying back on the sheet as he cocoons his warm body all around me while we stare up at the stars above us.
“I think I could lay with you forever while admiring this view.”
“I think I’d like that,” he responds.
His fingers gently flutter between my thighs as he presses them inside of me again. I can feel the slosh of his cum from before still there as he pumps in and out.
“Mmm…” he hums, “I like feeling myself dripping out of you like this.”
I roll towards him, flipping on top of him and straddling his hips then scooting downward until my mouth is hovering over the thick width of his crown. I know I can’t take him all, but I want to try. He leans up on his elbows, watching my tongue spike outand dip into the slit, tasting his saltiness.
"Fuck me..."
I drag my tongue underneath his full length before forming a seal over the top of his swollen head and then suck downward. I only make it about two inches before gagging and pulling back.
"You're doing so well, baby, try to swallow me in that pretty mouth," he murmurs, resting back and threading his fingers through my hair as I make another attempt, this time making it further.
"You can fit it all. You’re handling me so well. Hum one of your songs against my cock while you take me. I want to hear one you’ve written. Finish me off."
I move downward again, pumping with my fists on the part of his shaft that I can’t swallow while forcing my way further and humming one of my favorite songs. Tears prick at my eyes as I push through until I feel his cock stiffen and tense then jerk as he releases with a loud groan his hot come down my throat. I suck his shaft clean, swallowing until he softens in my mouth and lets out a loud sigh.
“Come here and let me hold you,” he reaches for my arms and pulls me onto his chest where he strokes my hair tenderly.
“What song was that?”
“One of the first songs I’ve ever written. It’s a song about a guy who broke my heart.”
“Better not have been me.”
I smile and shake my head. “Definitely not about you.”
“Did you ever write any songs about me?”
I have to think for a moment, but after running through my catalog I realize, I really hadn’t. “No, I think that would have been too painful to sing every night on tour. Giving the band a name that had to do with you was bad enough.”
He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, “I’m glad you didn’t write me any songs. I already feel like a dick for not responding to your last letters. I didn’t deserve a song.”
“Will you tell me about your time spent with the Marines?” I ask.
Two hours later, I feel like I’ve received a complete history of everything Dallas was up to during the eight years where we didn’t communicate. I’ve also shared a bit about my own journey—recording music, writing songs, attending award shows, and touring the world with my band.
