“How come you’re so nice to me?”he said, gazing down, his damp hair falling forward.He shook his head and showered me with water droplets.
His sudden move had surprised me, and I didn’t know what to say.I decided to go for humour.
“Because you have a great ass.Looks good with a tail in it.”
Puck grinned.“Most of these guys have nice asses.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
He raised his eyebrows.
I slid my hands along his sides and cupped the globes of his absolutely perfect behind.
“I only like this one.”
I lifted my hand and gave that ass cheek a firm slap that shoved Puck against me in a wonderful way and caused the muscle to jiggle.It also made his firming dick push against my stomach.His eyes fluttered shut for a second, and when they opened, the pupils had blown wide and dark.
“Oh, Oliver.You’ve started something now,” he said, his gaze floating over my face like he was trying to memorize it.
“Good,” I breathed, gazing up at him like he was the brightest star in the sky.His beauty was blinding.
“Fuck,” he cursed, then kissed me softly and moaned against my lips.
I encircled him with my arms and nudged his pretty mouth open so I could delve into his warm, wet depths, while my cock filled and strained against his thigh.I groaned and thrust against him.
“Oh,” I groaned.
“Nope.You can’t fuck me, Oliver.I’m too sore.”
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
He pulled back and lifted an eyebrow.“What?Why not?”
I laughed at his wounded expression.
“Because I love this.I could do this all night.”
I pressed against him again, and he shoved his cock against my hip, grinning.
“Yeah, okay.That’s true.”
“I don’t even want to come.I just want to feel this way forever,” I murmured, astonishingly content.
He kissed me again, and we lay together and made out like teenagers until the muggy heat and relentless mosquitos forced us into the water.
Finally, we headed for shore, got mostly dressed, and walked hand in hand back to the bunkhouse, where I kissed Puck good night and returned to my lonely room, floating on the oppressively humid air.
*
I SPOKE TOAdam about letting Puck use my room to call his friend, and Adam said that was fine.So, after Puck’s morning ponyboy session the next day, he met me on the porch and went to get his phone.
He checked his emails as soon as we got to my room.
“Oh.Elijah’s parents have brought him home.Maybe things are looking better,” Puck said.He flipped about on his phone for a few minutes, then asked if he could use my shower, since he’d only gotten a quick hose down in the grooming barn.
“Yeah, of course.”
I tried going over some of the images I’d posted to my computer while he was in there, but it was difficult to concentrate knowing that Puck was naked and soapy andright the fuck there.But I was an adult and didn’t act on my impulses.He probably needed to psyche himself up for this phone call.
