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“Cheat!” I barked with a smile, closing my car door.

He laughed as he pressed my body against the car door, arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his strong hold. “Take that back…I am not a cheat. I can be devious, but I never cheat,” he said with no hostility. His sudden boldness made my dick come to attention, and I felt his hard member against my growing one as I pushed up into him.

I started to say something, but his lips smothered the snarky apology I was going to make. He spread his legs and bent his knees to frot his hard cock against mine, making me whimper. Jonesy was a good three inches taller than me, and he’d grabbed the nape of my neck to tilt my head up to kiss me. His lips were soft and full, and his tongue felt like silk as it ran over mine.

“Let’s get inside. I don’t need the neighbors seeing us making out in my garage,” I said as I drew back. He kissed my nose before withdrawing, bringing his hand from my neck to rest against my jaw.

“I’ve missed you,” he replied, taking my hand. I led us to the door into the house and hit the button on the wall to close the garage. A mild beeping could be heard once we entered, and I put in the code to turn off the alarm. I flicked on the lights under the kitchen cabinets. Enough light to see by, but not bright enough to spoil the mood we’d started in the garage.

Jonesy loved to corner me, and I was more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted. He pressed me into the granite countertop just like he’d pressed me against my car. I ran my hands under his sports coat and caught a finger on his gun holster. It didn’t deter me. Moving them higher, I slipped off his jacket, which he let drop to the floor, making me snicker.

“I don’t think you want that to get dirty and wrinkled,” I said before he kissed me again.

“It’s what dry cleaning is for,” he replied as he turned my head to the side with a gentle grasp under my chin. Lips brushed my pulse point, making my breath hitch as he nibbled up to my earlobe and sucked on it, making me shiver.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I said hurriedly.

He released his body from mine, and I immediately regretted the loss of his weight and body heat. I took his hand in mine when he picked up his jacket, and we weaved our way through the maze of furniture and down the hall to my large master suite. When it got dark enough, the sensors along the bottom of the king-size platform bed automatically activated the accent lighting. The soft white glow, like the under-cabinet lighting in the kitchen, illuminated the room just enough to guide us to the bed.

Jonesy slipped his firearm holster off his shoulders and set it in the chair in the corner of the room, along with his jacket. As I watched him, I pulled my shirt out of my pants.

“No…let me,” he said, placing his hands on my hips. He curled his fingers around the fabric at my waist and slowly pulled the bottom of my button-down out of my slacks.

His eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up. Slipping his hands under the front of my shirt, I felt his warm palms slide up over my chest, brushing my nipples and making me moan. My dick was so hard it hurt.

My shirt fell away as he pushed the sleeves down. His mouth caught my left nipple, and he sucked, licked, and grazed his teeth against it. I shuddered; he knew my nipples were hard-wired to my cock; so sensitive I could almost make myself come by playing with them.

“I love it when I play with your nips, and you squirm for me,” he said, before kissing my collarbone. “Are you leaking for me yet?” He lightly ran his hands up and down my defined triceps, giving me goosebumps.

“Uh-huh,” was all I got out before he rubbed a hand down my stiff shaft over my pants. “Oh, fuck,” I hissed, feeling dizzy enough to grab his arms to steady myself.

“Use your hand to feel what you’re doing to me…how you excite me,” he said, not demanding but making sure I’d do what he said.

Jonesy wasn’t small, measuring almost nine inches hard, and as I rubbed my hand over his arousal, I heard the hunger I’d seen earlier turn into a low growl. He pressed his body against me, and his mouth covered mine again. It was feral and sloppy. I knew what he wanted, and I planned to give him all of me.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I unbuttoned my slacks and pulled down the zipper. He did the same. I reached over to feel his length again, and the front of his boxer briefs was soaked with pre-cum. I slipped two fingers into his waistband, pulling it down. His cock sprang free, and I grabbed the base, feeling the smooth, hairless skin. He kept himself shaved most of the time, which I was a big fan of. Most men didn’t do that, of course, but with Jonesy being a drag queen, it made it much easier to tuck and tape comfortably, and the illusion of a flat pubic area was a must in the drag world. It amazed me how skillfully he could tuck himself away, being so large, to become Onyx Storm.

I wasted no time shucking the rest of my clothes; climbing onto the bed and watching him take off his tie and shirt, only to drop them on the floor. As I lay there, I took in the mountain of a man, his chocolate skin glowing from the soft lighting beneath the bed. The only tattoo he had was his badge number, eighteen forty-seven, branded above his left nipple. I wondered if that was even a good year. He stood over me, stroking himself as his eyes wandered up and down my body. I was so fucking turned on that I grabbed his wrist and pulled him down on top of me.

He ground his hips against mine, our cocks sliding back and forth, making a slick mess with our pre-cum. His hairless body felt smooth as silk, and I couldn’t wait to get him inside me so I could watch his length pump in and out of me. I placed both my hands on either side of his face. “I fucking love you,” I said, staring into his eyes, meaning every word.

“I love you, too, baby,” he replied without hesitation, his voice low, deep, and sincere. I cherished the moments when we were together like that, when all the pretense and paranoia about showing affection in public vanished in our safe space. It was like an aphrodisiac to my ears, and I wished we could be that open with our feelings all the time. I knew it would be easier for me, and I hoped someday my wish would come true.

“I need you inside me,” I said through gritted teeth. “Like, now!”

Jonesy chuckled and did a push-up over me, his eyes locked on mine, his cock bouncing at full attention. “How badly do you want it?” he asked, hoping I would beg.

“Bad, really bad,” I replied, running my hands over his smooth, muscular shoulders.

He moved over me to reach the drawer of the nightstand where I kept the lube. As he did, I brought my hands down his chest to his abs. He didn’t have a defined six-pack, but his lean, muscular body was a cut above the average fifty-year-old. His erection pointed straight at me like a torpedo. I took a deep breath, knowing his size was a challenge. But the way he took his time for me to accept his girth had made me loosen up quickly when he’d fucked me in the past.

After grabbing the bottle of lube, he sat back on his heels. “Bring your knees up, babe,” he instructed, scooting his thighs closer to mine. He popped the top off the bottle and poured some of the slick gel into his hand. I watched him wrap his lube-covered palm around his cock and slick himself up, moaning at the sensation.

I’d become so anxious watching him pleasure himself that I reached down and spread my cheeks to give him easy access to the view.

“Aww, fuck,” he said, staring at my hole. “I could come just looking at the show you’re giving me. I’m so close right now.”

“Don’t you dare. I want that hot load deep inside me.”