Silver Shorts

I know it's been a while,  but here is my Silver Short for this week.     I hope you like it

Silver Shorts week 23

Prompts:

"The whip paused before..."

Or

"One drop of blood fell..."

OR

"His/her fingers grasped his/her hair and..."

Or

"My mind needs a little BDSM treat, so please..."

“Let’s Get it On”  by Lily Sawyer

Archie Campbell knew he kept a lot of secrets from the people around him.  He worked for one of the biggest fortune 500 companies in Manhattan as a systems analyst by day, but once he clocked out he really let loose.

He used to make the rounds of all the gay bars, visiting the backrooms and alleyways, receiving many a quick blowjob from countless, nameless men. 

As much as he loved to party hearty, he could feel a change in the air; he wanted to do something different for his upcoming thirtieth birthday.     Hell, who was he kidding, he wanted to get down and dirty with his friend Charlie.   The same guy he’d been lusting after ever since he’d met him in college.  It was just by sheer luck that they ended up working at the same company.   Charlie was a project manager and sometimes their paths crossed at work.    But after work, they’d meet up at one of the far tamer gay establishments that Archie would visit on Friday nights.

Archie wasn’t good at the dating thing; he was good at the fucking thing.  He’d never been on a serious date since school; he was more interested in getting that diploma and a good paying job—relationships took a backseat to academics.

Archie bought Charlie a beer and they settled into a corner booth. 

“How was your day?” 

Archie was struck by what a typical couple question Charlie had asked him.  Well, he could dream about the man sitting across from him and how much he wanted him.

“It was pretty good. Sue from the accounting department needed me to do some work for her.”

“Work for her or do her?”

It was no secret Sue Mays was the office flirt, despite the fact she knew Archie was gay, she seemed to think she could make him switch teams.  

“She can try all she wants to, I’m not biting.”

“I can think of something I’d like you to bite.”   Charlie had a hungry look on his face that food couldn’t satisfy.

“Charlie, I wasn’t sure you were interested.”

“I guess I wasn’t putting out a strong signal.”   Charlie placed his hand over Archie’s.

“I guess I’ve been so wrapped up with work I didn’t get the memo.”  Archie could feel his heart fluttering and his cock twitching.

“I don’t live far from here. You want to come back to my place for a nightcap?”

Archie figured he must have paid the bill in record time.   Charlie’s place wasn’t far and he was glad they didn’t mince words.   Charlie got right down to business, or should he say right down to his birthday suit.    The man was built; Archie knew he went to the company gym, located in the basement of their building, but he never thought he was this ripped.  

“Do you need help with that?”  Charlie pointed at the bulge in Archie’s pants, the one that was rapidly growing and tenting his crotch. 

“Uh…” Archie’s had a brain freeze, and not the kind you get from eating something too cold.   He didn’t remember falling into Charlie’s bed, and yet here he lay on his back.  The sound of his zipper being pulled down and his pants being pulled down was all his addled brain could process.   Somehow he managed to toe off his shoes so Charlie could finish undressing him. 

Charlie was showing his many talents; his fingers grasped Archie’s hair and he brought their lips together in a sizzling kiss that made Archie’s toes curl. 

“Oh Charlie.” Archie felt their cocks rubbing together; all he wanted now was to feel that monster cock inside him.   He just couldn’t wait any longer.    “I need you inside me, now… please?”   Archie hated to beg, but in this case it was warranted. 

Charlie paused long enough to grab some lube and a condom from the bedside table drawer and prepared himself.   “You’re so tight.”

Archie heard him whisper as a lube-coated finger slid into his tight hole.  Then another one joined the first, preparing him for that huge cock.    “Come on, hurry. I want you inside me so badly, Charlie.”

“I’m coming, keep your shirt on. Oh right you don’t have a shirt on.  Well, just be patient, all good things come to those who wait.”

“Stop giving me quotes and give me the goods.” 

Archie got what he asked for.  Charlie’s cock slowly slid past his tight entrance and down into his dark canal.  It took a few minutes for him to get used to the fullness.   It had been a while since anyone had touched him this way in a long time.  

“You can move now.” Archie opened his eyes to see what Charlie was up to.  The man was watching him; he scanned him from head to toe.   Archie wrapped his legs around Charlie’s waist to encourage him.

The big man’s cock pushed deeply into him, on and on.  For Archie the sensation was like being on a rollercoaster ride.    They slowly climbed to the tippy top together and it was like a volcano had exploded.   

“Ah, oh so good, I’m going to come.”  Charlie exclaimed.    Archie was doing his impersonation of a fire hose, covering his and Charlie’s stomach with pearly white streams.

It took a while for some semblance of coherent thought to enter Archie’s brain.  When it did, he felt strong arms wrap around him.    He knew Charlie had cleaned him up.   Got rid of the used condom and came back with a washcloth.   And now here they were lying together in his bed.    He could easily settle down into this cocoon of warmth, but he had to know something first before he could get all comfy.  So he twisted around in the other man’s arms until they were face to face.

“This isn’t a one shot thing, is it?”  Archie didn’t believe in beating around the bush; he was a straightforward kind of guy.  The question didn’t seem to take Charlie off guard.

“No, it isn’t.  I intend to make you mine, that is if you’ll have me.”  Charlie caressed his face and hair and kissed him.

“Oh I’ll have you—I’ll have you until the end of time.

End

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Hello Everyone,

I wrote a Silver Shorts this week.    I hope you like it

Silver Shorts WK 15

Prompts

I/He/She felt the earth move...

OR

Everyone plays the fool sometime....

OR

...sitting home on a sofa on a saturday afternoon, and...

OR

His/her body swayed with the music, unable to resist the beat...

Riding the Rails-by Lily Sawyer

Charlie Porter loved riding the rails, ever since he was a little boy. He remembered the trips he and his parents made up to Rochester, New York, to visit his aunt and uncle.     Trains became so much a part of his life that, after school, he became an engineer on Amtrak.  It was a dream come true. Here he was, commanding this huge locomotive. 

Today was a special day. He was taking the New York to Toronto, Canada route.   He enjoyed the breathtaking scenery, and the short layover in Albany.    Once they got to the border the crew would change hands, and a Canadian team would come on board; the train would switch from being an Amtrak train to Via Rail, the Canadian company.  At that point, he’d do a layover somewhere in the area, sometimes in Buffalo.   He didn’t mind.   He could never see himself being in a stuffy office.   

“Can you cover for me, Max?” he asked his backup engineer. He and Max had known each other for years, and he was glad when they were assigned to the same train.

“Sure, Charlie. Go take a break.” 

Charlie walked down the narrow aisles. He’d gotten used to the way the train swayed back and forth; he didn’t have to hold onto the seats as much when he walked towards the café car. He got himself a cup of coffee and a slice of pizza and walked over to a booth.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked the handsome, dark-haired gentleman already sitting there.

“Of course not, please join me.”

Charlie carefully placed his tray on the table and slid in opposite the other man.

“I was wondering when you were taking your break, Charlie.   I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, Sam.” He reached under the table and squeezed Sam’s knee.

“Are you going to have a layover?”

“Yes, and I have a surprise. I’ve booked us a room in Toronto.  Please tell me you brought your passport.”   Charlie had hoped Sam would join him on this trip up North; they had a brownstone in Park Slope Brooklyn and led a happy, quiet life.   Sam had been a firefighter before he got injured on the job and retired.   He then decided to pursue a passion he’d always had—writing.    He started writing romance novels—gay romance novels.     He wasn’t sure about getting them published, but Charlie wouldn’t allow Sam to let his masterpieces just linger on the computer and collect dust, so to speak.  They researched some online publishers and decided on one that had a wonderful reputation and gave their authors a very generous royalty. 

“Does this answer your question?”  Sam waved his blue passport in Charlie’s face.

“Why, you!”  He gently kicked Sam’s shin.

“Ow,” Sam softly exclaimed. A wicked smile on his face, he raised his cup to take a sip of coffee.

Charlie slipped his shoe off and rubbed the area he’d just kicked in a soothing manner.

“Mmm, ha ha.”  Sam laughed.

 Charlie could feel his cock twitch, the way it always did when he saw Sam.  “When do you have to be back on duty?”

“In about fifteen minutes, why?”

“Oh nothing.” Sam looked out the window at the passing scenery. “You’ll have to excuse me. I have to use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Charlie exclaimed when he felt a squeeze on his thigh. He looked at Sam and noticed the mischievous wink, and a come hither nod of his head, and then he left.     He didn’t need any translation to know exactly what plan Sam had on his naughty mind.   Charlie waited a few minutes and then followed Sam. He looked around him and went into the bathroom that said ‘unoccupied.’     The space in a train bathroom was no bigger than that on airplanes.   Charlie shut the door and locked it. He turned around in the narrow space, only to be met by a pair of lips on his. 

“We don’t have much time.”  Charlie was already pulling Sam’s T-shirt off him. he felt Sam unzip his pants, and they were around his ankles before he knew it.

“I like quickies.”  Sam undid his own jeans and turned around in the narrow space until he was leaning against the sink.   “Come on, Charlie, I want you so bad.” 

Charlie moaned when he felt Sam reach around and grab his turgid cock.   They had long since passed the time when they needed a condom, but they’d have to have lube. Charlie spotted the soap dispenser and pushed the button.   He drizzled some on Sam’s pulsing hole and the rest was slathered onto his cock. 

“Ready?” 

“Hurry, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Charlie ended Sam’s agony by plunging in; Sam hung onto the edge of the sink by his fingers.  Charlie plowed into Sam’s canal, slow at first, then he picked up the tempo.   He felt the earth move… or was that the train?

“Yes, keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop.”  Sam tried not to get too loud; they didn’t want to attract the attention of the other passengers or the conductors.  It would not only be embarrassing, but Charlie could get into a heap of trouble.

“Come for me ,baby,” he whispered in Sam’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock and rubbed his thumb over the cockhead.    That undid his partner.   Sam’s anal muscles milked him and he came too.

They cleaned up as best they could in the narrow space.  “Who goes out first?”

“I better,” Charlie volunteered. “I have to get back to work.   How about I meet you on the platform at Union Station?”

“It’s a date.” 

Charlie kissed Sam and carefully opened the door. He saw the coast was clear and made his way back to the engine, and back to his post.  They had another four hours before they’d see the border, and then a few more before they made it to downtown Toronto.   Charlie couldn’t wait to show his man around.   This was certainly one ride neither of them was sure to forget.

End

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Hi Readers,

Well I did a Silver Short this week.   It's entitled  "Ticket to Ride."   

Ticket to Ride-by Lily Sawyer

I hadn't realized my driver's license expired officer...

or

Fingers grasped hair to...

OR

My mind needs a little BDSM treat...

or

I'm sorry to tell you this but...

Joe Miller loved his new Audi. He’d just become a partner in the prestigious law firm of Edelman, Goldstein, and Harper.  The Audi was his chance to celebrate in a big, expensive  way.

He wanted to see what this baby could do. Joe knew a road that went down to the beach. It was early March and there was hardly a soul down there.

So here he was in his blue Audi on the open road—oh, how his friends were going to be so jealous when they saw him. They’d made plans for later that night, to meet up at one of their favorite hangouts, a restaurant in town.

He shifted gears and put the pedal to the metal,   enjoying being out on the open road.   Not a care in the world.  His new baby had great pick up.  He hardly had to touch the gas and it took off like a shot.    He wished he could be on the autobahn, or out in Montana where there was nothing but open road,  but riding along Ocean Parkway was pretty good too.   Although he wished he had someone riding shotgun in the passenger seat to share all this with. 

The flash of a red light in the rear view mirror caught his eye,and the loud siren confirmed it.  The police apparently didn’t share his idea of having fun time. 

He safely pulled the car over to the shoulder and put it in park.  

He watched through his side-view mirror as the officer opened his car door and marched towards his car.  His heart started to beat like a jackhammer. He pressed the button to open the window. 

“Do you know how fast you were traveling?”  

“I’m sorry, officer…” He looked at the man’s nameplate.  “Wyatt.  I just got this car and the gas pedal’s so light, I didn’t realize I was speeding.”

“Driver’s license and registration, please.”

Shit, how was he going to get out of this ticket? He reached into his wallet and pulled out the asked for items.   “Here you go.”

The officer took them and walked back to his squad car.  Joe had never gotten a speeding ticket before, but then he’d never driven in a power car like this Audi before either.  It didn’t take long for officer Wyatt to come back.

“Your license is expired.”

“I hadn’t realized my driver’s license is expired, Officer.”

“I should have your car towed.”

“No, Officer.”

“Max.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Max.”

“Please, Officer Max, I just got made partner in a big law firm and the car was a gift to myself.  I swear I’ve never got any notice in the mail about the license. I—I just completely forgot.  I’m sorry. Please don’t take my car away… please.”   Joe was not the type to cry easily, especially not in public. 

“Easy, Mr. Miller.  Don’t get upset.”  Max put his hand on Joe’s hand, the one that had been resting on the car door.   Joe felt a squeeze and looked up at him. 

“I think we might be able to work something out.”

“Oh yeah?” Joe smiled up at the handsome, dark-haired man.

“Yeah, I’ve always wondered how big the backseat  is in one of these things.”

“Oh, I haven’t tried the backseat yet.”  Joe got out of the car. Max was a little taller then he was, but not by much.  He was 6’1 and Max must have been about 6’2. 

“What did you have I mind?” Joe asked him, but he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.   Max covered his mouth with his lips and kissed him.   “Officer?”

“I’m doing a search. I want to make sure you don’t have any lethal weapons on you.”   Officer Max made a thorough search; his fingers ran through his hair, then down his back.  Joe moaned when he felt his ass being squeezed.  The hands ran down his chest and he thought he was going to go out of his mind when they touched his cock.

“Is that a gun in there or are you happy to see me?”

Joe wasn’t sure if he moaned because Max used a lame old line or from excitement.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Max began the Miranda.

“You do realize you’re making it hard for me to do that? And I DO mean you’re making me hard.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m in control here.”

“Yes, Officer.”  Joe didn’t know how it happened—how he lost his clothes and found himself lying on his back in the rear seat. 

“Do you want me?” Max squeezed Joe’s balls.

“Yes, YES!”  A condom appeared as if by magic and Joe didn’t need any instructions.  He rolled it onto Max’s massive cock and helped him lube it up.  Looked like cops were prepared for any eventuality.

“Come on, do you need an invitation?”  Joe asked the gorgeous officer.  Joe pushed his dark hair off his eyes so he could see the other man.  First thing he was going to do was get a haircut. 

Max slid into Joe’s tight hole and waited a few moments before he started thrusting.   Joe loved to make love face to face, and Max was not disappointing him.   His cock was ready for action too. Max wrapped his hand around Joe’s cock and between the thrusting and rubbing he came.  Max came too.   Joe must have lost consciousness or something, because the next thing he knew he was in Max’s arms.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes, Max honey.  But couldn’t you have waited until I got home until I showed you my new car?”

“It wouldn’t have been as much fun as pretending to pull you over for speeding.  You had me when you almost cried when I pretended your license expired.”

“You know I’m too careful a driver to speed or let my paperwork expire.”

“Oh, I know that.  But I’ll find another reason to arrest you and strap you to our bed.”

“You promise, Officer Max?”

“You bet.”

They got dressed and kissed.  “See you tonight, honey?”  Joe asked his gorgeous police officer husband.

“Sure will.”  They kissed again and drove off.

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Silver Shorts 2

Prompts are-

"The box was still there..."
or
"We fell in love..."

OR

"You can only eat so much..."
or
"I cannot believe you..."

Special Packages

Rick loved his job; he got to drive around all over town, delivering packages and making people happy. It was about as close to being Santa Claus as you could get, only instead of driving a sleigh he drove a big brown truck with UPS emblazoned on the side.

There were some customers that were one shot deals and some, like the building he was pushing his hand truck into, that were daily visits.  Riverhead Imports was one of those, receiving shipments from Islip airport on Long Island, New York.

The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor. He traveled the familiar path toward the end of the hallway, stopping at the wooden door with the that sign stated that Riverhead Import offices lay inside. He pushed the door open and was greeted with a “Hi Rick,” from the sexy receptionist behind the front desk.   Clay Butterfield had caught his eye the first time he’d ever made a delivery to this office.  He had some amazing features:  dark hair, crystal blue eyes—the man was sex on a stick.  He should have been walking a runway ,not sitting behind some desk punching computer keys and answering phones.  But then Rick would have been deprived of his daily dose of eye candy, the one he looked forward to each day.

“Hey Clay, how are you?” Rick put the boxes near the front desk and handed Clay the electronic tablet to sign.

“I’m good.” The phone buzzed and he picked it up “The boss wants me.”

Rick’s heart raced in his chest as Clay came up close and personal and shoved something into his hand.

“I never thought a man in shorts could be a turn on. You’ve got sexy legs.”  And before Rick’s brain could process what just happened, Clay disappeared. Shorts were part of the typical UPS warm weather outfit.  He knew countless women and gay men checked him out, but knowing Clay was one of them made him tingle inside.  He didn’t look until he, and his hand truck, were in the elevator.    He finally opened up his hand and looked at what was written on the paper Clay had snuck into his palm—his phone number, with the words “call me”. 

He got into his truck and quickly transferred the number into his cell phone.

That evening he sat on his couch with his I-phone in his hand and Clay’s number staring at him.   “Come on, just hit send already!”  he yelled at himself.  He could be such a chicken, especially when it came to hot men.     Finally, he pressed the button and waited while it connected to Clay’s phone.

After the fourth ring, he started to wonder if Clay was really interested.

“Hey, Rick, I’m sorry I just got out of the shower.”

Rick’s cock twitched as the image of Clay dressed in nothing but a towel flew through his mind.

“Um… oh uh… yeah that’s okay, Clay.”  He fumbled around for things to say.  He was getting more and more nervous by the minute. 

“I was wondering if we could get together for dinner, I know this nice bistro, maybe I could swing by your place, say around seven?”

Rick thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. “I’d like that very much. Seven’s fine.”

“I’ll need your address.”

After Rick told Clay where he lived and they’d ended the call, all Rick could think about was what was he going to wear.   He didn’t go out on many dates, and not ones with classy guys like Clay.    He finally settled on black dress pants and a green, short-sleeved, dress shirt with a v-neck.

Rick lived in a townhouse community. The streets were laid out in a sort of maze; he hoped Clay didn’t get lost.   A knock on the door answered that question.  He broke out in a smile when he opened the door.   Clay was dressed in black, which made those blue eyes stand out even more.   He had an amazing body, one Rick wanted to explore as soon as possible.  He hoped Clay felt the same way.

“Come on in. I hope you didn’t have any problems finding the place.”

“No, and we have GPS to thank for that.”   He flashed that million-dollar smile that made Rick’s insides turn to Jello.  “Are you ready to leave?  I made a reservation.”

“Sure, I’m ready.”  He grabbed his jacket and locked up.

Clay drove a silver Kia that had all the bells and whistles.   The stereo had an incredible sound; he liked how the display gave the artist and the song’s name.

“I hope you don’t mind Lady Gaga.” 

“No, I like her songs.”

They drove to the restaurant and Clay gave his keys to the valet.   They made their way into the bistro and were seated at one of the outdoor tables behind the eatery.  “I hope you don’t mind eating alfresco.” 

“No, no.  I like it a lot,”   Rick commented as he took in the view of the water. He wasn’t much of a city person—he wouldn’t need the fingers on both hands to count the times he’d been into Manhattan.

The sommelier came by with a bottle of Chardonnay that Clay had ordered soon after they’d sat down, and presented it to Clay.   He took a sip of wine and nodded his approval.  Rick was given an appropriate serving, which he sipped.  “Mm, tasty.”

“I hope you didn’t mind that I took the liberty of ordering the wine?”

“No, I like a man who takes charge.”

“Really? Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind.”  Clay smiled seductively.   Rick had been able to keep his cock under control—until now.   He was anxious to get him back home and see what Clay had up his sleeve.

They dined on seafood: Rick had a fisherman’s platter, and Clay had rock lobster and steak. 

“Would you like to see our dessert menu?” the waiter enquired, after taking their empty plates away.

“Oh gosh, no,”  Rick said.  Clay looked at him. “You can only eat so much. I do have to watch my figure after all.  Can’t be getting fat. I wouldn’t be able to fit into those shorts you like so much.”

“Good thinking, but you know what?”  Clay leaned forward and locked gazes with Rick. “Right now I’m thinking of how to get you out of your clothes.”

“Come on, let’s go.”  Rick abruptly stood up. 

“Wait, I’ve got to pay the check.”

“Oh yeah.” Rick was so anxious to get out of there, he forgot about that formality.  He reached into his wallet for his credit card.

“You put that away, this is my treat.”

“But…”

“No buts, my treat.”  He called over the waiter, who quickly put together their bill.   Clay signed the credit card receipt and they were on their way.

Rick gave Clay a quick tour of his place, but the room they were really interested in was the bedroom.  

“You’ve got a nice place here, Rick.  Especially your bedroom.”  

Rick did have a nice bedroom. He’d had it remodeled not too long ago: new wooden floors, new paint, and a new king-sized bed he couldn’t wait to try out with Clay.

“Thanks, I think you’ll really like this.”  Rick pulled off his shirt and fell back onto the bed.

“You like?” Rick asked.  He leaned back on his elbows, showing off his naked chest to a hungry Clay.

“Yeah, oh yeah!” Clay crawled onto the bed until he was right over Rick. “Yummy.” he leaned down and planted a kiss on Rick’s lips.

“I’ve been hoping to get you here, like this,” Rick confessed.

“Oh yeah?”  Clay said, between lavishing kisses on Rick’s neck; without looking up he attacked his nipples, lapping and sucking on them. 

“I thought it was just a fantasy, that it was never going to happen.”

“And I never thought I’d get a UPS man in bed either.  So it looks like both our dreams have come true,”   Clay said between his kissing journey down Rick’s chest andstomach and pulling Rick’s pants off to reveal the big prize that stood at attention between Rick’s thighs.

“Mm, tasty.”  Clay licked the white droplet at the top of the plump cockhead.

“Wait, I didn’t get dessert yet. “ Rick watched Clay strip naked for him and sat on the bed in the six-nine position. 

“Okay, here.  I’m tired of your whining,”  he teased. 

“We’ll find out who’s  going to be whining…or should I say moaning.”

Both men got to work, sucking each other off.  It was moments like this that Rick was glad he’d read that book, “The Joys of Gay Sex.”   He put the chapter on blowjobs to good use.   He licked Clay’s large balls and sucked on them.   Then ran his tongue up the huge cock up to the top and wrapped his mouth around the plump head. 

Moans filled the room until both men came.

“Oh boy,”  Clay whispered.

“Wow,” Rick managed to mumble.  “If this is a dream, I don’t want to ever wake up.”

“Mm, me neither.  Will you be by the office tomorrow?”

“You’re not staying?” Rick hoped this was not a one-time thing.

“I’ll stay if you want me to,” Clay assured him.  “I was thinking of quitting until you showed up.”

“Really?  I had no idea.  I do make daily deliveries to other companies you know.  I could let you know who they are, if you want to change jobs.”

“No, I think I’ll stay there for a while.  And here too.”   Clay swept his arm to encompass the bedroom, then wrapped it around Rick’s shoulders and hugged and kissed him.   They held each other and fell asleep.

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Silver Short

Prompt - "This closet aint big enough for the both of us..."

Built on Love-by Lily Sawyer

Hal Lender wasn’t a nine to five, stuck behind a desk kind of guy; he loved working with his hands. Which was why going into the construction business was the smartest decision he’d ever made.

“Hal did we get the flooring delivery yet?”

That voice was the most wonderful sound Hal had ever heard, and it belonged to his best friend, Ryder Jones. They met in high school and became instant friends.  They both tried out for the football team and congratulated each other on the back when they made it.    Ryder was taller and more built than he was; maybe that was why they made him a wide receiver.   Hal was a tight end; he didn’t care what position he played, he was just happy to be on the team with his best friend.  The same friend who became a whole lot more when they got accepted into the same college, UCLA paid for by their football scholarships.    They were both hoping to end up in the pros, but it’s funny how things can change in a matter of minutes.  It was the last play of the last game in their junior year when a tackle from behind sent Ryder falling to the ground.  His knee was injured, sure they repaired it but it meant he was forced out of football for good.   Hal tried his best to carry on, but his heart wasn’t in it anymore.  

They did everything together and after Ryder quit football they sat down in their dorm and made some major life decisions.   Ryder’s father owned a construction company and after graduation he and Hal went to work for him. 

“It just came in this morning,” Hal answered the man who had become the love his life.   They did a little fooling around in college, well once they figured out that was how things were going to go for the two of them.  You just never know when love is going to hit you, and Hal never thought he’d fall in love with his best friend, or visa versa.   Having the full support of their friends at school certainly made things a lot easier during those four years.  

Tell their families was another matter, they were both scared shitless.   He and Ryder were both stunned when their families didn’t even blink and eye; in fact Hal’s mother was wondering what took them so long to say anything. 

Ryder’s father was proud of his son, it didn’t matter to him that he was gay.   Moe Jones couldn’t think of anyone he’d be more happy to see take over his construction business than Ryder.   So this is how one Hal Lender found himself working as manager of Ryder construction and Ryder was now head of the company.   His father retired about a year ago and gave over the keys to his son. 

“Hey Ryder?”  Hal looked up from the paperwork he’d been filling out on the newly installed granite island in the kitchen.   The rest of the workers were on their lunch break.  They’d been working on one of the ranch style homes in this new development in Santa Barbara for months.   They celebrated big time when this contract crossed Ryder’s desk.   It meant big bucks for the company and Hal showed Ryder just how happy he was when they made it to their bedroom that night.   Hal had picked up the “Kama Sutra for Gays” book and couldn’t wait to show Ryder some new moves.    His lover’s moans of delight and squirming body were all the evidence Hal needed to know he was taking Ryder up to the summit of their mountain of love.  “Ryder?”   Where did his man get off to, he sure could pull a disappearing act at the oddest times, he needed him to sign this requisition form for more drywall.

“I’m back here.”  There was that voice again, it didn’t matter to Hal that Ryder wasn’t trying to be sexy, pretty much everything that man did was sexy to Hal.   Hal followed the voice to the finished master bedroom.   It was a spacious room with tray ceilings and a bay window that looked out to a big backyard.   There was an ensuite bathroom.    The sounds of a power screwdriver caught his attention and he finally found his man.  He snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Ryder.   His lips kissed the back of Ryder’s sweaty neck.

“This closet ain’t big enough for the both of us.”  Ryder whispered in a husky voice, Hal knew he was turning him on with his amorous moves.

“Nonsense, it’s a walk in closet. Plenty of room for us and then some.”

“I don’t want the ‘then some.’   I only want you, Hal.”  Ryder had turned around and put the screwdriver down on the shelf he’d finished installing.   They wrapped their arms around each other and their lips met.  “We really don’t have time for this, the guys will be back from lunch any minute.”

“Did that ever stop us before?” Hal knew he was being unprofessional, but when he was this close to Ryder the head down below did all the talking.  “Come on, baby, we can do a quickie in the closet.”

“Hal,” Ryder’s fingers were combing through Hal’s dark hair, the tall, blond former wide receiver was putty in his hands.

“Just to let you know I finished my book, I think I’ll practice chapter twelve on you.”  Hal slowly unzipped Ryder’s jeans and pulled open the material, his hand snaked inside his boxers and pulled out the large cock that was already dripping wet.  “We can’t let you go back to work like this, Ryder.”   Hal dropped down in front in worship of Ryder’s burgeoning member; he never could get enough of this man and probably never would.   He’d never miss an opportunity, like this one, to show this man how much he loved him.  He started off by licking Ryder’s cock like a popsicle, pearl white droplets drizzled down the shaft and into Hal’s hungry mouth.  By the time Hal pulled the cock into his mouth Ryder was a quivering mess, leaning up against the closet wall for support.  The blond’s fingers were bunched up in his hair giving him hard pulls, a sign to Hal that he was very close to coming.   Hal bobbed his head up and down and his tongue lapped at the slit on top of Ryder’s cock until…. “HAL, uhhhh.”  The sound echoed in the room.   Hal helped Ryder to the floor and he rested against Ryder’s lap, their arms intertwined like the vines on a tree. They needed a few minutes to gather their strength. 

“What about you, Hal?”  Ever the concerned, unselfish, lover, Ryder wanted to make sure he was taken care of.

“I took care of it.”  Hal’s cock lay spent against his open fly, evidence that Ryder wasn’t the only one receiving pleasure. 

“Next time I take care of you, okay?” Ryder kissed him.

“Okay lover.”  They continued to lie there, then put themselves back together.  Just in time for their worker’s return.   “Do you want to come out of the closet now?” Hal joked.

“Baby I think we came out a long time ago.” Ryder said.

“We sure did, I do have one question though.” Hal was always a spur of the moment kind of guy, one that said what was on his mind.

“What?”

“Do you want to get married?”

Hal didn’t know if he should laugh or be concerned at the open-mouthed expression on Ryder’s face.