Chapter 10

Although far from hairless, Jon’s back was not nearly as heavily furred as his chest. Clay’s questing touches also revealed that, while the other man was big, there wasn’t an ounce of flab on his torso. And he radiated heat like an old-fashioned cast iron stove.

Finally, Jon made his way back to Clay’s face, and they shared a hot, wet kiss with lots of tongue. Clay wiggled, needing both to get out from beneath Jon’s imprisoning weight and also out of his jeans, which were now painfully tight across his rigid prick.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ve gotta get out of my Levi’s before I bust them open!”

Jon laughed again. “That’s one reason I wear pleated slacks, a little bit on the baggy side. Okay, it’s prob’ly about time we ditched the rest of our clothes anyway.”

They rolled apart just long enough to throw trousers and shorts clear. Then there was a lot more skin-to-skin, which felt ever so much better.