Chapter 2: Chapter 2

“Ubetchim,” Brad replied, borrowing the word he’d heard so often at home when Andy had asked David that same question.

Brad leaned in and kissed Hank. Stepping back, he let his gaze roam down the body of this man he loved. Hank was a big man, at least six foot four. His black hair and piercing blue eyes caused many a heart, both male and female, to skip a beat, especially when he smiled. Broad shouldered and narrow hipped, his muscular body, honed by many hours of working with horses, made Brad’s cock tingle with desire. Hank’s biceps were huge. He had a deep chest and rippled abs. The black hair pattern was perfect: thick across his pecs and tapering to a treasure trail that disappeared behind his silver championship buckle and into his jeans. Brad was well acquainted with where that trail ended. They had been together for five years and he was just as in awe of this man as the first time they had been together.

Brad was no slouch himself. Although a couple inches shorter than Hank, he had been a football player in college…at least until an injury sustained in a near-fatal car crash had ended his career. He had maintained his linebacker physique and still cut a fine figure with his well muscled body covered with fine, blond hair. His handsome boyish face, blue eyes and ready smile completed the picture. Together the men made a handsome looking couple.

Brad reached out and undid the silver show buckle, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. Brad reached inside and stroked the hard dick. As he did so, Hank pushed his jeans over his hips and let them drop to the floor. Brad continued to stroke him as Hank leaned forward and initiated a kiss. Wrapping his strong arms around Brad’s smooth back, he began probing Brad’s mouth with his tongue. As their tongues danced, Hank kneaded Brad’s ass cheeks. Catching the waistband of Brad’s briefs with his thumbs, Hank pulled them down. Running his hands over the smooth mounds of muscle, Hank guided his fingers into the deep crevice, pressing the tight pucker within.

“Shower?” Brad reminded, breathing hard. “Before I cum right here?”

Hank laughed. Brad loved his man’s laugh. It was deep and rich, seeming to resonate in Brad’s chest.

“Yeah, babe, shower.”

Two big men taking a shower in the Fleetwood was a challenge. Although the motor home was spacious as all get out…the bathroom was not designed with dual bathers in mind. Situated in the corner of the small room with its curved front, it offered a tight fit for Hank and Brad, not that they minded. After all, being as close together as possible was the goal. However, mutual washing was no easy task. Their bodies being in almost constant contact, most of the job was accomplished by soaping first and then turning around so their bodies slid by each other.

Once the washing had been completed, Hank held Brad and kissed him as the water from the overhead showerhead rinsed the soap down the drain. Brad turned and leaned against the wall. Hank covered him with his body, sensuously rubbing his muscular chest against Brad’s back, probing the man’s ass crevice with his thick, hard cock and reaching around to fondle Brad’s balls and his erect dick.

“You want it here, babe?” Hank asked, his voice husky with desire.

Brad nodded and gave a muted, “Uh huh,” turning his head, seeking Hank’s lips.

Hank laid his head on Brad’s shoulder, reached down and guided his cock into his partner’s waiting body; the combination of the warm shower and Brad’s desire for union made his entry easy.

Once inside, Hank held still for a few moments, both men relishing the feeling of union. Then, slowly at first, the undulations began. Hank stroked Brad’s cock in time to his rhythm. They had done this so many times before that Brad could readily time his climax to that of his partner. He relaxed into Hank’s control and sank into that state of other-consciousness where nothing mattered except their union and their love.

Brad knew his partner was close to climax; Hank was increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts. Brad heard Hank gasp, felt Hank’s teeth on his shoulder as well as Hank’s throbbing cock in his ass. Brad was pushed over the edge and coated the wall of the small shower stall with his cum.

They stood for a few more minutes just experiencing the afterglow of their mating. Hank slipped out. Brad turned to him and kissed him once more letting the warm water wash over their bodies.

Stepping out of the shower, they took turns drying each other and then walked to the bedroom.

The men lay on the queen bed, Hank on his back, Brad on his side next to him, bracing his head with his hand. Brad idly traced the hair on Hank’s chest, occasionally bending down to kiss his nipple

“I called home today,” Brad said.

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