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Authors: Ryan Field

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“C-call me E-ed,” he stammered.

 

And while Tucker continued to bark and howl at the front window, Jonathan’s

 

head went down between Ed’s legs and he pressed his lips to his crotch. He opened his

 

mouth and gently bit the soft, cushiony bulge protruding through the fabric. When he

 

closed his eyes and inhaled, Ed’s camouflage shorts smelled fresh and clean. He looked

 

up at Ed’s face for a moment to see his reaction. His head was back, his eyes were closed,

 

and his mouth was open. So he pulled down Ed’s zipper and reached inside his shorts.

 

When he pulled his penis through the opening of his boxer shorts, Ed spread his

 

legs wider and sat all the way back in the wing chair. His penis went from a semi-erection to a full erection in seconds. Jonathan held it in his palm and wrapped his lips around the

 

head for a minute, then placed both his hands on Ed’s thighs and swallowed the entire

 

thing. It was about seven inches in length, but it was thicker than most. Jonathan had to

 

open his mouth extra wide to take it all to the back of his throat. And when he pressed his

 

tongue against the bottom of the shaft and began to suck, his mouth was so filled with

 

flesh his cheeks barely indented at all.

 

But Ed’s unusual girth didn’t stop him from bobbing his head up and down as

 

fast as he could. He was forced to take short breaths through his nose; his face felt hot

 

and flushed. His hands went up under the camouflage shorts and he squeezed Ed’s hairy

 

thigh muscles hard. This was the first time in his life he’d ever felt such wild,

 

irrepressible rush of energy with another man.

 

Ed must have been feeling the same way, because he grabbed the sides of

 

Jonathan’s head and lifted his face. He stared at him for a second, then stood up from the

 

chair. When he pulled Jonathan up, he wrapped his arms around his body, and kissed him

 

on the mouth. His chest heaved; his thick tongue filled his mouth. Jonathan rested his

 

palms on Ed’s shoulders and leaned back in his arms. Ed stopped kissing and bit his chin,

 

then he went lower and started sucking his neck. Jonathan’s head went back and his

 

mouth fell open. Ed’s heavy beard sent shocks of pleasure from his toes to his eyelids. He

 

applied so much pressure to Jonathan’s neck, there were suction noises coming from the

 

sides of his mouth.

 

Jonathan finally reached down and wrapped his hand around Ed’s erection, then

 

he took a deep breath and whispered, “Don’t stop.” After that, everything happened fast. Ed took complete control. He reached down

 

to the chair for one of the lubricated condoms that had fallen out of Jonathan’s briefcase

 

and lowered him to Persian carpet on the living room floor. Then he pulled Jonathan’s

 

pants down to his ankles and rolled him over so he was face down. He pulled the cushion

 

from the white chair and shoved it under Jonathan’s stomach to lift his pelvis. It only

 

took seconds for him to remove the condom and cover his penis. He didn’t bother to

 

remove his camouflage shorts or his V-neck undershirt; he didn’t even take off his flip

 

flops.

 

When he climbed onto Jonathan’s back and pressed the tip of his erection to his

 

hole, Jonathan arched his back, stretched his left arm forward, and grabbed his own

 

erection with his right hand. There was a brief moment of initial pain; he grabbed a

 

handful of fringe on the carpet with his other hand and bit his bottom lip. But then Ed’s

 

penis slipped all the way into his body without a single hesitation or a moment of

 

awkward discomfort. There was a second of pain, but it didn’t last long.

 

Ed didn’t take his time. He bucked his hips so fast, Jonathan’s head wrenched up

 

and down. But surprisingly, Ed’s rhythm remained steady and even, and each time he

 

went deep he took a deep breath and grunted. His penis stroked Jonathan’s insides with

 

such rapid sensations Jonathan began to edge before he even realized it was happening.

 

A few minutes later, they both climaxed at the same time: Jonathan came on the

 

carpet and Ed filled the condom. Jonathan closed his eyes and his body went limp, then

 

Ed rested all his weight on his back and sighed.

 

Chapter Three

 

When Jonathan finally opened his eyes again, Tucker was staring at him from the

 

center hall. His large paws were crossed and his head tilted sideways. Jonathan winked at

 

him, because he couldn’t move. He was still pinned to the floor. Ed’s wide penis was still

 

deep in his body and his rough beard was resting on his shoulder. Tucker yawned and

 

Jonathan closed his eyes and smiled. This was the first time in his life anyone had ever

 

thrown him down on the floor and ravished his body.

 

And it was still too soon to wonder about whether or not he’d just made a colossal

 

mistake.

 

Then Ed pulled out and said, “I’ll be right back.” He just climbed off his back and

 

ambled out of the living room with the flip-flops clapping against the bottoms of his feet.

 

His dick was still hanging from his pants and the condom was attached to it. He left

 

Jonathan lying there face down with his pants around his ankles and his shirt above his

 

waist.

 

By the time he returned, Jonathan had pulled up his pants, placed the cushion

 

back on the chair and retrieved the contents of his briefcase. He was sitting on the edge of

 

the sofa, petting Tucker’s neck. He noticed Ed was carrying a roll of paper towels and a

 

bottle of spray cleaner. His dick was back in his shorts and his zipper was up. Jonathan

 

stared at the carpet and said, “I’m sorry I made a mess.”

 

Ed bent over to wipe the carpet and said, “I’m sorry I lost control like that. It’s not

 

like me. You’re a perfect stranger. I should know better.” “Ah well,” Jonathan said. “I was a little out of control, too. Besides, we won’t be

 

perfect strangers for long if you agree to sign the contracts and do the show.” He was still

 

smiling, and he was still experiencing post-orgasmic sensations between his legs. He’d

 

always been like that after good sex. He knew he’d feel Ed’s penis in his body for the

 

next few days.

 

Ed stood up and placed the towels and cleaner on the coffee table. He looked at

 

Jonathan’s neck and shook his head. “I’m sorry about the mark I left.”

 

After the way he’d sucked his neck, Jonathan also suspected there would be a

 

large bruise under his earlobe. But he didn’t mind. He smiled and said, “I’m okay.” Then

 

he pulled the contracts out of his briefcase and said, “Now, about the show. I think this

 

house would be perfect.” He thought about waiting to mention the show again, but then

 

decided to take an aggressive approach. He knew he it was a huge chance, but he never

 

expected Ed to turn on him with such venom.

 

Ed frowned. Then he ran his fingers through his hair and said, “If you think that

 

what just happened here between us is going to change my mind, you’re sadly mistaken.

 

This was nothing more than a quick release. I’m not interested. The last thing I need in

 

my life is to be on a television show.”

 

Jonathan’s eyes grew wide and he clenched his fists. It sounded as if Ed was

 

suggesting that he’d seduced him so he’d agree to do the show. “Hold on one minute,

 

buddy,” he said. “What just happened here between us has nothing to do with you being

 

on the show. Trust me, I don’t have to seduce men to get them on my show. They usually

 

have to seduce me. Besides,
you’re
the one who ripped off
my
pants, covered your

 

hungry dick with a rubber, and fucked
my
brains out.” “Well, baby, I didn’t force
you
to suck my hungry dick. And
you
certainly didn’t

 

put up much of a fight while I was fucking your brains out with that hungry dick.” His

 

voice dropped with a dark, sardonic pitch. His words were intended to hurt.

 

Jonathan stepped back and lowered his eyes to his shoes. Ed was mocking him,

 

and it felt like there was a huge pit in his stomach. “That was mean,” he said. “And if

 

your intention was to hurt my feelings and degrade me, congratulations, Dr. Richardson,

 

you’ve succeeded.” His voice was soft and he wouldn’t look at Ed’s face. “You know

 

damn well I didn’t plan to seduce you on purpose. I never mix work with pleasure.” Then

 

he grabbed the contracts and shoved them into his briefcase. He just wanted to get out of

 

there as fast as he could and never see Ed Richardson’s face again.

 

Ed smacked his forehead with the heel of his right hand. “Hold on, Jonathan,” he

 

shouted. “I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole sometimes. I know you didn’t

 

seduce me on purpose so I’d sign the contracts. I don’t know why I said that.” Then he

 

sat down on the wing chair, rested his elbows on his knees, and held his head in his hands.

 

Jonathan took a deep breath and stopped moving. When he saw the serious

 

expression on Ed’s face, the pit in his stomach disappeared and something tugged at his

 

heart. He knew Ed wasn’t a mean man. He was a man trying to heal, but not sure how to

 

go about doing it. So Jonathan stood there with his lips pressed together, holding the

 

briefcase. “Look,” he finally said, “I’ll admit I’m dying to get this house on the show and

 

my reasons are a little selfish. It’s perfect. But now that I’ve met you and Noah, I also

 

think doing the show would be the best thing for you both.”

 

Ed sat back, folded his hands on his lap, and smiled. He tilted his head sideways

 

and asked, “And how would doing the show be the best thing for us? I don’t even know what’s best for us. I moved all the way out here, and nothing’s changed. I sold a

 

wonderful home in Turtle Bay, rented out my summer house, closed my office, and left

 

my best friend in New York.”

 

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms wide. He wanted to hug him,

 

but knew it wouldn’t have been appropriate. “It would help you move on,” Jonathan said.

 

“You’ve obviously been through a rough time, which is understandable. But you’re stuck.

 

Noah’s very worried about you. He says you hardly ever sleep. And now that I’ve met

 

you both, even though I am total a stranger, I’m starting to worry about Noah. Kids are

 

supposed to have fun, not spend their childhoods worrying about whether or not their

 

parents sleep at night. The e-mail from Noah was a silent cry for help if I’ve ever seen

 

one.”

 

Tucker barked a few times and rubbed his head against Jonathan’s leg. But he was

 

staring at Ed.

 

Ed looked at him, rubbed his jaw, and said, “Sounds like Tucker agrees with

 

you.”

 

“I think it would be good for Noah,” Jonathan said. He meant it, too. He also

 

thought it would be the best thing for Ed, but he didn’t want to say it out loud and get him

 

mad again. Evidently, Ed was a man with a stubborn streak.

 

“Maybe you’re right,” Ed said, rubbing his jaw. “But if I do agree to do the show,

 

I think it’s important that we keep our relationship on a platonic level. I don’t want any

 

complications in my life. You’re a great-looking guy and all, and what happened here a

 

few minutes ago was outrageous, but the romance part of my life is over for good.” Jonathan laughed. “I couldn’t agree more,” he said, “because that’s the last thing I

 

need in my life.” He thought about Mike and shook his head. He was already involved in

 

one dysfunctional relationship; he didn’t need to take on Ed Richardson’s baggage, too.

 

“As far as I’m concerned, what happened between us tonight was a one-time thing, and it

 

won’t ever happen again.”

 

He’d meant it, too. But after Ed reluctantly signed the contracts and agreed to do

 

the show, Jonathan went back to the hotel and couldn’t stop thinking about what had

 

happened between them. Ed was right about the sex: it
had
been outrageous. But when

 

he’d left Ed’s house, Ed only shook his hand instead of kissing him goodbye.

 

He figured time and distance would help him forget. So Jonathan returned to New

 

York the next day and told his producer on Monday morning that Ed had signed the

 

contracts and that they would begin production in the Forest Hill section of San Francisco

 

at the end of the month. The producer patted his back and took him to an expensive

 

restaurant for lunch. He said he thought this season would be the best one they’ve ever

 

done.

 

But Jonathan couldn’t stop thinking about Ed’s sexy legs and his thick penis, no

 

matter how hard he tried. Ed wasn’t male model material, but there was something very

 

sexy about the sum of all his parts. His mouth was a little too wide, his ears stuck out

 

slightly, and his blond eyebrows were too thin. But he had a sexy, baseball-jock appeal
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