“Yes, harder, faster,” Bernard said.
“I’m going to come,” Rory said.
“Shoot that load, baby.”
Rory shot his load. His cock pulsed with each spurt. He filled the condom.
“Keep going,” Bernard said.
Rory continued to pump, still hard. Bernard’s hand quickened on his cock. Rory watched as he convulsed. Bernard was about to come, and he couldn’t wait to see him shoot.
“Fuck!” Bernard shot a load. It sprayed onto his belly.
Rory slid his cock out and collapsed next to Bernard.
“That was hot,” Rory said.
“That was amazing.” Bernard leaned over and planted a kiss on Rory. “You’re amazing.”
“I watched a lot of porn the last few months,” he said.
“Well, it paid off.”
*
THEY SHOWERED ANDlay in bed, naked.
“I am so happy we’re together,” Rory said.
“I’m happy too.”
Rory wrapped his arms around Bernard. He held him tight against him, his chest against Bernard’s back. His soft cock lay against Bernard’s ass.
Bernard grabbed his arm and pulled his hand to his lips. His soft lips brushed the back of his hand.
“I love you,” Bernard said.
“I love you too,” Rory said.
They lay there for a while. Rory escaped into the warmth of Bernard’s body. He was soft and furry. They’d grown up together, and now they were partners. Rory’s dreams of finding someone had finally come true, and nothing would pull them apart.
Chapter Thirty
Bernard
Saturday, December 5
BERNARD PULLED INTOhis father’s farm at ten in the morning. His father had insisted on having his birthday celebration there and had invited all his friends and family. Get-togethers were his father’s specialty, and Bernard’s birthday was one he looked forward to all year.
Someone had decorated the bench tables in the yard with green and blue placemats and streamers. Bernard’s favorite colors.
Bernard’s father rolled a grill out to the middle of his yard. Ginger bounded out of the truck and ran to the field to meet Bonnie. A cool winter breeze swirled around the dust and gravel.
“Dad, let me help.” Emilio walked out of the house.
“I got it, son.”
“Dad, let us help,” Bernard said.
