Page 77 of The Key Holder

I took a deep breath and smiled. The smell of cum still permeated the air. Maybe that’s what Dylan was dreaming about? It could be coming from the crumpled up t-shirt on the floor that I had used to clean Dylan’s stomach, or it was just…everywhere. Either way, I’d need to do a load of laundry today to purify the room after what we did last night.

God…last night.

The memory of it was like a current, still flowing through me. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust had been charged with the release of years of pent-up…something.

For me, I knew it was repression and frustration, but for Dylan, it seemed like pure passion. Every time we had sex, he was uninhibited and raw, meeting me every step of the way and then some. He brought out a dirty and dominant side I didn’t even know I had. This was more than just sex, for both of us, and it was exhilarating.

I traced the line of his jaw with my thumb, then let my gaze wander down his body, the sheets a rumpled nest around us. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the subtle definition of his muscles a testament to his youth. He was incredibly handsome. Not just his face, but every curve, every dimple, every inch of him.

I felt a surge of possessiveness that settled deep in my chest. Dylan was mine, and I was his, and I wanted nothing more than to make him utterly happy, to build a life around this feeling.

My fingers went to my neck, expecting the chain, but it was gone. Likely on the nightstand or somewhere in our discarded clothes. It felt strange to not be wearing it; I had grown used to its weight.

I pulled Dylan closer, burying my face in his hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of him, earning a groan for my efforts. The world outside the cabin could wait for a little bit longer. For now, there was just us.

My right hand slid down his torso until it found its target.

Dylan’s cock was absolutely beautiful.

I hadn’t actually seen much of it all those years ago, but I had imagined it enough this summer. And even though I was an ass man, the reality surpassed my expectations. It might have been my imagination, but it felt smoother than mine.

“Mmm, I love waking up to a generous groping.” Dylan squirmed closer, pressing his ass against my morning wood.

“Well, that’s great because I love giving generous gropings.”

“But only to me,” Dylan added.

“I guess I can call all the other guys and tell them I will no longer be providing regular gropings.”

My sarcasm earned me a little slap. “That’s not funny.”

“You know I’m only kidding.”

“I told you, your nuts are mine, your cock is mine, your ass is mine.” Dylan lurched up and climbed on top of me. “Every single one of your abs is mine, your pecs are mine, your mouth is mine.” As he leaned down to kiss me, I wondered if he felt the same about my heart.

When he stopped to take a breath, I asked, “Do I still own any parts of my body?”

“Nope, all mine.” Dylan collapsed on top of me, tightening his arms around my torso.

I wanted to make another joke but the moment was too good to waste. “I can live with that.”

"Hey, you know what I was thinking about?" I asked, nudging Dylan with my foot as we lounged on the porch, the afternoon sun warming our skin. "Camping. Like we used to, when you were a moody preteen."

"Seriously?” Dylan's eyes lit up. “I'd love that!” He poked my arm, and added, “And I was not a moody preteen.”

I wasn’t about to argue. “Sure.”

“I was not!” Another poke, harder this time.

“If you say so.”

“Hmmm.” Dylan was quiet for a few more seconds, then said, “I guess there were all those spankings. The ones you mentioned the other day.”

“Oh, here we go.” I covered my face with my hand.

“Maybe if I do something naughty on the trip, you’ll have to spank me.”

“Can we skip the something naughty and I just spank you right now?”