The Promised Land
Instead of freeways, Corey took the scenic route from NorthPark to the fabled “promised land” of Oak Lawn – offering me a glimpse of Dallas at its most opulent along the way. He warned me not to get overwhelmed by what I was about to see. And damn – if I thought my new neighborhood was beautiful, Highland Park was straight out of a dream. It didn’t even seem real, and Corey, with a chuckle and eye-roll, he assured me it wasn’t.
“This is the Beverly Hills of Dallas,” he explained, as we passed endless manicured lawns of sprawling estates. “In fact, I should’ve taken you down Beverley Drive, where the poor houses start at twenty million. Oh, and fun fact – we just passed Jerry Jones’ mansion, right back there when we crossed Armstrong. Don’t give it too much credence, though. Now that I have you, real Dallas, real Fort Worth, the whole Metroplex, means way more to me than all of this pretense.”
“Dang, my man, you and your beautiful, cheesy lines,” I said, beaming. “Do you use them on all your dates?”
Corey shoved my shoulder, grinning. “Nope. Just on the boy I love.” Before I could melt, he changed the subject. “Hey, I know we had a big breakfast, but before you model sexy speedos for the world, how about a little lunch?”
I gave him a soft shove back – I mean, he was driving after all. “Okay, I have absolutely no idea what I should be expecting, or dreading. But if I’m going to be the least bit naked in front of anyone, let’s just rip the speedo-modeling Band-Aid off before we eat again. Deal?”
Corey chuckled. “‘As you wish.’” He glanced at me with a loving wink. “By the way, have you ever watched The Princess Bride?”
“Duh. I do – or did – have a really wonderful grandfather, so yeah, I’ve seen it. And I appreciate the thought.”
I couldn’t help but give my Corey another hero worshiping gaze.
****
We turned right onto a new street, and my sense of direction – already questionable – was now completely lost. The closer we got to downtown Dallas, the more the streets seemed to change names and directions like they had something to hide. But then, I saw them: rainbow stripes painted across every crosswalk. The first street sign I finally paid attention to, read “Cedar Springs,” and I noticed Gay Pride flags fluttering proudly from the buildings lining the street. It finally hit me – this was as sacred ground to us LGBTQIA+ folks as TCU stadium was to my football soul.
Corey noticed my wide-eyed wonder. “Yes, my baby gay,” he said, voice dripping with warm humor, “there are a lot of us gay Texans here in the Metroplex. Even more if we ever explore Houston. Welcome to your homeland, my son.” He barely got the last part out – sorry – with a straight face.
While we were laughing at Corey’s hokey travelogue, we made a quick left at a light before immediately pulling into a parking space right in front of a store called Skivvies.
After letting my initial impression of the place soak in, I nervously uttered, “Uh, Corey? You already bought me plenty of new underwear. I’m good. Really.” Unsure if I actually wanted to get out of the car.
Corey squeezed my knee, once again, reassuring me. “Ollie, my sweet, clueless pup,” his adorable smirk and wink told me he wasn’t too serious about that slight. “This isn’t about more tighty-whities. We’re here to get you some appropriate pool side swimwear. Believe me, Skivvies is the place for gay pups like you to go. I swear, thirty years from now, you’ll be telling this story to all of our baby gay friends. Just trust me, okay? The people here are wonderful – friendly, helpful, and fun.”
I still hesitated but let him coax me out of the car and up to the storefront. It was as overwhelmingly strange as the urology clinic’s “chamber of horrors” was on Friday morning, but I had to admit, in a completely different and intriguing way. The mannequins in the window were dressed – or, more accurately, undressed – in leather straps, tiny leather shorts or jocks, and all kinds of other accessories I’d only seen in gay porn fantasies. I shamelessly grabbed Corey’s arm and held on like my life depended on it.
He smiled over at me, his voice sincere and steady. “I got you, my pup. I swear, everything’s alright.”
As soon as we opened the door and stepped inside, two very attractive guys behind the sales counter turned to watch us enter. One looked about Chris and Ted’s age, while the other seemed closer to Corey’s. The older one greeted us with a warm, knowing smile.
“Corey! Great to see you! How are your dads? Are you here to pick up a new suit for pool season?” Then his eyes landed on me, still holding Corey’s arm. His eyebrows arched just enough to make me feel like I was being assessed. “Or… maybe something else?”
Corey replied with a hearty laugh. “Justin! I was hoping you’d be working today. It’s great to see you again. The dads are doing great and I’m all set for swimwear, but my man Ollie here…” he squeezed my shoulders with pride, “…just realized he’d packed for his long visit without bringing anything appropriate to wear to the pool. He’s living with my dads for the summer and, well, had no idea what the dress code was.”
Justin gave me a once-over that felt just a little too familiar, his tone light but slightly teasing. “Lucky pup.”
I decided I wasn’t just going to stand there blushing. I stepped forward and extended my hand. “Nice to meet you, Justin.” I shook his hand firmly, catching his mildly stunned expression. “Ted is my amazing mentor at work, and Chris is one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. They’ve been incredible to me – like fathers. I’d really like something appropriate for their pool this summer.”
Justin’s demeanor shifted immediately, his smile turning more genuine as he reassessed me. “Alright, Ollie, let’s make sure you look amazing and make Fort Worth proud. Killer trunks, coming right up.”
Before I could even take in the full glory of the wall of provocative swim trunks ahead of us, he’d already rattled off my correct waist size and handed Corey at least six pairs of trunks. Meanwhile, I just stood there in awe, feeling like I’d entered some alternate universe where speedo-cuts were the ultimate formal wear.
Justin guided us toward the most unapologetically exposed changing rooms I’d ever seen. They opened directly into the store’s main shopping floor – and front door – with a swinging saloon-style door offering a precarious semblance of privacy – emphasis on “semblance.” Maybe – just barely – say between 2:30 and 4:00 on a clock face, the stalls gave some modesty, but they absolutely provided a stage for any shoppers with a desire to strut their stuff.
Corey leaned over and murmured into the curls covering my ear, “It’s all just for fun, I promise.” At least he didn’t repeat Friday’s sound bite, Turn around and be proud. That’s something, I guess. With a deep breath, I ducked into the stall, peeled off my jeans and dropped my undies, then slid the first pair of trunks up my furry, beefy thighs. The fabric clung tightly, showcasing a bit more than I’d bargained for. After a quick adjustment to ensure I was tucked and decent – or as decent as these trunks would allow – I called over the stall door, “Corey, what do you think?”
Before Corey could reply, Justin chimed in, “Oh no, no, no, Ollie! You can’t tell anything while standing in there with your shirt on. Take it off and come out here. Trust me, once you’re out here in the open, then we’ll know if the trunks work.”
I hesitated, glancing at Corey, who promptly chuckled and covered his face with one hand in his familiar gesture of not-so-sincere shame, while the other hand gave me an exaggerated thumbs-up. I glared at him through the door. He’s enjoying this way too much. I resolved to punch him later – twice. Still, I felt his unspoken encouragement and figured, hey, it’s going to be a fun story for our grandkids. Gathering my nerve, I pulled my shirt off, swallowed my doubts, and stepped out.
The second I emerged, every guy in the store stopped what they were doing and started applauding. My face instantly burned hotter than the Texas sun. And Corey? My man was grinning like he’d just won the lottery – until his expression shifted. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t smirking. His jaw had gone slack, and his wide eyes reflected something raw and honest.
My Norse God was stunned by me? That realization hit harder than any spontaneous applause from friendly strangers. Elation carried me across the floor to the full-length mirror convenientlylocated… in the middle of the room. Because, of course, that’s exactly where it had to be.
I repeated the same routine with three more pairs of trunks, stepping out to another round of applause each time. Justin and Corey had a good-natured debate over which two trunks I should get. Naturally, the debate ended with Corey’s trademark smirk and Justin’s appraising grin as they regarded my still mostly naked form and concluded, “Why not all four?” After all, the Texas summer is long, hot, and filled with pools waiting to be graced by my presence – or so they claimed.
We said our goodbyes with warm hugs – I mean, come on, after baring pretty much everything to Justin and a room full of strangers, a hug felt practically formal. Corey ushered me out the door with his usual confident charm, and as we walked to the car he furrowed his brow and asked, “Okay, Ollie, what sounds better right now? A great burger or some fantastic fried chicken?”
I laughed at his seriousness over such a decision, but I didn’t hesitate. “Burger, please!” We quickly stowed my latest purchases in the frunk of his Mach-E, and then wandered down the rainbow-clad sidewalk. We passed bars and clubs that I’d have to wait a couple of years to step into legally, but I didn’t feel like I was missing out. By the time we reached the burger joint and sat down for my first great gay Texan meal, I realized I’d just had one of the most unforgettable days of my life with my super hero and co-explorer by my side.
Chapter 26: Thunderstorms and Pizza
We definitely didn’t drive back to Fort Worth in silent reverie. I was totally stoked about the day and made sure Corey knew it. “I can’t believe I just modeled speedos in front of a whole store full of gay guys. I mean… they were gay, right?”
Corey chuckled sweetly; his voice full of amused affection. “Yes, my pup, they were all probably gay.”
He let me babble on for the entire drive back, listening patiently as I processed every moment of our adventure. As we descended into Fort Worth, its familiar skyline came into view, and I decided to share something deeper. “Corey, this view of Fort Worth was my first real assurance that I’d somehow be okay. I mean, if a city could have this amazing, welcoming shot, how could I not be?” My voice wavered a little, and I swallowed down the emotion rising in my throat.
Corey glanced over at me with a soft expression. “I love seeing my city through your eyes, Ollie. You make everything feel shiny and special. Don’t ever lose that, pup. It’s a gift.”
We reached Corey’s cottage just as the heavens decided to finally open up. I’d experienced a few Texas thunderstorms at night, alone in my Bronco, and learned that they weren’t kidding around. But now, standing inside Corey’s perfectly comforting home, the storm felt different. It wasn’t something to fear – it was cozy, almost romantic, setting the stage for what came next.
“Ollie,” Corey started, his tone light, “I know you haven’t seen much of my house yet – and hey, Ted knows that too – but believe me, it’s all recently remodeled. My, er, our?” His hopeful gaze met mine, and I immediately nodded. “Our kitchen is more than a match for Dad and Ted’s. I know we could cook something amazing, but…” He let out a small laugh, “it’s been another long day in an extremely long and wonderful weekend. How about we just Netflix and chill… and order pizza?”
I happily agreed, and Corey gave me my first real tour of his sweet home. It was completely different from Chris and Ted’s expansive house. Corey’s place couldn’t have been more than 2,500 square feet, with three cozy bedrooms and two perfectly updated bathrooms. No wonder he took me to a ‘50s-style diner for our first meal – this was the perfect mid-century home, beautifully modernized for a 2020’s lifestyle.
The tour only got better when Corey led me out to the covered patio overlooking the backyard. There wasn’t a dramatic cliff face for privacy, but it didn’t need one. Corey’s retreat felt just as secluded; with the most elegantly styled pool I’d ever seen. Chris and Ted’s pool was big, bold, and unmistakably Texan. Corey’s was smaller, serene, and absolutely fit the house perfectly. And I loved it.
All I could manage to say was, “No wonder Ted knew I hadn’t seen your pool. Corey, this is amazing – even in the storm.”
We returned to the living room, and despite the temptation, somehow managed to keep our clothes on until the pizza arrived, though they definitely ended up a bit disheveled. The delivery driver got an extra-big tip for braving the rain.
I never knew I was a fan of thin crust pizza until Corey handed me a slice of what he’d ordered. It was perfect, just like everything else about the whole day. After we finished eating, we curled up on the couch together, the sound of the storm wrapping around us. I melted into his arms, feeling completely safe, utterly content, and maybe just a little nervous as I thought about what I’d asked him to do tonight.
Corey seemed to once again sense my thoughts. He gently tilted my chin up to meet his gaze, his voice tender. “My Ollie, are you still sure about what you asked this morning?”
I started shivering, the anticipation and emotion washing over me. But I found my voice, steady enough to whisper, “Yes, sir.”
Chapter 27: The First Verse of Us
“Um, Corey? I’ve been worried about something. You, well, you know that thing you did to me before you had to shave my crack? Do we need to do that again? I want my first time to be awesome, not embarrassing.”
“Ollie, you’re young, and, well, very regular. If you feel comfortable right now, then there’s a 99% chance that everything is absolutely fine. I only did that because of the risk of infection from the shaving. For what we’re about to do? Don’t worry. Plus, I think we’re comfortable enough to stop and regroup after any unexpected ‘fabulous surprises.’” I loved his corny grins.
“Cool, but I really kinda liked you inserting that nozzle while holding me upright in your arms.” I’m not sure my attempt at pillow talk landed as well as I had hoped.
Corey covered for me, “Oh my Ollie! We can definitely do that position again except with my nozzle being inserted into your butt.” He stood up from our couch snuggling and offered me his hand. I took it and allowed him to lead me to his, maybe one day our, bedroom. I hate to say it, but once again, it’s Go Time.
We stepped into his warmly lit alpha wolf den, and I swear it felt like the room itself was welcoming me, whispering promises of safety and belonging. I loved my bedroom at Chris and Ted’s house, but here, in Corey’s home, I could hear something deeper – a call to stay, to make this my forever. We stood in the room’s soft glow, our eyes locking, and I saw nothing but love and hope reflected in his. I willed him to see the same in mine – love, longing, and the trust I’d finally found in him.
Leaning into each other, our lips met in a kiss that was soft yet deliberate. This wasn’t the desperate frenzy of unbridled passion, not yet. Corey was guiding us, keeping the flames low, letting them build slowly. This was our moment to savor. This was our time to remember forever.
As our kisses deepened, our hands began to explore. We started undressing each other with the careful reverence of two people unwrapping a gift. Corey, ever confident and composed, had already perfected the art of unbuckling my belt in one swift motion. I wasn’t quite as practiced, but my eagerness more than made up for it. My pants hit the floor first, but his joined mine just moments later, as if we were in perfect synchronization. We stepped free of the fabric pooling at our feet and fell back into each other’s arms, our embrace tighter now, our hearts beating in unison. Once more, our cocks were battling for dominance against our lower abdomens. I didn’t care about the outcome; I knew we’d both be victorious in the end.
Corey’s now-familiar move had my shirt slipping over my head in one fluid motion, and I knew what was coming next. His face dipped toward my pits, and I wasn’t disappointed. Damn, I’m grateful guys get to grow beards. He allowed me to return the favor but before I could simply scent my beard in his, he gently lifted my arm again, raising his own in turn. For a moment, we stood there, leaning into each other, exploring in perfect reciprocity. It was primal, intimate – an unspoken offering of our truest, rawest selves. This is me. Is that okay? The answer was in every breath we took: Yes. And this is me. In that exchange, we weren’t just two people anymore; we were one.
Fully nude and finally back into our embrace, Corey knew that I was still depending on him to stay in the lead, and he didn’t fumble. He broke our kiss long enough to efficiently strip his bed down to the pillows and sheet. Then just like on Friday, he picked me up into his arms with his bigger body, and gently lowered me onto his bed. I scooted over to lay in the middle. Corey jumped on board, crawled above me and straddled my crotch.
With a loving, yet slightly wolfish smirk, he took my hands in his and gently forced my arms above my head, his favorite position to have me in. I helped him by moving them together over my head. He appreciated my offer and only used one hand to keep them both there. His free hand immediately made it down to my throat as he feverishly kissed my mouth and then alternated between licking either pit. Only to return again to my mouth to deliver his scented beard.
“Ollie, I. Love. You. You don’t have to say it back – I just need you to know it. I’ve known about you longer than you’ve known about me, and every moment since has led me here to you. Remember that trust thing? I need you to trust me now. You’re so beautiful and special, and I’m probably going to start stumbling over my words because of how deeply I feel for you and need what we’re about to do. But I swear, I’ll always be listening. You’ll always be in control. If I sense even a flicker of fear or hesitation, I’ll stop immediately. I promise. Okay?”
I already knew that implicitly, but damn. It was a beautiful confession. I was already uncontrollably shivering again. I was prepared for his next request. “Ollie, rollover pup, face down, ass up.” I chuckled at his reference to the first time he jokingly gave me that instruction. This time, I understood how not demeaning and completely serious his request was.
I excitedly rolled over under him and was quickly rewarded by the feeling of his very hard cock once again sliding into my crack. But that wasn’t the game this time. Unlike this morning, he immediately slid his hips down my legs as his hands and face dove into my crack like he was a man, wait, wolf, possessed. I’ve only ever been rimmed twice and while the first time was an incredible introductory course, this was a master class.
Even better, this time I didn’t have to mute my audio commentary. “Corey! Fuck! I mean, fuck! Damn, Corey! Fuck, yes. Corey, please. Fuck!” Lurd… I chuckled in the realization that my unpracticed baby gay “sex talk” was probably way better off left muted. From that outburst on, I tried to limit myself to making the sexiest moans and growls I could muster. Hey, I was a work in progress.
Corey didn’t seem to mind my incoherent babble and eagerly continued his ministrations. And once more, his fingers joined the fray and I was enjoying the experience of being slowly opened up. I loved every stretch! Once more, I realized my butt definitely ruled my world.
Corey sobered up for just a few moments and asked a question I wasn’t prepared for. “Ollie, I’m a pretty big guy, I have, well, toys… I could use them to open you up a little bit at a time. It’ll definitely make our final goal easier. Would you like me to get them? I’m sure it’ll be damn fun for both of us.”
It was my turn to be animalistic, “Corey! Do not leave my ass right now. We’re going to have an absolute blast playing with your toys – later. I know I probably don’t understand exactly what I’m getting into, but right now, my Norse God, I don’t want anything inside my hole unless it’s a part of your body. Well, and lube… Lots of lube would probably be great.” I suddenly understood that for me and Corey, laughter has got to be a big part of our love making.
We both chuckled like high school boys, but Corey took the opportunity to turn it in to a fun new mini level. “Deal, but we’re gonna make lube prep just as fun as toy prep.” He put two pillows under my hips and said, “Stay! Good pup! Stay!” As if I had any desire to move. He reached over into his nightstand and retrieved a nearly full bottle of lube. Ha! I liked that it was nearly full. Now all I needed to do was figure out how long ago he bought it.
“Here we go pup.” And I felt my favorite fingers push my cheeks apart again and instead of spit, I felt the viscous and cool lube drizzle down over my hole. It kept slowly dripping and driving me wild until those favorite fingers switched roles and started showing the lube the way into my inner sanctum. Once more, my body reacted on my behalf and my hips shot up. I heard an almost mandatory, “There’s my good pup. He knows what he wants and how to get it.”
One finger became two and more lube joined the party. My hole was having its own little quivering meltdown, and after a third finger entered me and found my prostate, I suddenly stopped quivering and nearly screamed, “Fuck! Yes! Please Corey! Fuck me!” Oops, my bad, I was eminently grateful for Corey’s wisdom of taking this to his house.
Corey chuckled sinisterly, “Calm down pup, that’s exactly what I’m about to do, but I’m happy you told me just how ready you are. As much as I want to mount you just like this, as animalistic as possible; I love you pup, and I want this to feel good for you every step of the way. I don’t want your inner monologue to have to write, ‘The sudden pain was beyond belief but then slowly, it turned into pleasure.’ Not for my pup, my love. I need you to roll over. Exactly where you are, with your hips on the pillows.”
I most ungracefully wormed over in place and realized how sweaty we both were already. It only added to the perfect atmosphere. My sexually aromatic pits danced with Corey’s. There was no battle for dominance, we both knew which dancer was leading and which one was following. The choreography was simply moving us to our shared desire.
He raised my knees over his shoulders and placed his ever-alert cock head right at my willing entrance. He applied just enough pressure to make sure it wouldn’t stray from its target and then gave all his attention to me. “Ollie, we don’t have to finish this way, but it’s how we need to get started. I want to see your face and be able to react to every emotion I see you expressing. Are you okay my beautiful boy?”
Damn, I didn’t think I could beam any brighter. I simply said, “Yes my wolf, I need you in me.”
This time it was Corey’s turn, “Pup, we really need to work on your sex talk.” Damn it’s amazing to feel so comfortable to be able to laugh with your lover even when it’s just seconds before the single most intimate moment of your life. And Corey commandingly, but gently, thrust his hips forward and things got serious.
“Ollie, for once in my life, I absolutely wish I had a standard sized cock. But I don’t. Neither of us do. But I’ve got you. Just keep looking at me. Tell me everything you feel, verbally or just with your face. I need you to be absolutely here with me for these first few moments. You can start writing your glorious inner monologue after we’re coupled and I start fucking you into a blissful stupor.
“Remember when I had to ask you that stupid question on our first morning? ‘Do you have any questions?’. Well, this command is just as dumb. Just relax your hole, and try to push out a bit. Here we go pup.” His very serious face didn’t really convey the humor of his statement but I tried my best to comply with his request.
I felt a sudden, um, “pop?” I don’t know why I felt it that way, but it was like a hollow feeling. Like a part of me that I’d never known was missing, was suddenly fitting into a blank space in my puzzle that it always should have been in. And I was shocked to my core. It wasn’t really painful; it was more like a feeling of fulness that I instantly feared would drown me forever in its exquisiteness. I gave the most honest gasp of my life.
As usual, Corey read my mind. “That’s it Ollie; I got you in so many new ways right now. You can’t run away, just relax and let me have what you’re willing to give. Just keep relaxing.” He didn’t attempt to push in any further, happy with his current 3-inch beach head. He gazed into my wide eyes and kissed me deeply once again. Not aggressively, we weren’t ready for that, just passionately with yet another promise of more to come.
As we continued our kiss, I just barely noticed, in an almost subconscious way that his amazing cock had slowly kept making its way into my deepest being. By the time he released me from his spell, several minutes had gone by and he gleefully declared, “You’ve taken all of me my pup, my pubes are warming your testicles. Are you okay?”
“Corey, fuck, I’ve never felt this way in my life. You can’t ask a dog to describe a rainbow. My brain is exploding with colors I’ve never seen before. But, Damn! I do know you are deep!”
Corey gently started slowly sawing his cock in and out just a few times. It felt amazing, mostly. But every time he bottomed out, I have to admit it didn’t feel great. Corey immediately read my face.
“It’s okay, I’m a big boy, remember? At least I was able to get all of me inside you while I got to watch your beautiful face. I’m afraid it’ll take a lot more practice,” – my poor unknowing cousin – “before I get to breed you while looking into your eyes. Practice that I can’t wait to implement a strict regime for as soon as possible. But for tonight, I’m going to slowly, very slowly, pull out then I want you to roll over again. I’m going to mount you from behind. All you need to do is flex those incredible glutes of yours to keep me from going too deep while still allowing me to lose myself in the field I was born to play in.”
Corey paused, “Ollie, I just have one more very serious question left. You understand that dad and Ted know exactly what we’re doing tonight. Don’t think for a moment that they’d let it happen if they didn’t expect me to be a gentleman. So, when the time comes, do you want me to pull out? Or do you want me to get you pregnant with our puppies? I don’t think I’ll be able to ask again once we start, please let me know now.”
I kept trying to blind my lover with my smile. “Corey, for two days now, having your puppies is all I’ve thought about. You’ve been so tender and metered leading me through our explorations and I absolutely needed that. But my man, I’m ready to be all yours.” I rolled over once more, thrilled to give every aspect of my virginity to him. “Corey, it’s my turn for a cheesy line: Breed me and make me yours.”
As I was rolling over, the storm raging outside decided to join our passion with gusto. Pounding rain with intense lightning and thunder assaulted the house. I suddenly remembered my father’s fear of turbulent weather, but his fear isn’t mine. He left me stranded and without guidance, to be adrift in a world I wasn’t prepared for. Yet I still managed to persevere every storm alone. Until my Norse God, um, God of Thunder, found me.
I surrendered to my latest epiphany; Corey and his dads were all I needed. And I mind-bogglingly craved Corey to completely make me his more than ever before. I howled every bit as sincerely as he did on our little manhole cover mountain top, as he re-entered me and started his rut. I was at an unimagined new level. One I fear very few lovers get to experience.
Like our tree-time yesterday, he hooked his arm under my pit and his hand moved to my neck. I absolutely loved the primitiveness of it and instinctively tilted my head to meet his hungry kiss. His heavy and hard cock was rapidly moving in and out of my over stimulated hole and every time it mashed past my prostate, I moved a rung higher to my climax. My hips eagerly rose up to meet his thrusts. He had taught me well over our short weekend together. Every thrust was ecstasy. I had no idea my body could feel so much pleasure.
As the lightning and thunder intensified, Corey’s motions started to lose their commanding cadence. His thrusts became more ragged and shallow as he started trying to stay as deep in me as possible. I knew that meant he was getting close. His hand tightened around my chest and throat and our kiss was again lost as our temples pressed into each other so hard it was as if we were trying to become one.
My climax was only ahead of his by a few intense moments, I shuttered and delivered my load onto Corey’s sheets and I let an incredulous “fuck” slip from my lips. I pressed my hips up into his body, relaxed my glutes to let him go as deep as he needed. I swear I felt his cock grow even larger as he delivered his seed deep into my soul. I could feel his warmness spread throughout my body. I was happier than I’d ever been in my newly amazing life.
I was bathed in Corey’s sweat as it dripped down and mixed with my own. While we were panting and basking in our post orgasmic coupling, he sweetly but unnecessarily asked, “Ollie, I have no words to describe what just happened, and, um, that was the most intense experience I’ve ever had. But, well, do we need to take care of you now?”
It was my turn to let him feel my chuckle through my chest. “Corey, my love, just stay inside me as long as you can. I never want to feel empty and alone again. And, well, the sheets under my very satisfied dick are the only thing you need to worry about tonight… because I ain’t sleeping in the wet spot.” And we burst into another fit of no longer embarrassing giggles.
Chapter 28: Ollie’s Heart
Lying here gazing at the ceiling of Corey’s bedroom, listening to the calming rhythm of the storm outside, I felt more at peace than I ever thought possible. I finally knew why my cousin liked “practicing” so much. And knowing that I currently had millions of little Coreys swimming inside me, gave me the most unexpected warm and loved feeling. It didn’t hurt that my man had his big arm draped across my chest, his beard nuzzled between my neck and shoulder, and his furry quad laid over my upper thighs, just touching the bottom of my ball sac. As if he were keeping his mate still to make sure our mating would be successful.
He began nibbling at my ear, his voice soft and full of emotion. “I love you, Ollie. You’re mine forever, and I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
I happily said it again, “I love you too Corey.” Then, with a playful glint in my eye, I added, “If that’s what sex is always going to be like, I’m not sure forever is gonna be long enough.” I hugged his shoulder in tighter to mine and continued. “By the way, I’m absolutely loving exploring our bedroom at Chris and Ted’s. Lurd, 9-year-old Corey between his two hot dads is my favorite picture. If we’d have grown up together, I’m pretty sure I would have gotten you to practice with me a lot sooner.”
Corey snorted; his smirk again full of mischief. “Ollie, our nine year age difference makes that a little scary, let’s just not go there.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing softly. “You know that’s not even what I mean, right?”
Corey booped my nose, his playful grin softening into something tender. “I just wish I could see your baby and grade school pics. I’m sure I would’ve instantly fallen in love with my little pup back then too.”
A pang hit me as I replied, “I’m sure my dad has probably thrown them all out or burned them by now. I still don’t understand why me being gay made him hate me so much. I mean, I still try my best to love him.”
Corey’s expression shifted, his forehead gently pressing to mine. He looked at me with something close to awe, mixed with frustration. “Ollie, maybe he doesn’t hate you. Maybe he hates himself. Maybe there’s something inside him that’s broken, something he can’t fix or face. But I’ve gotta say, that man pisses me the fuck off. If I ever meet him, he’ll be the one on the floor with a bloody nose.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Grrr! My wolf protector.”
Corey chuckled at my growl, but his voice softened, brushing against something deeper. “Always, pup.”
I felt the smile on my face grow, my nose lightly bumping his. “You know, in a really bass-ackwards way…”
“Bass-ackwards?” Corey interrupted, his brow raised, the tiniest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Hey, I still don’t like cussing, well, I make exceptions when your cock is in my colon.”
“I wasn’t that deep, boy; I went easy on you. We still have so many more levels and fun positions to explore.”
“Um, I think I’ll be the judge of how deep you were, and I’m pretty sure I have a few of your swimmers currently planning an expedition to my esophagus to prove it,” I teased. Corey chuckled and pinched my nip, making me giggle as I swatted his hand away. “Anyway,” I pressed on, “as I was trying to say, in a really BASS-ACKWARDS way, he’s the reason I met you. And why I now have the perfect boyfriend and two amazing dads who love me.”
Corey frowned, though his eyes stayed warm. “Um, I can think of a few thousand less extreme ways for us to have met. Like, oh, I don’t know… maybe you could have just come out to your mentor? Ted could have invited you over for dinner, and we could’ve met over a nice home-cooked meal instead of in a ‘chamber of horrors’ in a creepy urology clinic. I know I would have still fallen in love with you.”
I laughed. “No way! That’s way too boring. Then we wouldn’t have such a unique ‘how we met’ story.”
Corey snickered into my cheek. “Aren’t you the drama queen.”
“Excuse you!” I shot back with feigned offense, “I prefer ‘Action-Adventure Hero.’”
Corey’s snicker turned into a full laugh, and then he softened. “Fine. You’re amazing, either way. But seriously, Ollie, I have no idea how you can still be so positive and loving toward a man who completely betrayed you – and literally put your life in danger.”
“I think it’s like this: he really was a great father. Understanding, kind, supportive, and affectionate. He’s the reason I’m such a hugger and lover. He was only an ass for that one day at the very end. I don’t want any bad memories of him to cloud what I now have with you, Chris, and Ted. If I only focus on the good things and keep those memories alive, then I haven’t really lost anything – I’ve just gained a new family.”
Corey’s expression softened into the most radiant smile. “Just three days ago, I only knew your name and how much Ted adored you. From your one meeting with Dad, even he thought you were incredible. And now, you’re here – in my arms, in my bed – and you’ve made me the luckiest man alive. I love you, my sweet pup.”
I kissed his forehead and countered with, “We’re going to have to agree to disagree on that one. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Corey raised his head with a playful smirk. “Hey, I’m the luckiest man alive. You can be the luckiest boy – or pup. Your call.”
My grin was unstoppable. “Deal! I’m your lucky pup. So… I don’t suppose you want to prove how lucky we both are again? I believe you mentioned fun new positions?”
“Lurd, I’m in love with an insatiable 19-year-old. My balls are gonna have to start working overtime.”
“Breed me again my wolf; let’s make lots of puppies!”
Corey howled and I joined him. It was Go Time once more
Epilogue: Our Song
Last night’s storm had blown itself out, and bright sunshine streamed in through the bedroom windows. I rolled over to find Corey propped up on his elbow, watching me with a quiet reverence that made my heart flutter. His dark golden hair caught the morning light, giving him a soft, angelic halo.
And then, just like that, it happened. A song rose up in me, unbidden, impossible to resist. Before I even realized I was doing it, I sang the first line, my voice hushed and raw with the morning.
Corey’s grin spread wide, and without missing a beat, he joined in, his voice blending effortlessly with mine. The words we shared, borrowed from No Rain, carried a simple but beautiful promise – the longing for someone to always be there, to bring comfort, to stay close through every storm. It wasn’t just about avoiding sadness; it was about finding joy in the little things, about knowing that with the right person, you’ll always have something beautiful to wake up to.
We finished the verse together, laughing softly at the magic of it. Corey brushed his fingers over my cheek and whispered, “Looks like we found it, pup.”
Our song.