Epilogue #1

Things have finally slowed down for both Clay and me. Since he's graduated, he's picked up more clients at the gym and it seems like each of his clients wants to refer him to someone else. Everyone seems to be feeling the same thing I do when I worked out with Clay—he pushes you almost to muscle failure, but he makes you feel good while he's doing it.

I met Sam's bros during one of the gym sessions and one was as starstruck as Sam was. I ended up taking several pictures and the one that seemed like he couldn't pick his jaw off the floor when he saw me asked me about the business. He said he was interested in getting into some scenes but didn't know where to start. So, I introduced him to Jake. His name is Julian and he started working at Carnal Desires about a month ago. He's taking to it well. He's a top, so we haven't had any scenes together, but Bailey seems to like being paired with him. He can fuck well, railing Bailey's ass hard like Bailey likes it. Julian has a great future ahead of him.

Clay and I were supposed to go visit Cliff Point last month, but we both had schedules too busy to ignore. I had scenes and he had his clients and was applying for a business license to get started on his wellness center. We're not rushing the process, as Clay wants to make sure it's done right, so it's taking a little longer than we both planned. But I'm very proud of him. He's going after what he wants.

Now that we both have a few weeks to ourselves, I decide to take Clay to meet my parents. They've spoken to him on the phone a few times, but my mother has been hinting that she wants to actually see him. I'm only two hours away from home, but when I go back, I like to stay for a bit and go out for hikes and enjoy my parents spoiling me. That kind of thing doesn't really work when Jake has me booked solid with back-to-back scenes.

They have no idea I'm in the industry and I don't ever plan to tell them. I just hope no one from home watches gay porn and has spotted my hairy ass plowing into some bottom's hole.

Clay looks around with wide eyes as we pull into Cliff Points city limits. It's all green trees and rolling farmland. It's gorgeous here. Maybe one day I'll settle down in an area like this—somewhere quiet and peaceful, where neighbors know each other. As long as I have Clay by my side.

"Wow," he mutters, face practically pressed against the window. "It almost looks like Jansville. Except a lot warmer. I love it." Clay reaches over and grabs my hand, smiling as he looks around.

The house I grew up in is a cape cod style, with gray shingles, and a blue door. There's a large maple tree growing out front that I remember climbing sometimes when I wanted to be alone. I still have the urge to climb it, just so I can get that nostalgic feeling.

Instead of my mother waiting for us to get out of the car like a normal person, she throws open the front door and rushes down the three stairs of the porch. "Yuri! I'm so glad to see you, suge," she drawls in her deep country accent and throws her arms around me. My accent isn't as thick as it was before I moved away from home, but even moving to the bigger city hasn't rid me of it completely. "I'm so glad you're finally here." She turns to Clay, giving him the once over. "Well, my, my. You're even more handsome in person. Come over here and hug my neck."

With a bashful grin on his face, Clay rounds the car to give my mom a big hug. "Great to meet you, Mrs. Miller."

"Oh please. Call me Pat. Come on in. I have some dinner ready for you both."

Once inside, my dad steps into the living room, all smiles. "Yuri. Good to see you son. And it's great to meet you, Clay."

Clay shakes his hand, looking a little nervous. "Great to meet you too, sir."

"Call me Gary." He shakes Clay's hand and pats his shoulder. "We're old friends by now." Clay grins at him, stepping closer to me and bumping my shoulder.

We sit down at the dinner table and eat and share conversation. My father is very interested in hearing about Clay's career path.

Rubbing his large belly, my dad says, "Well, I'll need to go to your fitness center when it's up and running, son. Got to get healthy." He laughs in a self-deprecating way.

Clay shakes his head and leans forward. I smile, knowing I'm about to get one of my favorite versions of Clay: Passionate Clay. "That's a big misconception with people," he says, putting his fork on the table so he can really get into the conversation. "They see someone overweight and think they're unhealthy, but that's not always the truth. I've met plenty of people that are healthy as an ox and are considered overweight. On the other hand, I've met people that are considered normal weight with a myriad of health issues. What I want to do is focus on the health factor and not the weight. Eating right, or in moderation, and being active at least three to five times a week for fifteen minutes."

Dad nods and leans forward. "Now that's a good plan son. What do you have planned so far?"

Clay smiles. He loves talking about his goals and I love listening. "I want to open a center that has a gym as well as nutritionists to help me out. There can be classes and seminars so people can get information without having to leave the building. It can be a one stop shop."

I so badly want to blurt out what I want to do, what I have planned, what I've figured out about myself, but it's a surprise for Clay. I'm nervous, not sure how he'll feel about it. I probably should have talked to him about it first, but I wanted to make sure it was something I wanted to do. Listening to him talk now makes me think I'm making the right choice.

We stay up for a few more hours, talking about nothing. I love that my parents love Clay. I'd hoped he would get the reception he is now. My parents are pretty chill, but I'm their only child, so I thought they'd give Clay the talk and tell him to take care of me or they'd kill him or some shit. Looks like the love of my life will be around for a long while, having gotten the stamp of approval from my parents.

"Well," my dad drawls, standing from his favorite armchair, holding his hand out for my mother. She takes his hand and pastes herself to his side. After all these years, they're both still clearly in love. I look forward to being like this with Clay. "Us old folks can't hang with you two whipper snappers. We have to get to bed."

I smile, standing as well. "We'll go too. I want to take Clay to River Bend hiking trail in the morning before it gets too hot out."

They bid us goodnight and I lead Clay up to my childhood bedroom. It's still about the same as when I moved out, down to the posters on the wall. Clay chuckles, walking around and looking at the posters of men I have glued all around my room.

He points to an old wrestling poster of The Rock. "Good choice," he says.

"I thought so too. I had a thing for wrestlers back in the day. Seeing men in their underwear is hot." Clay laughs, looking around at the other posters I have on my wall. I step up beside him, remembering when I hung each and every poster up. I put my arm around his waist, kissing his shoulder.

Clay smiles, turning to me and pulling me in close. "I like your parents. They're good people."

"They like you too. We both have the seal of approval from both our families. Now you're stuck with me."

Looking up at me, Clay whispers, "I don't mind." He kisses me softly, swaying to an invisible song. I follow his lead, carding my fingers through his hair as I hold him close.

Clay slides his hands up the back of my shirt, his rough and calloused hands rubbing soft circles along my back. I press us closer together, feeling how hard he is for me from just our kisses. I groan, gliding one hand down to his ass so I can rub our dicks against each other.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Clay whispers, "I want you."

"I want you too. We have to be quiet though, okay?"

He nods eagerly, stepping over to my full-sized bed and lies on his back. I climb between his legs, kissing him more, never getting enough of how his lips taste.

I make quick work of taking our clothes off, getting us naked so our hot skin can brush against each other's. The heat coming off him cranks me up, my dick leaking copious amounts of precum onto his.

Pulling away, I sit back on my heels as I stare down at his amazing body. His hard body is soft in all the right places. I trail my fingers down through his abs, over that sexy V he has and down to the base of his cock. "Let's sixty-nine. I want to taste you and swallow your cum."

"Fuck yes," Clay groans. He turns on his side and raises one leg, jerking his cock slowly as he watches me get into position. "God, I can't wait to have you down my throat."

I chuckle, lying on my side so his cock is bobbing in my face. "The bed squeaks, so don't fuck my face too hard."

Clay laughs, then engulfs my dick into his mouth. I groan, enjoying the feel of his hot mouth on me for a few beats. Clay wraps an arm around my waist, holding on to my ass as he pulls me in.

Not to be outdone, I open wide and take his cock deep inside my throat. Clay moans around my shaft, the vibrations sending chills up my spine. I jerk, pushing further into his mouth. The gagging sound that comes from Clay is a huge fucking turn on, making my cock lengthen and pulse.

Clay's mouth is dangerous, bringing me to the brink faster than I'd like him to. I want this to last, but I want to come so badly that my body is vibrating from it.

Snatching off his length, I jerk him off as I watch him swallow my dick. His pink lips are spread wide, taking all of my inches with ease. Over the months, Clay has gotten better at relaxing his throat to allow me entrance.

Cursing low in my throat, I grind my hips into his mouth. Again, Clay moans and the tingles it sends through my dick sets off my orgasm. My balls tighten up and I shoot my load down his throat, feeling Clay's swallowing motions around the head of my cock. My toes curl as I shake from my release, the force of it would have made my knees weak if I were standing.

After I come down from my orgasm, I shift forward and draw Clay's rock hard shaft back into my mouth, sucking him fast and hard so I can get him off. Clay moans softly, holding on tightly to me. He kisses my thighs, my balls and my softening length as he pumps gently into my mouth.

His breath brushes over my skin as he babbles. "Fuck, Yuri," he whispers, holding tighter to me. "Suck me harder. I'm so close. So close baby. Ungh, fuck."

That's the only warning I get before his hot release is shooting into my open mouth. I swallow all of him, not letting a drop slide out.

We're both spent, not moving more than turning onto our backs on my too small bed.

"Yuri?" Clay calls me in a satisfied voice.

"Yeah, baby?" My eyes drift shut, as if that orgasm he gave me took all of my energy.

"I love you."

A smile tugs at my lips. "Not as much as I love you."

"Doubt that."

Finally summoning the energy to move, I shift around until I'm at the head of the bed. I gather Clay in my arms and sigh when he gets comfortable against me.

We lie there, breathing each other in as we listen to the noises of the night. This is what I love about living in the country. The crickets and night creatures making a beautiful soundtrack to a good night.

"Clay, I need to tell you something."

He stiffens but doesn't move from my arms. "What's up?"

"I'm going to quit working at Carnal Desires."

Now he moves from my arms, sitting up to look at me. "Why? It's not because of me, is it? I told you I don't care about what you do. You don't have?—"

I put my hand over his mouth. "No, it's not because of you. Well, yes, it is." He gives me a confused look. "It's because of you that I figured out what I want to do." I sit up against the headboard, pulling him back against me. "You want to be a trainer. That's admirable, knowing how much you want to help people. But you'll need some help. Not with training, but with the other stuff."

Pulling in a deep breath, I hold it for a few seconds, then blow it out slowly. "So, I applied for college and I got accepted for a program next year. To be a kinesiologist. So, while you're working people out, I can help them keep their mobility and muscles loose. We can help each other."

Clay looks up at me with a giddy smile on his face. "You want to go into business with me? Like partners?"

I chuckle. "Yes, like partners. What do you say?"

Straddling my lap, Clay gives me a deep kiss that has all the love he has for me behind it. I hold tight to him, trying to convey the same emotion to him through the press of our mouths.

"I say," Clay begins as he kisses all over my face, "let's fucking do it."