Chapter Twelve

Shepherd was stunned when, instead of

falling over him and getting busy, Brogan grabbed his hand and

pulled him up from the bed. He then pulled him along behind him

toward the single door across the room.

“What are you doing?”

“We need a shower,” he said, flipping on the

light in the bathroom.

“But I want to fuck,” Shepherd whined as his

man released him and bent to take off his boots.

Brogan ignored him and continued stripping

off his clothes.

With a frown, Shepherd toed off his sneakers

and then reached for the hem of his t-shirt.

“Get undressed and in the shower. We’ll see

what develops from there,” Brogan said with a wink and a grin.

“Ah, multitasking,” Shepherd said as he

tossed his t-shirt to the floor and attacked the fastenings of his

jeans. He was naked in a few seconds and stopped to look around the

room. It was larger than any bathroom in any home he had ever been

in. While the fixtures were nice, it was the fact that there was

both a shower and a bathtub big enough to hold a party that took up

most of the space that impressed him. The toilet was tucked around

a corner and there were two sinks and a huge mirror along the

opposite wall.

In a minute, Brogan had pulled towels out of

a linen closet behind the door and had turned on the water in the

shower.

Shepherd stepped into the shower and slid

the door closed behind him. “This is nice,” he said as he moved in

close behind Brogan.

“Thanks. We each met with the designer when

we were planning our rooms. If there’s something you don’t like, we

can change it. Well, except for the size of the bed, and the

television.”

“We can talk about that, later,” Shepherd

said, grabbing the bar of soap from the little shelf in the corner.

He built a lather in both hands then returned the soap to its shelf

and smoothed his hands down Brogan’s torso to the hard cock poking

at his belly. He took his time smoothing the bubbles over his cock

and balls before sliding his fingers between the man’s legs and

washing the crack of his ass.

Brogan’s quick inhalation told him he was

doing the right thing, but he was a man on a mission, wanting to

get them both clean and out of here before either of one of them

exploded. They were still in the getting-to-know-you stage of this

relationship, and he could not wait to feel Brogan’s cock filling

his ass up once again.

One he had thoroughly washed the front, he

grabbed the soap and repeated the procedure on his back, taking his

time massaging the man’s ass for nearly a minute before kneeling

and washing his legs.

“Rinse,” Sheperd said as he rose to his

feet.

He watched in awe as Brogan rinsed away the

bubbles. The man then wet his hair and quickly washed it before

turning his attention his way.

It was pure sexual torture when Brogan gave

him a similar treatment. On the road, they had shared shower rooms

but never shared the shower. Now, with Brogan’s hands running all

over his body, washing him thoroughly, all Shepherd could think

about was getting Brogan’s big cock in his ass again.

Finally, Brogan rinsed his hands in the

waterfall coming from high on the wall. “Rinse off and do your

hair, Hoss,” he said, his deep voice even deeper and rougher.

Shepherd quickly wet and washed his hair,

once again wondering if maybe he should get it cut short. But as

crazy as it seemed, longer hair made his curly hair a little easier

to deal with. And when he got tired of it, he would pull it back

into a ponytail or a messy bun.

Once he was finished, he turned off the

water and turned to look at the man who had captured his heart.

“So, what now, big boy?”

“Now we go to bed,” Brogan said, opening the

shower door and grabbing a towel.

He took his time drying Shepherd before

quickly wiping himself dry. Then he took Shepherd’s hand and led

him back into the bedroom. A visit to the nightstand yielded lube

and several condoms.

“Is this when you fuck me until I can’t walk

a straight line?” Shepherd could not help but tease, even though

each time Brogan fucked him left him feeling boneless and not good

for anything productive.

“No, Hoss. This is where you fuck me until I

can’t walk a straight line.”

****

From Shepherd’s sharp inhalation, Brogan

knew his words shocked the man. Now that they were off the road for

an extended period of time, he could handle having a sore ass. And

after touching, licking, and looking at the monster Shepherd

packed, Brogan knew he would not be able to sit comfortably for a

while, which was why he waited until now.

Shepherd’s mouth dropped open and he licked

his lips before he whispered, “You want me to fuck you?”

Brogan pulled the man close and wrapped his

arms around him. “If this is going to be an equal partnership, we

both need to give and receive the love, don’t you agree?”

“Okay,” Shepherd said before taking a

breath, “but I’ve never given before. What if I do it wrong?”

“Hoss, there’s no way you can do it wrong,

unless you slam in and don’t give me time to adjust to this monster

before you start pounding away,” Brogan said with a chuckle. He

reached between them and stroked his hand up and down the man’s

cock.

“Okay. I can do that. Or rather not do that.

No problem. So, how do you want to do this?”

The next minutes were a learning experience

for both of them. Shepherd learned how to stretch Brogan, and

Brogan learned how much he liked having Shepherd’s fingers in his

ass. It was a win-win.

When he felt he was loose enough, he looked

over his shoulder and said, “All right, Hoss. Glove up and fuck me

with that baseball bat of yours.”

He had decided he would lay over the end of

the bed and Shepherd would enter him from behind.

He rose up and looked over his shoulder so

he could watch Shepherd prepare to take him. He had never thought

rolling on a condom could be a sexy sight, but watching Shepherd

made his cock twitch. He wondered how he was going to survive the

next few minutes without his head blowing off.

“You’re sure about this,” Shepherd said as

he moved in behind him.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Brogan assured the man

before turning around and laying himself across the bed.

He took slow, deep breaths and worked to

relax his ass in order to let the man in. The cool lube Shepherd

had used helped, but it was still a challenge to keep from

clenching down when the wet tip of the other man’s cock pushed into

his back hole.

He tried disconnecting his head from his

ass, though it was difficult. Shepherd filled him almost painfully

full, and they both released a sigh when the man’s thighs pressed

against his ass. He was fully seated, and Brogan had never felt so

full before.

He also had never felt so aroused

before.

“Move, Hoss,” he whined. He knew he was

begging, but he needed more to drive him over the edge he was

teetering on.

“I’m afraid to,” Shepherd said in a soft

tone. “I need more time to calm my nuts before I try to move and

blow my load immediately.”

He understood where the other man was coming

from, but he needed more. “Take three deep breaths and that’s all

I’ll give you before I start fucking you with my ass.”

Shepherd’s soft laughter helped relieve the

tension, and after they each took several deep breaths, he pulled

back until only the head was in. Then he reversed direction and

move just as slowly, filling him once again.

Brogan allowed him to go slow and easy for

several strokes before he got demanding once again. “Faster, Hoss.

Harder. I need more.”

Shepherd grunted but moved faster. Each

stroke was a bit faster and harder until the man was pulling out

almost before Brogan realized he was full of cock.

But still Brogan could not find the trigger.

Not until his man reached around his hip, grabbed hold of his cock,

and began jacking him. Then he shot over the peak and into nirvana

with a shout that harmonized with the one Shepherd gave as he

slammed home one last time and filled the condom that separated

their bodies.

Shepherd dropped over him as if boneless,

and breathed, “So damn good.”

Brogan smiled because he knew exactly how

the other man felt.