Eight

Jack

I left the diner and walked back to the store. Foggy Basin looked the same as it always did, one or two cars slowly made their way down the main street and other than the usual locals at the bar there wasn't anyone else out. Normally everyday here was mostly the same but today was different, and I found myself hoping there were more days like today.

"Hey, Jack, how's it hanging?" a voice said from behind me. I knew that voice, and tonight I wasn't annoyed to hear it.

"Isaac, what are you doing out after dark?" I turned around to face him shoving my hands in my pockets. We'd both graduated high school the same year, and just like me Issac never left town, but unlike me he was happy to never live or see anywhere else.

"Hoping to find you," he whispered and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth opened and his tongue found mine as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer. "Want to stop by my house on your way home?" His lips were damp from the kiss and his blue eyes were bright with desire. We'd been hooking up for years. It was never anything serious for either of us, but it was a good way to scratch an itch. He was a little shorter than me and had a smaller build, but he was just as muscular and as many of our classmates had found out, he could kick anyone's ass. The longer he held me the more I wanted him and since I was unattached, I couldn't see the harm.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I whispered and kissed along his jaw.

"Okay, we need to stop, or I'll be getting fucked behind Nuts and Bolts," he said and stepped back from me. "I'll leave the door open. Don't be long," he said before walking off in the opposite direction.

After adjusting myself I hurried off to my car and drove the short distance to his house. I parked in front of his side of a small duplex and hurried up to the door. As promised it was open. I walked in and there was Isaac, naked as the day he was born, legs spread wide, lying on the couch while stroking himself. "What took you so long?" he asked.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" I said and tried to kick off my boots while pulling my shirt over my head. I plopped down on the couch next to him and shoved his hands out of the way before swallowing as much of him down as I could.

"Oh god, take your boots off," he grunted while his back arched off the couch and he gritted his teeth.

I reached down and unlaced the boots I wore for work that were great there, but not so great when I needed them to be gone. "Don't touch too much or you'll come before I'm ready." Leaning over him I kissed him. It was familiar and so sexy. But it always left me feeling like something was missing. Shoving those thoughts out of my head I shoved my jeans off after my boots were finally out of the way.

Lying on top of him, I pushed down enough for our dicks to press against each other making us both hiss at the sensation. "Come on, Jack," Isaac pleaded.

"My turn to fuck you," I said and grabbed a condom from under the couch. This was something we did often enough we both knew to be prepared. When I was living at home, we always hooked up here, but now that I had my own place we went there too. And we both made sure we had condoms and lube where they were easily accessible. This was a hookup and both of us just wanted to get off without all the niceties of a relationship. So far it had worked for us, and had for a while.

I pushed his leg up to his chest and smeared a generous amount of lube on his asshole before spreading some on the condom. After lining up I started to press into him. Isaac didn't want any prep, and he didn't want slow and easy. He wanted me to shove my dick into him and fuck him as hard as I could until we both finished.

"Come on, Jack," he groaned and started to move his hips making me almost shoot.

I shoved his other leg onto his chest and after a few quick pumps, went to work giving both of us what we wanted. Fantastic sex with no strings. My hips moved as I pressed down on the backs of his legs and pumped into him as fast as I could while he groaned and tried to match my pace. We both knew exactly what the other needed to get off and there was no warmup or slow and easy, it was raw sex with only one intention. To get off.

I knew exactly when he was going to come, and I let go of his legs and held his hands to keep them away from his dick. He groaned in frustration before throwing his head back and riding out the sensations. I pounded him as fast and as hard as I could and just when I thought he wasn't ready yet his whole body seized up just before he shot onto his own chest. I ignored how good his tight ass felt on my dick and kept up the pace until finally I couldn't take it anymore and followed him.

"Fuck, dude, I didn't think I was going to survive it this time," Isaac said as he panted and wiped at the sweat on his brow.

"I think we get a little better every time," I admitted and tied off the condom. Walking into the kitchen, I tossed it in the trash and cleaned up with a paper towel at the sink.

"Hey, who were you at the diner with?" he asked after he'd cleaned up in the bathroom and changed into a pair of shorts.

I pulled on my pants before slipping on my shirt. "That was Hudson Carter, he's Jonas's son."

"No way, didn't he move away from here years ago?" Isaac asked and sat down on the couch next to me.

"Yeah, he's been living in Sacramento since college."

"What's he doing back here?" Isaac asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think he might want to buy the hardware store." Just saying it was hard. Since graduation, that job had meant everything to me and I didn't want to think of working at the feed store or one of the other nearby businesses.

"No way. Is he going to run it himself?" Isaac asked, his eyes wide with shock.

"I don't know. He was going to speak to Jonas and Addie tonight. I guess I'll find out tomorrow." Nerves boiled in my stomach at the thought. What if he took over and ran it out of business? Or he didn't want me to work there anymore? What if he closed it the way Jonas seemed to want to do? So many thoughts ran through my mind, and not one of them was good.