It had been months and months since Clay and Bobby-Jack had tied the knot. And it had been a blissful whirlwind of time. The pair had honeymooned in a secluded house on the beach, only adventuring away for some sights and the occasional meal. When they returned, life became real again but with a new joy.
Clay was writing and had started a small business with his cousin Izzy. They were promoting local artists and craftspeople and selling clothing and other items with their art on them. He had started to spend more time traveling with his cousin lately and the business was booming. Bobby-Jack (or "BJ" as he was now called - a trend started by Izzy) used his skills to stay busy and began doing some carpentry work around the house. Occasionally, he would do some projects for other people in the area. He had been doing a lot of work at Malcolm's house lately.
Clay loved seeing his tanned dark body against the pure white sheets of their bed, auburn hair covering his burnished bronze body. BJ ran a hand through his thick copper-colored hair, the sun-lightened streaks of strawberry blond and red-gold shimmering in the early morning light. His arm stretched over to Clay's cool side of the bed and he remembered that he had spent the night alone. He grabbed Clay's pillow and smashed it into his face, smelling his scent still lingering deep in it. BJ shifted his leg a bit and felt the cool crispness of the sheets as his temperature rose thinking about Clay under him taking his cock deep inside his round full ass. He ground his naked cock into the sheets; precum flowed out letting the tip of his cock slip easily against their tight softness. He groaned softly as he imagined Clay writhing beneath him as his cock broke past the tight ring and settled into his husband's warm tight tunnel. He suddenly stopped and lifted his head up when he heard Roscoe bark.
Clay must be back, he thought. That was a quick trip.
BJ pushed Clay's pillow back to his side. He spread his naked body out on the bed, pulling one leg up so that his muscular ass looked like prime beef on display. He put his arms over his head as he heard footsteps softly and slowly up the stairs. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
He heard a soft "Mmmmm" and heard shoes and belt being removed. He felt the bed move as Clay pulled up against him in the bed. He felt a hand rubbing along his firm thigh and ass, then up his back. It pushed up into his hair and then down to his neck. BJ felt lips caress his earlobe gently, feeling the hot pulses of breath against his neck.
"Yes, Clay, that feels go good," Bobby-Jack softly moaned.
There was a gentle chuckle as he felt teeth teasing his earlobe, followed by a lick of a wet slick tongue.
