Chapter 13

“It’s okay. Lots of us have been down that Rocky road,” the boy said, then laughed mirthlessly at his own pun. “You need a drink.” Wesley got up and went to the bar without asking what Dan might want. When he came back he had two tall drinks in his hands.

“What’s this?” Dan asked.

“I call ‘em high octane forgetfulness.” He handed a glass to Dan, raised his, and offered a toast. “To all the men whose hearts Roscoe Santani has fucked with.”

They clinked glasses.

“Drink up,” Wesley said.

Three…or was it four, drinks later, Dan and Wesley stumbled into a cheap motel room not far from The Flame. Dan kicked the door shut with his foot as he pushed Wesley backwards, holding the boy’s face in his hands. He kissed the young man as if the world were ending and this were his last chance at love.

Wesley kissed back with equal intensity, while at the same time unbuckling Dan’s belt, unzipping his fly, and pushing his shorts and briefs down to the floor. Then Wesley dropped to his knees and engulfed Dan’s swollen shaft.

As Wesley’s head bobbed back and forth, Dan divested himself of his shirt, then held Wesley’s head in his hands, forcing himself deeper into Wesley’s mouth. Wesley reached around and squeezed Dan’s ass muscles as Dan flexed and relaxed in rhythm to Wesley’s sucking.

As his orgasm approached, Dan pulled Wesley off and up to kiss him again. Dan pulled the boy’s shirt off over his head and flung it aside. Both men ran hands over backs and buttocks as their ardent kissing continued.

Dan pushed Wesley down on the bed. Roughly he pulled off the young man’s shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs. Then Dan stood over Wesley, stroking his throbbing cock. He surveyed the sight of Wesley’s beautiful, youthful body as the boy lay before him. Wesley raised a leg and ran it between Dan’s legs up to his balls.

Wesley was slender and hairless except for a small patch at the base of his hard dick, which the boy now waved in Dan’s direction. There was a hungry smile on Wesley’s handsome face.

Dan dropped to his knees and let his lips slide all the way down the turgid shaft. He sucked the boy’s cock and balls. Then instinctively he lifted the young man’s legs and licked and probed Wesley’s hole.

Wesley writhed and moaned on the bed, reaching for Dan’s head and pressing Dan deeper into his ass.

“Fuck me,” Wesley moaned. “I need you inside me!”

Both men were too drunk to worry about protection. Dan stood and laid Wesley’s legs on his shoulders. Then, as if he’d been fucking men all his life, pressed the head of his cock against Wesley’s hole and slid inside. The sensation was mind-blowing. Never had Dan felt anything so wonderful. Wesley was tight and as smooth as velvet inside. He gripped Dan’s cock like a vice. Dan looked down on the boy beneath him. Waves of sexual excitement bordering on fury swept through him. With his whole being he wanted to weld himself and his maleness to Wesley’s. He wanted to fill Wesley with his manhood, to plant his seed deep inside the younger man. He lifted Wesley’s feet and kissed the soles as he thrust his cock deep inside Wesley’s body.

Finally, as his orgasm began to build, Dan bent down, took Wesley in his arms, and kissed him with intense urgency. Dan began to shoot. Volley after volley of warm fluid was being pumped deep into Wesley’s body.

He could feel Wesley pressing himself against his stomach, heard a strangled groan, and felt the warm sticky flow from Wesley’s cock coat his abs with semen.

Dan raised himself up and leaned on his hands. He looked down at Wesley. The young man’s eyes were closed. He was still breathing heavily. There was a look of deep satisfaction on his face. Wesley ran his hands up and down Dan’s arms.

Dan could feel his dick softening. He let it slip out and lowered himself once more to kiss Wesley. This time the kiss was tender, gentle. Wesley responded by wrapping his arms around Dan, pulling him close.

Slowly Dan turned on his side, pulling Wesley with him. They lay, face to face, gazing into each other’s eyes. After a while Wesley laid his head on Dan’s shoulder and idly ran his fingers through Dan’s chest hair. Then, although he never stopped rubbing Dan’s chest, Wesley’s breathing became deeper.

Dan knew the boy had fallen asleep.

Dan ran his fingers tenderly across Wesley’s face, lips, and through his white blond hair with its dark roots. He looked at the sleeping boy and sighed. Here they were, two Roscoe Santini rejects, finding solace in each other’s arms.