The Boy Who Came in From the Cold by B. G. Thomas Read Free Book Online Page A

Todd’s mouth. Wide and soft, with stubble on his upper lip. What a kissable, kissable mouth. Gosh, what is this kid doing to me? You’d think I was fifteen with a runaway libido.
    “Um….” Gabe noticed the stubble across Todd’s cheeks as well. He had wide sideburns, which Gabe didn’t usually like, but somehow they worked for Todd. He had a patch of hair on his chin as well, this fuller and obviously something the young man had elected, at least recently, to let grow. But Gabe would still bet Todd would like to shave. The growth down his neck had to be itchy. Gabe turned, started to bend over at the sink, thought better of it—giving the boy another view of his ass and possibly some dangly bits might not be a good idea—and turned back. “There’s a package of disposable razors in the
    bottom drawer if you want to shave,” he said. “And an extra toothbrush or two.”
“For all those hot guys you have coming over?” Todd asked.
    Gabe couldn’t believe it, but he was blushing all the more, despite how long it had been since he’d been with a man. No time for the most part, and tricks and one-night stands didn’t hold much interest for him. The fact that he’d invited Todd up for sex was not his usual modus operandi.
    Liar. You know exactly why.
Fine. He knew.
Brett. He reminds you of Brett .
They’re nothing alike!
    “No men. I just have a dentist who gives out a new brush every time I go in. I like to get an extra appointment in every year. They stack up.”
Todd nodded. “Thanks. A lot. My mouth tastes like crap and my body feels like I’ve rolled in it. I needed this more than I can say.”
    “No problem.” Another pause. For a second there, it felt like Todd was going to kiss him. Had he actually risen up on his toes…? He noticed Todd’s toes and damn, even they were sexy. A man’s feet. Wide, a scattering of hair across their tops, with strong-looking toes that lined up the way Gabe liked them and not with the second toe being longer than….
    And then Todd did kiss him. Rose up and gave him a little chaste kiss that hit Gabe like a wrecking ball. He might have even moaned. Please, God, no. Tell me I didn’t moan .
“Thank you,” Todd said, his face totally pink. “Thank you for everything.”
     
Gabe nodded, not trusting his voice. He turned to leave the bathroom.
     
“Night,” said Todd.
    “Night,” Gabe managed. He shut the door behind him and went straight to his room and closed his own, turned off the light, and headed
    right to the bed. His nightshirt was up, over, off, and on the floor faster than a magician could have done. Gabe was on the bed and had barely touched himself when his semi-erection, heavy and thick, arched up and filled into an almost painfully hard pillar. He took his cock, already leaking, in his fist, the fingers of his other hand just grazing his nipples, and in record time he was splashing his chest and belly with his semen. He groaned in pleasure, biting down on his lower lip to try and suppress the shout he wanted to release. Shower running or not, he didn’t want Todd to hear.
Surprisingly, after that he was able to slip off to sleep.
    T
ODD climbed in the shower and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, saw his lightly furry butt and thought of Gabe’s. The abrupt view of the man’s ass had startled him. And what an ass. Big, but solid and muscular, and smooth as marble. He’d felt a strange compulsion to touch it, but hadn’t, of course, thank God. What would that have started? The thought made his cock rear up, tall and proud, with a suddenness that made Todd’s eyes widen. A wave of arousal hit him, unexpected and strong.
    Shit. I’m hard thinking about a man’s ass.
Not gay. I can’t be. Just freaked out is all. Tired.
Weak.
He started the water, found a temperature just south of scalding,
    turned on the shower head and discovered heaven. It felt good. So damned good. It hadn’t even been quite