Brendan led Adam through the house to his room. Once there he dropped his bags, took Adam’s from him and kicked the door shut as he took Adam in his arms and pinned him to the wall, knocking his new Stetson to the floor.
“I been waitin’ for this ever since I saw you walk down the concourse at the airport,” Brendan said, kissing Adam as he turned him and pushed him backwards onto the bed.
Adam pulled Brendan down on top of him, held him close and returned the kiss with his own rising passion.
Brendan stood up. He threw his cap to the floor, slipped off his jacket, unbuttoned and removed his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and khakis. He stood smiling down on Adam while rubbing his erect c**k through his white briefs, a spot of pre-c*m forming where the tip of his d**k pressed again
