Need Your Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The bitter scotch and sweet ginger soda sloshed around in Garrett’s stomach along with the heavy emotions of attraction and shame. After refilling their drinks, Garrett followed Eron outside.

“You staying clear of the locker rooms today, Lassiter?” an older man asked Eron once they were outside. The other members of his golfing party chuckled at the question.

Eron kept walking, but yelled over his shoulder, “You’re safe today, but watch out come next Father’s Day!”

The men laughed harder and waved him off. With admirable comfort and ease, Eron strutted through the gardens as if he owned the place. Eron had grown up with the country club set, while Garrett was the visitor. While Johnette insisted he take her to such places, he’d never justified the expense.

“What was that about?” Garrett asked as he followed Eron through the trees.

“When I was fifteen or sixteen, I broke into the locker rooms on the night before the big Father/Son golf tournament every Father’s Day. I switched the men’s clubs with ladies’ clubs.”

“That’s hilarious!”

“I wanted my dad to have a good day and we won the tournament.”

“I bet you did. They still remember that?”

“Once a rebel, always a rebel.”

Following Eron’s lead, Garrett tamped down his unease and followed Eron through the trees, a strange environment with a strange and obviously mischievous man. Fear and pleasure fought with each other while he followed Eron down the path to a bench beneath a canopy of trees.

“Let’s sit here for a few minutes.”

As Garrett took a seat, he instinctively moved away when his thigh brushed up against Eron’s. With a grin, Eron pressed his leg closer. Caught off guard by Eron’s raised eyebrow, Garrett rested his leg against Eron’s, soothed by the warmth and naturalness of the gesture.

A group of golfers not far away bitched about their game, the heat, and the condition of the course. Mesmerized by the swoosh of the golfer’s swings and the knock of the clubs against the golf balls, Garrett sat in silence, the heat of his contact with Eron on simmer.

“Beautiful out here,” Garrett said once they’d gone out of sight. Garrett stole glances at Eron’s crotch to see if he could tell where his c**k might lie.

“I’ve always liked this part of the club better than the clubhouse, dining room, or golf course.”

“What do you do?”

Eron shrugged and took a sip of his drink before answering. “I’m a lawyer, just like my dad.”

Garrett didn’t say anything. Although his father wanted him to go to college, Allen always thought he’d come work at the station.

“My dad wanted me to have a profession, to be able to make a living and support a family. I wanted to be more like my mother and help people out. So I practice law with the ACLU,” Eron said.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

Eron shrugged. “It made everyone happy, but it’s not necessarily what I thought my life would be like.”

“Where did you go to school?”

“Harvard Law.”

Of course.

“You?” For the first time since they stopped at the bench, Eron studied Garrett and didn’t take a drink before talking. Eron turned to face him and smiled

“I went from high school into the Army and spent three years in Korea. Then I stayed on the island and went to LIATI.”

“I thought that was an agriculture and engineering school?”

“It had a small business department back then.”

“And now you work in a bank?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

Eron smiled. “I asked Susan.”

Garrett appreciated his blush.

“On the weekends I help my dad’s friend at the flea market.”

“That sounds interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about buying something second hand.”

“They just don’t make stuff like they used to,” Garrett said. “For some, it’s a way to afford quality furniture.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Eron rested his arm upon the back of the bench, the touch inviting against Garrett’s back. Neither man said anything as another group of golfers went by,

“That feels good,” Garrett said. When Eron didn’t move his arm out of the way, Garrett gingerly put his hand on Eron’s knee.

Eron stilled. “So you’ve felt it, too?”

Garrett pulled his hand back. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Listen. I don’t know what’s going on and apparently you don’t either, but all I want to do right now is kiss you.”

Frozen with panic and the frankness of Eron’s words, Garrett stared, his mouth open.

The cockiness and bravado drained out of Eron’s face. “I’ve never done anything like this,” Garrett said.

“Uh, neither have I…I mean, it’s been a long time. I was thirteen or fourteen.” For a moment, the brashness returned.

“Really? I never had the guts to mess around in school or the army.”

“My mother caught me and made sure I had no free time until I went away to college.”

Garrett chuckled. “That couldn’t have been good.”

Eron surveyed the area for any more golfers, and then inspected Garrett’s blue eyes. Recognizing permission, Eron drew closer to Garrett, licked his lips, and moved to kiss him. Garrett moved ever so slightly that Eron’s lips landed on his upper lip and part of his nose.

The noses were always a problem on the first kiss, but Eron’s was bigger than any person he had ever kissed. Then there was the matter of stubble. Garrett’s beard wasn’t nearly as thick as Eron’s. Garrett savored the brush of Eron’s heavy whiskers against his own face.

They adjusted their angle and found each other’s lips. Eron pushed himself closer, smashing his mouth into Garrett’s even harder. They jerked apart when another group of golfers interrupted their kiss.

Eron grabbed his hand after he caught his breath. “Let’s go over here where it’s a bit more secluded,”

He followed Eron through the vegetation, onto a path that gave them more privacy. Garrett trudged behind on weakened knees. While he’d never kissed another man before, he wanted more of Eron’s lips on his.

Eron led them to a secluded spot. Garrett stood with his hands in his pockets, trying to rearrange his hard d**k, while Eron took off his jacket and laid it on the ground.

“Here, sit down,” Eron said as he patted a small patch of cloth next to him.

Garrett winced. “Are you sure? I’d hate to ruin your suit jacket.”

“It’s old and I have plenty, come on, sit.”

Garrett took off his jacket and hung it on a tree branch, while Eron adjust himself. When Garrett sat down, Eron tentatively touched the top of Garrett’s hand then intertwined their fingers. Garrett stared at their interwoven fingers and reveled in Eron’s strong but soft touch.

Eron laid back and pulled Garrett on top of him. As instinct melted away inhibition, Garrett ground against Eron’s crotch and found Eron’s lips again. This time, he explored Eron’s mouth with his tongue, tasting sweet and bitter, a perfect blend of the scotch, ginger ale, and tobacco.

Garrett straddled Eron and unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. “Let me get this off you.” He tugged Eron’s undershirt over his head to admire his hairy chest.

“I like how you think.” Eron pulled his shirt off.

Garrett’s hard c**k strained against the zipper. The constriction excited and frustrated him at the same time. His ass itched to have Eron play with his butt. He never forgot the exhilaration when he realized what his father meant by “getting screwed over without so much as a reach around.” Although the phrase was a slur, Garrett couldn’t help but get excited when he heard it. Garrett moved his aching butt down to feel the strain of Eron’s c**k against his suit pants.

This is really happening.

Garrett crushed his pelvis into Eron as he explored Eron’s hairy chest. Garrett groaned, their hard c***s pressed against each other. He tugged playfully at the rough hair that was foreign to his own body. Garrett was light where Eron was dark. Though Garrett’s hands were tan, they paled by comparison to the skin on Eron’s chest. Eron had a full patch of dark, wiry hair on his pecs, while his own chest remained smooth.

Opposites do attract.

In the showers in the army, Garrett had always admired the men who were a bit hairier than he was, and now he understood why. He never had a feeling better than running his hands through the rough chest hair that covered Eron. Well, there might be another patch of hair Garrett wanted to run his hands through. Then he froze.

While Garrett massaged Eron’s chest, he removed Garrett’s dress shirt. As Eron lifted Garrett’s undershirt over his head, Garrett hugged Eron’s torso while he did a modified sit up. Eron took a deep breath while Garrett rested for a moment. Garrett’s ass and his own boxers constricted the movement of his d**k.

He lay back down on Eron’s chest and hugged him tightly. Garrett’s pulse pounded in his temple. His blood rushed through his ears.

“What’s wrong?” Eron asked. When Garrett didn’t say anything, Eron lifted his hips enough to rearrange his pants and boxers.

Garrett hesitated. “I’ve never done this before,” Garrett said after a bit. His lips vibrated against Eron’s chest.

Eron’s c**k pressed against Garrett’s pelvis.

“Neither have I.”

Garrett pushed himself up. “I thought you said you messed around in junior high or something like that.”

“We never did it.”

“Oh.”

Eron took a deep breath and rubbed Garrett’s arms. The gentle act confirmed that Eron wanted him.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on either. I haven’t looked at another guy in a long time, but you’ve caught my attention.”

Garrett smiled at the comment. “Really?”

Eron shrugged as best he could, pinned to the ground with Garrett on top of him.

“Yeah. I mean, I put those feelings behind me and did what everyone else thought I should do.”

“What’s it about me?”

“I don’t know.” Eron pulled him back down and kissed him again. Garrett relaxed into Eron. After a few minutes, Eron pull Garrett’s waistband closer to his face. Garrett’s tension leached away, making him putty in Eron’s hands before the resistance returned.

“What’s wrong?” Eron asked.

“I don’t know what you want from me?”

“I want to see your cock.”

“Oh.” Garrett lifted himself closer to Eron’s face and undid his belt.

“Let me.”

Eron moved the belt out of the way and unfastened Garrett’s suit pants. Eron massaged the strained outline of Garrett’s shaft through the material. In one swift movement, he pulled down the waistband of Garrett’s underwear and tucked it under his balls.

If anyone had told him the day before that he’d have his crotch in another man’s face on Saturday evening, Garrett would have never believed them. Now, in the woods that surrounded Bensonhurst Country Club, that’s just what was happening.

Eron stared for a while before Garrett thrust his c**k into his face. Eron opened his mouth and accepted Garrett’s shaft. Not that he knew what he was doing, or admitted to, but this was the best blowjob Garrett had ever had.

Garrett tossed his head back and closed his eyes. He chuckled to himself. Eron stopped sucking. “Now what?”

Garrett opened his eyes. “Nothing. I’m sorry.”

“We can stop?”

“No!” The words came out more desperate than Garrett wanted. “I mean…no, I want this.”

Eron smiled. “Good.”

Garrett pushed himself up and squashed his pants and underwear down. He stepped out of them, appreciating the liberty from his clothing. Just like with his jacket, Garrett carefully folded and placed his pants neatly on the ground.

Even in the shade, he sweated. Garrett stood, in nothing but his dress socks. Garrett gulped as Eron pulled him down, rolled on top of him, and kissed him again, as if he couldn’t get enough. Eron’s hard c**k pressed hard against Garrett’s and Garrett met every thrust, every stroke.

Eron kissed him from his chin and down to his chest. Garrett arched his back when Eron played with Garrett’s n*****s.

“You like that?” Eron asked.

“Uh huh.” Garrett groaned.

“You’ll like this even more.”

Eron licked the underside of the shaft, then he pushed Garrett’s legs up. The desire in Garrett’s ass intensified. He silently begged Eron to continue, down Garrett’s shaft to his balls to his opening. Eron slowed his urgency.

“That still feels good.”

Garrett groaned again. Lust and anxiety coursed through Garrett’s body. After twenty years of fantasizing about s*x with men, Eron’s mouth on Garrett’s c**k was right and natural, as was Eron searching for his hole.

Eron pushed against his thighs just a bit. Garrett rocked his hips to give him access for which Eron kept searching. A warm breeze blew across his opening and sensitive balls. “I…I want you…inside.”

Eron pressed a finger to Garrett’s hole. “I want that, too, more than you know.”

“Be gentle,” came out of Garrett’s mouth before he could stop it.

“I will,” Eron whispered.

Eron continued to massage the outside rim. Garrett closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Without warning, Eron stuck a dry finger inside. Garrett opened his eyes as he scooted away from Eron’s invading digit.

“I’m sorry,” Eron said. “Let me try again.” Eron’s pleaded for forgiveness through his dark blue eyes. Those eyes had already captured a part of Garrett.

Eron stuck his finger in his mouth first and then tried again. The saliva left on his finger was enough to breach Garrett’s tight pucker. Once in, his ring of muscle tightened around Eron’s finger. As natural as breathing, Garrett’s ass relaxed after a moment and accepted the penetration.

“That’s good.”

Eron started to withdraw and Garrett’s ass clamped tight. Eron could barely pull it out and push it back in. Once again, Garrett arched his back and inhaled deeply. A moan escaped his lips, his verbal response confirming the pleasure his body experienced.

Eron pulled his finger out and repositioned his hands on the back of both of Garrett’s thighs. He placed his hard c**k in between his ass cheeks. Eron’s c**k fit exactly. Eron’s heat transferred onto Garrett’s channel.

Eron pivoted his c**k on Garrett’s hole. He gazed into Garrett’s blue eyes. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” Garrett whispered back.

Eron sucked in his cheeks in an effort to get as much spit as he could and spat on his c**k. Eron pushed into Garrett’s tight channel, slow and steady in one stroke. Garrett seethed. Eron’s finger wasn’t anywhere near as painful as his thicker and longer c**k.

“Are you okay?” Eron asked him.

My ass is on fire and I want to s**t out your c**k.

“Yes,” Garrett lied. Garrett wanted to tell him it felt like his c**k went clear up his throat.

“I…I’ve never done this before…need more spit?”

“Sure.”

Eron withdrew a bit and spit on his c**k. He pushed his way back into Garrett’s channel, more gently than before. Instinctively, Garrett put his hands on Eron’s hips in an effort to stop them from going any deeper. The desire to have Eron inside him overcame the pain as Eron’s shaft eased back into his passage. Garrett’s muscle wrapped itself around Eron’s c**k. In no time at all, the burning stopped. Between the tenderness and extra saliva, Garrett once again arched his back in pleasure .

With each slow rock, they found their rhythm. Garrett exhaled and relaxed when Eron pushed into him. He took in a deep breath and clamped when Eron withdrew.

Garrett forced his hand between their two bodies to stroke his own c**k, already lubricated by sweat and pre-ejaculate. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to start bubbling in his balls.

As Garrett got closer to orgasm, the part of his ass that burned earlier all of the sudden zinged with pleasure as the head and shaft of Eron’s c**k careened over it with each thrust. Eron thrust inside him hard. It was all he needed to erupt.