Chapter 7

The early Saturday morning sun scorched the cracked skyline bathing the whole of Wolferton Valley in light. Even so early, July’s heatwave a merciless beast, transforming Reese Callahan’s cramped apartment into a musky furnace, thick with sweat, sawdust, and the primal pulse of raw desire. Jamie Carter, woke in Reese’s bed, naked, his black trunks and knee-high socks shed in last night’s haze, his lean frame trembling with excited as he dreamed about getting the chance to move beyond just rubbing down his idol, but also stroke his most intimate and intimidating cock until he exploded all over. His freckled cheeks glowed still coated with Reese’s dried load. Meanwhile, his mother’s boyfriend Reese, sprawled naked beside him, his bulk a chiseled deity taking up most of the queen sized bed. His broad shoulders, thick pecs, skull tattoo rippling on his scarred forearm, sweat tracing his abs to his half-hard cock, thick and veined. The apartment, a shrine of cum-stained pine and musky heat, bore their rituals’ marks, the green love seat sagging under a week’s torrential releases.

As the boys stirred, Tara Lynn’s key scraped the lock. Jamie’s heart pounded, a mix of terror, desire and submission. Reese softly growled, “Pup, down!” Jamie slid off the bed, naked skin prickling, as Tara entered, pulling off her Wolf’s Howl Motel uniform. She had been there for a few years, a solid job even if it didn’t pay that much. A recent promotion had put her in charge of the overnight shifts which provided plenty of adventures leaving her wired and aroused. “Fuckin’ hell, I might have a wild night, but fuck what a treat to come home to!” she rasped, eyes devouring Reese’s naked bulk—slabbed pecs, veined forearms, cock thickening. “When I got there, there was a trucker railing a hooker, bed slamming like a wrecking ball. They had left the blinds open. Got to see his cock really splitting her open. Then around midnight, find this hot young couple goin’ at it by the motel’s ice machine, moanin’ loud—got me so damn hot.” Reese smirked, flexing his abs, his hazel eyes flicking from Tara and her heavin’ tits, to Jamie hiding naked on the floor beside him. His cock twitching at the secret gaze.

Tara shed her shoes, motel skirt riding up, her arousal raw. Reese pulled her close, lips grazing her scarred neck, and flipped her into missionary, his thick cock slamming into her with feral force. Tara moaned, “Harder, Reese!” nails clawing his back, bed creaking like a storm. Jamie, poked his head up, peering from the edge of the bed. He saw Reese’s massive cock piston into Tara, heavy balls slapping, each thrust a spark in his core. His small cock, no penis, no his tiny peepee tingled, his naked body quaking as Reese’s eyes locked on his, a predatory glint fueling three rounds—missionary, spooning, and then doggy—Tara screaming, shuddering, and collapsing by mid-morning on cum-soaked sheets, passed out. Reese signaled Jamie to slip out, his grin wicked, cock dripping wet but still hard.

Reese pulled Jamie into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Soon the bathroom’s mildew tiles steamed under the scalding water. Reese stepped in, his sweat-slick bulk glistening, water cascading over chiseled abs. Jamie, followed, the hot water washing away last night prize. “Wash me, pup,” Reese grunted, handing Jamie musky soap. Jamie’s small hands trembled with raising excitement, lathering Reese’s broad shoulders, fingers sinking into slick muscle, tracing pecs, forearms, then kneeling to scrub thick thighs. At Reese’s feet, soaping calloused heels, Reese growled, “Pup, help your stud, aim me.” His thick cock loomed, water streaming down its length. Jamie’s small hand wrapped around the searing shaft, veins pulsing, his hand shaking with excitement as a hot stream of piss erupted, spraying his freckled chest, splashing his thighs, warm rivulets mixing with shower water. Jamie’s cheeks burned, the shakes’ lust surging, Reese’s hazel eyes blazing, “Fuck, pup, you got it on you. Like I was, fuck, marking my property.”

The air hung thick with steam, the shower’s heat mingling with the raw scent of sex and Reese’s possessive release. Jamie knelt on the slick tiles, his hands trembling with lingering lust, fingers twitching as if drawn to Reese’s still-throbbing cock. Reese’s dark eyes gleamed, his chest heaving, a predator savoring his claim. “Fuck, pup, you’re mine now,” he growled, voice low and gravelly, dripping with primal satisfaction. “Marked you good, didn’t I? My scent’s all over you, and I’m still so damn hard for you.”

Jamie’s gaze flicked up, bold yet submissive, his lust urging defiance. “Do it,” Reese rasped, his tone a filthy command, “stroke my cock, pup. Finish me off. I wanna see you worship it.” Jamie’s fingers curled around the slick, pulsing shaft, long and slow, hands gliding through a mess of soap, precum, and the faint tang of Reese’s earlier release. One hand gripped the base tight, anchoring Reese’s heat, while the other twisted along the thick veins, thumb circling the swollen, glistening head with deliberate tease. Reese’s hips bucked hard, a guttural “Fuck, yes!” tearing from his throat, his voice raw with need. “That’s it, pup, work it. Milk every damn drop outta me.”

The shower’s spray cascaded over them, water sluicing down Jamie’s freckled shoulders, mingling with the sweat and filth of their act. Reese’s breaths came sharp, his arousal spiking as he watched Jamie’s hands move, slick and relentless. “Look at you, so fuckin’ eager,” he taunted, his smirk wicked. “Bet you love this, don’t you? My cum’s gonna paint you again, mark you twice.” His fingers tangled in Jamie’s sandy curls, yanking hard to tilt his face up, forcing eye contact. “Say it, pup. Tell me you’re mine.”

Jamie’s lips parted, a shaky moan slipping free, but Reese wasn’t done. “Louder,” he demanded, voice thick with lust, “or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth ‘til you scream it.” Jamie’s strokes quickened, desperate, the wet slap of skin echoing in the tiled enclosure. Reese groaned, hips jerking, his cock pulsing in Jamie’s grip. “Fuck, gonna blow—take it, pup!” Cum erupted in thick, hot ropes, splattering Jamie’s chest, streaking across his freckled skin, and dripping into the grimy drain below. Reese’s growl was feral, triumphant. “That’s my good pup, wearin’ my load like a fuckin’ badge.”

He tugged Jamie’s curls again, softer this time, a possessive edge to his smirk. “Look at you, all messy and perfect,” he purred, voice still heavy with arousal. “Mine, every damn inch.” The shower’s steam curled around them, sealing their vow in heat and haze, the air electric with the promise of more.

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the tangled sheets where Tara stirred. Reese moved about the room, his attempt at stealth betrayed by the creak of floorboards and the rustle of his jeans as he tugged them on. His broad shoulders flexed as he moved, the faint musk of the morning’s passion still clinging to his skin. Tara’s eyes fluttered open, heavy with the delicious ache of her rollin’ orgasms, her body still humming from Reese’s touch. She propped herself on one elbow, the sheet slipping to reveal the curve of her hip, her voice a sleepy purr. “You’re not as soft as you think, stud.”

Reese turned, a lazy grin spreading across his face, his dark eyes glinting with leftover heat. “Didn’t mean to wake you, babe,” he drawled, voice low and rough, still carrying the edge of his lustful hunger. “Made you some tea, though. Come join us for breakfast. Mickey’s already fussin’ over the stove.” He stepped closer, leaning down to brush a slow, deliberate kiss across her forehead, his breath warm against her skin. “Unless you wanna stay in bed and let me tire you out again.”

Tara’s laugh was soft, a little hoarse, her body tingling at the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d claimed every inch of her. “Damn, stud,” she murmured, stretching languidly, her curves outlined by the sheet clinging to her sweat-damp skin. “You fucked me so good, I’m still seein’ stars. Think I’ll drag myself out there ... although...” Her fingers trailed teasingly down her own throat then down between her large breasts, a playful challenge in her eyes as she met his gaze.

Reese chuckled, a low, hungry sound, removing his belt with a deliberate slowness that made her pulse quicken, his jeans falling to the ground. “Don’t tempt me, woman, or breakfast’ll be cold.” He nodded toward the nightstand, where a steaming mug of tea waited, its herbal scent curling through the air—earthy, sweet, with a hint of something unplaceable.