Thursday, December 17, 2015

On the seventeenth day of December my true love gave to me...
Adjusting to the Situation - Granite County 3

Craig was restless. He wanted skin-on-skin contact. Not nurses with needles or therapists demanding that he rebuild the muscles of his chest and abdomen. He wanted his mouth or ass stretched tight around a hard dick, preferably with a hand tangled in his hair, demanding his submission. Man, he loved it when a man was strong enough to keep him in line. That didn’t happen often, and never for long.
Wearing the tightest pair of black jeans he owned and a deep emerald green silk shirt, Craig entered K&L’s Bar on a mission. The dim interior was only cut by the strobe lights slicing over undulating bodies on the dance floor.
Bypassing the bar, Craig made his way through the crowd. A few bold hands cupped his ass. Some slid over his package. A curly-haired woman, her heavy makeup looking grotesque in the flickering white light, stepped in front of him and ran her long-nailed hands up his chest.
Craig grabbed her wrists. Leaning closer, his put his lips near her ear and yelled above the pounding bass, “Not tonight, darling.”
Not tonight, not any night with a woman. In high school his older brother had made Craig and his twin a deal. They each had to take a girl on a date and attempt to be intimate with her. If it didn’t work out, he wouldn’t hassle them for being gay
Neither of them had liked the idea, but their older brother, Clark, was the only one who had any type of control over Craig or his twin, Cooper. At sixteen, they pretty much followed twenty-year-old Clark’s orders. Everyone else, they ignored.
Keeping their end of the deal, Craig and Cooper asked a couple of girls out on a double date. They both even managed to have sex with them. And they both vowed never to do that again. Ever.
Craig moved around the woman and stepped onto the dance floor. Within seconds he had a hard body behind him and tiny twink in front of him. The twink was rubbing their groins deliciously together. Craig decided the night was looking up.
K&L’s was the kind of bar where you left your profession, status in society, and inhibitions at the door. It was dark, alcohol flowed like a river and sex was on everyone’s mind.
Body swaying and hips thrusting to the beat, Craig let himself go. This was what he needed. Raising his arms above his head he closed his eyes and let the music take over.
“Get lost.”
The hard cock rubbing against Craig’s ass disappeared. The twink’s wandering hands dropped away and the dick sliding against his was gone. Craig forced his eyelids open and looked toward the deep voice ordering away his fun.
Holy fuck. In front of him stood a tall, long-haired Adonis. Craig’s cock pushed hard against the zipper of his pants. He had a weakness for men with dark skin and hair. This Native American pushed every one of his buttons.
In the flashing lights he saw penetrating dark eyes, slashes of eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a goatee encircling a firm chin and a pair of plump lips. A light sheen of sweat made the man’s dark skin shine.
Stepping forward, the man ordered, “Put your arms around me, baby, and show me what you can do.”
Immediately Craig slid his hands up over the wide chest, making sure his fingers traced over each pebbled nipple under the soft layer of thin black material. He didn’t stop until his body was stretched up against all of those hard muscles and his hands were locked behind the man’s thick neck. Craig estimated the guy must be around six-five, well above Craig’s own five-ten. So far Craig was in heaven.
Hands covered Craig’s hips. One long finger on each side of his waist forced its way under the tight band of his jeans.
Craig gave the man everything he ordered, dancing to the music and becoming totally alive in his obedience. Like a snake before the charmer, he found himself mesmerized by the big man’s movements. Craig’s body automatically following his lead.
Hands roughly pulled him forward until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. Their hips and entwined legs began a down and dirty dance, mimicking the act that Craig was craving.
“What’s your name, lovely man?” The deep voice next to his ear sent a skin prickling spasm throughout Craig body.
Lifting his head, Craig’s nose and mouth tangled in long silky tresses of hair. “Craig,” he answered. “What’s yours?”
“Synn,” the big man responded, sending a fresh rush of shivers along Craig’s skin.
“Yes you are,” Craig responded, leaning back in the big man’s arms. Looking him straight in the eyes, he said, “I know a place with a little privacy.”
Straight white teeth were startling in the dim lighting when Synn smiled. “Sounds good. Lead the way.”
Crossing the dance floor, Craig put an extra sway in his hips. He could feel many eyes on him, but his show was for Synn’s benefit only. Something about the man had Craig wanting to snare Synn’s complete attention.
Craig turned down a hallway where the bar’s small kitchen was located. At almost midnight on a weekday, it was closed. Entering the kitchen, Craig wasn’t surprised to hear moans coming from the corners of the dark room. Ignoring them he turned down a short hall and pulled open the storage closet door. Flipping the light switch on, Craig entered. After Synn moved past him, Craig shoved a large round garbage can in front of the door. It may not stop anyone from entering the room, but it would at least give them a warning. That taken care of, he turned toward the handsome man hoping Synn would give Craig what his body desperately needed.

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