Wedding Heat: Hole In One (MMM) Read Free

virginity last night, and already he was
forced out of the closet like this? It made him want to be
angry. Want to be
angry. But Greg’s snarky smirk, the way he tossed his dark hair
about like a starlet of the silver screen… fuck… Joey felt all
gushy and gooey just looking at the guy.

    “Lovely to meet you, Vanessa.” Greg seemed
entirely calm, despite their hush. “Nice tats, but honey you don’t
need your T-shirt telling the world you’re a big dyke—your hair
does a good enough job. What’d you cut it with, hedge
trimmers?”
     
    In stunned silence, Vanessa gazed down at
her “You say DYKE like it’s a bad thing” top. Slowly, she reached
up and touched her short spires of blond hair, like she wanted to
affirm they were still there. “I… it…”
     
    For a moment, Joey wondered if this might be
the start of an all-out queen-versus-dyke food-fight smack-down,
but Greg turned quickly away from Vanessa and told him, “Ditch the
witch or we’ll miss our tee time.”
     
    “I don’t know how to play golf,” Joey said.
He’d told Greg that fact earlier this morning, while basking in the
bliss of orgasm, but he got the sense that Greg didn’t always
listen. Though they’d only met yesterday, Joey could already tell
Greg lived in his own little world—a world where he was the queen
and everyone else lived to serve him.
     
    “Don’t worry about it,” Greg chided, pulling
Joey to his feet.
     
    Joey hunched over, trying to pull his shirt
out of his pants so it would cover his erection. There was no
subtlety in the male body. And it had a mind of its own.
     
    They left Vanessa speechless and alone, but
didn’t make it past the hallway’s first alcove before Joey was
clawing at Greg’s over-the-top outfit. Pinning the guy against the
wall, Joey pressed his hard dick into the cave of Greg’s emaciated
belly.
     
    “What’s gotten into you?” Greg squealed, and
Joey hunched down, kissing his pink lips to shut him the fuck
up.
     
    Writhing against that slim
body, Joey growled, sucking Greg’s tongue like a dick. What had gotten into him?
Yesterday he was a virgin and today he had so much raw sexual
energy he couldn’t contain it.
     
    “God, I want you to blow me.” Joey didn’t
wait for an answer before crushing his lips against Greg’s and
kissing him hard.
     
    “Where?” Greg asked, breathless.
     
    “Here!” Joey grabbed Greg’s shoulders and
forced him to his knees just as the same elderly couple who’d given
Vanessa the stink-eye walked past.
     
    Greg must have been in this situation
before, because he leaned over nonchalantly and pretended to tie
his shoe. Joey would never have thought of that. As it stood, his
heart hammered against his ribcage just as hard as his dick pounded
his pants.
     
    When the couple moved out
of earshot, Greg stood up and said, “ Not here. I’m all for exhibitionism,
but it’s gotta be for the right voyeur. My family isn’t exactly the
audience I’m after.”
     
    Joey’s dick felt too huge for his pants,
like it might blow out the fly. He needed Greg’s mouth wrapped
around his cock. God, he’d do anything for that sucking, worshipful
warmth.
     
    “Where can we go?” His voice was rougher
than he’d intended. He didn’t want Greg to think he was yelling or
anything. “Sorry, just… fuck, I need it, man.”
     
    Slipping from the alcove,
Greg plastered on a sneaky smirk. “I think someone ’s taking someone for granted.” And with that,
he strutted down the hall.
     
    Sunlight blazed from outside, gleaming
through the door and painting one wall in searing streaks. Greg
stepped over the threshold without even glancing back to make sure
Joey was following.
     
    But of course Joey was following. Greg’s
mouth was the source of all the world’s pleasures. He’d follow that
guy to the ends of the earth.
     
    “Wait up, dude.” Joey raced after Greg,
struggling to think where they could be alone. Not in his family’s
room