Leaving Home by Chase, A. (life books to read .txt) 📗

before Max could say anything else.

What the hell was he thinking? Was he seriously contemplating sleeping with Chaz? A

man he didn’t really know, and suspected of having a drug problem? God, he had to be the

stupidest person alive, because nothing good would come of a relationship like that.

He thought about Chaz’s smile and how Chaz had teased him about intimate moments.

His cock was still semi-hard at the thought of being fucked by Chaz, from his imagining

putting his mouth around Chaz’s erection to see what the man tasted like.

Peter admitted to himself that Chaz was the first guy he couldn’t stop thinking and

fantasising about. So yes, he was seriously considering letting Chaz take him to bed. He’d have to keep his heart out of it, though, because he knew Chaz wasn’t planning anything

permanent. He was leaving in two weeks, and there probably wouldn’t be any talk of staying in touch.

Well, having his first fling at the age of thirty might seem like a little late, but Peter figured it was better late than never. He’d take what Chaz gave him, and not cry when the man left.

He turned the radio on, hoping the music would stop the thoughts running through his

mind. He’d drive himself crazy if he kept worrying about it.

Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the driveway leading up to the main house. Chaz

had stayed in sight the entire time. Peter parked in his usual spot, and Chaz halted next to him. After turning off his truck, Peter climbed out then walked to the porch where he waited for Chaz.

Margie opened the door, and smiled. “I’m glad he decided to come and stay with us.”

“Are you really?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, I am. Maybe we’ll be able to help him. He just needs people who care to keep an

eye on him.” Margie’s smile brightened as Chaz approached the porch. “I hope you enjoy

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your stay with us. Peter can show you where the washer and dryer are, so you can wash any of your dirty clothes.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I do appreciate you opening your house to me.” Chaz grinned.

“It’s not my house. You can thank Master Leslie when you see him.”

Margie led the way in, and Peter walked with Chaz to the guest suite Chaz had used

last night.

“I’ll let you unpack, then I’ll show you where the laundry room is.”

Before he could turn to walk away, Chaz reached out to grab his arm. Peter found

himself dragged into the room, then pressed against the closed door.

“What the hell?”

He didn’t get anything else out because Chaz crushed their mouths together. When

Peter gasped, Chaz swept his tongue in. Peter sucked on it, and Chaz grunted. The kiss went nuclear. Peter had never had a man kiss him like he wanted to devour him, but that was

exactly what Chaz seemed to be doing.

Peter encircled Chaz’s waist with his arms, then pulled Chaz closer, so their bodies

were mashed together. He whimpered in annoyance when their clothes got in the way. He

tugged Chaz’s T-shirt out of his jeans, running his fingers over Chaz’s skin. Chaz shivered and moaned at his touch, giving Peter a sense of power. He slid his hand around to trace

Chaz’s belly button, then up to rub his thumb over Chaz’s nipple.

Chaz moaned. “Christ! The way your hands feel on me. You’re driving me crazy.”

Peter smiled at the thought of a virgin like him driving a man like Chaz insane with

desire, but he’d do his best. He spread his legs, bringing their hips into contact. They both groaned as their erections rubbed.

“I want to be naked and lying down with you,” he muttered.

“I think we can manage that.”

He whined a little when Chaz stepped away from him, but Chaz took his hand and led

him to the bed. Peter didn’t take his time stripping.

“Peter, you can go slow. We have all the time in the world,” Chaz said with a wink.

“I know, but I don’t want to go slow now. I want it fast and hard, then next time can be

slow.” Peter let his shoes drop to the floor before he unfastened his belt to get his pants off.

“If we go fast, I don’t have to worry about being a virgin and not having any idea how to do this.”

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Chaz chuckled. “Sweetheart, just do what makes you feel good. I’m assuming you have

done more than jerk off?”

Peter cleared his throat as he nodded. “Sure. I might be a virgin in that I’ve never

actually had sex with someone, but yeah, I’ve touched myself. I’ve watched pornos and stuff like that as well.”

“Then you have an idea of what you like and don’t like. The rest is all details, and I’ll help you figure it out.”

Chaz wiggled his eyebrows, and Peter couldn’t help but laugh. He’d never thought

joking would be part of having sex, but he found he liked it. He relaxed slightly, more than happy to know it didn’t seem to matter to Chaz that he didn’t have any experience.

He stripped his pants off, then removed his shirt, allowing both of them to land

somewhere behind him. Peter shifted nervously on his feet, fighting the urge to cover his groin with his hands.

“Peter, don’t be ashamed or embarrassed. You are the hottest thing I’ve seen in

forever.” Chaz strolled up to him before resting his hands on Peter’s hips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes. I want to do this, and I want you to be my first.”

“You don’t know how much I love hearing that.” Chaz glanced down.

He looked down and gasped. Chaz’s erection was inches away from his own—it wasn’t

as long as his, but it was fatter. He’d seen bigger in the movies he watched, and he knew they’d fit in those guys’ asses, but he wasn’t entirely sure Chaz’s would fit in his.

Letting his gaze trail slowly over Chaz’s groin, Peter licked his lips. He wanted to taste him. Peter dropped to his knees, then wrapped his hand around Chaz’s shaft.