Leslie, you are one gorgeous writer! Stay with us, please, and write us a sequel!
How about the very, very famous peanut butter blow job? Ha ha, does this bring back memories! From "A Love Born From Steel," chapter 2.
They ended up staying at the cabin for an extra day. The “celebratory fuck” turned into an ongoing event, and Ennis finally achieved his dream of “fuckin’ Jack’s brains out.” To be honest, at the end of it, Ennis wasn’t quite sure where his brains were either. Like a pair of horny teenagers, they lunged at each other with a ferocity born of passion, and a hunger born of years of repressed emotion. “I think we let the genie out of the bottle,” said Jack.
“I told you that lover fucks was gonna be diffr’nt,” replied Ennis. They screwed on the bed, on the floor, in the worn easy chair, and even on the porch, which happened when Ennis grabbed Jack from behind when Jack had gone out to piss. When they got hungry, Ennis made more peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Ennis took a big bite of one and suddenly, Jack pulled him in for a kiss, and with his tongue, fished the bite of sandwich out of Ennis’s mouth. “What am I, the mama bird?” Ennis drawled.
“Yup, feedin’ her little baby chick,” said Jack, as he broke off another bite of sandwich and put it in Ennis’s mouth.
Jack found other uses for the peanut butter, too, slathering it on Ennis’s erect cock and then slowly, slowly, licking it off. Ennis groaned in pleasure, “Jack, please…”
“Hold on, cowboy, I gotta get it nice and clean,” said Jack, “I ain’t letting you shove no peanut butter up my ass.”
But even with the games, the playing, and the rough and tumble sex, they both knew that there was a difference—no longer just fucking, it was truly making love, and they felt as if they were trying to merge their bodies and souls into one as they pressed ever closer. Jack looked deep into Ennis’s eyes and saw an intensity and ardor he had never seen before. “Is that what love looks like?” he asked and Ennis pulled him close.
“I don’t know what it looks like, but I can sure as hell tell you what it feels like, and shit, it feels good. Rodeo, I love you,” he said.