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Welcome to the hot and sultry month of August. Temperatures rise here in the southern United States as we start the August Alfresco event!
And with the hike in temperatures comes a yearning for the weekend.
What are the three words that can get the heart thumping, send blood pressure though the roof, and make the very breath in your chest freeze? That can make a grown person yell with unabashed joy, have their hands shake with excitement, and bring tears to their eyes in relief? What are three little words that are worth their weight in gold?
That’s right… a long weekend.
Those three little words are some of the most important in our vocabulary, aren’t they? I no longer work, but when I did… I lived for three-day weekends. Yes, yes, I had summers off because I taught, but those weekends made the other ten months somewhat bearable.
This story is about life getting in the way of a relationship and two men who refuse to continue to let that happen. It’s about reconnecting and the joy of finding themselves once again and meeting their needs. And yes, there is humor, lol.
Sometimes, a three-day weekend can be a life savior, lol.
The Yellow Rope
A cranky submissive...
Luke Walker is tired. He spends long hours between his job as a teacher assistant at an elementary school and helping out his family at their restaurant. Coupled with the fact that his degree is going to waste, he’s discouraged and fatigued by too much work and endless southern heat, and not enough time spent with his live-in partner.
An understanding Dom...
Gage Holt has been on both sides of the fence. He believes that in order to be a good Dom, one has to understand being a sub. Unfortunately, he’s had some bad experiences in pursuit of that knowledge, and suffered a great deal. But that’s in the past now.
A long weekend...
Three little days... Gage is determined to see that his man gets what he needs in every way he can give it to him. Anything to remove the dark circles from beneath his beautiful eyes. For the next seventy-two hours, he’s going to pamper his boy—in his way. He’ll fight a bull that hates him, battle with a crusty old woman at a gift shop who snubs him, and deal with the never-ending lack of money just to bring the shine back to Luke’s eyes.
Luke will relax and have some fun, even if Gage has to tie him to whatever flat surface happens to be handy.
Forty-five minutes later, they were at the pond, a blanket spread out and the cooler set in the shade. They borrowed a couple of lawn chairs and some poles from Luke’s parents. They were all set.
Luke cast his line, then sat, a happy sigh releasing from his lips. He had a pole in one hand, a cold drink in the other, and his partner nearby. “This is heaven.”
“Man, yeah. It just doesn’t get any better, Gage. I’m glad you thought of this.”
“Well, you deserved it after all that’s been going on.” Gage ruffled Luke’s hair as he pulled up a lawn chair. “I have to say, I haven’t seen you this relaxed in a while.”
“You’ve made sure of it. And you’re right, I needed this, and you, very badly. I feel great now.” Luke kicked back in the chair. “And I have to say—shit, I got a nibble! Yeah, yeah, I got…whoa!”
Luke jumped up from his chair. He’d fixed his pole for catfish and, from the feel of it, he had a good-sized one. He jerked the pole up, setting the hook. And the fight was on. “It’s gotta be huge, Gage! Damn,” Luke fought the fish, trying to reel it in. “It’s trying to pull me in!”
“Don’t let it get away.” Gage sat in his chair, watching Luke fight the fish.
“Get away? Damn thing may be hauling me in. I may end up on some cave wall as a drawing done by this thing!”
Gage laughed as Luke finally dragged the thing up on the bank. “Nice size, even if it is a little on the small side.”
“Ha! Says the man who has caught nothing. Okay, admire my catch, then I’m going to release it.”
Gage waited until Luke released the fish, then stood. Smirking, he walked over to where Luke was wiping his hands, grabbed Luke by the collar of his shirt, turned, and walked to the blanket, dragging Luke behind him. “Hey, look, I’ve caught something!”
“What are you doing?” Luke, laughing, followed along.
“About to admire my catch.” Gage tugged Luke down onto the blanket.
“Strip.” Gage’s eyes burned with a hot, sexy look.
“Gage…Okay, okay, stripping!” Luke peeled off his clothes quickly. The warm air brushed against his body, making him shiver in the heat. His length stood straight up, begging for attention.
“Hands and knees. Ass in the air.”
Which Luke knew, translated, meant he was about to be fucked hard and fast. Turning his head, he watched Gage unearth some lube from the cooler. Damn, that shit was gonna be cold. He braced as Gage stripped and settled behind him. Fingers covered in—sure enough—cold lube teased his hole. One finger worked its way in and curled, looking for his hot spot.
“Gonna be fast,” Gage panted.
“Yeah,” Luke moaned as Gage nailed his prostate. He hissed, feeling the cold from the lube. “Jesus, right there!”
Another finger slipped in, and the two digits worked to stretch him. Gage slapped his ass, earning another moan from Luke as cool fingers wrapped around his prick, stroking fast. The sun beat down on their naked bodies, sweat covering them both as Gage worked another finger inside.
The guardian muscle loosened, and Gage all but growled as he released Luke’s cock so he could slick himself up. Luke would come, but only by Gage fucking him. He was determined Luke would scream for him. He wanted to hear the echo around them as he pleasured his lover. Holding Luke’s hips, he positioned himself.
Gage slammed home, burying himself to the hilt as Luke arched his back. A startled yelp had him waiting, the need to move biting him hard. Panting, swearing up a storm, Luke hissed for him to get to it. With a choked laugh, he did as he ordered. Hips pistoning, he rode Luke hard, giving his lover all he had.
Sweat dripped in his eyes as Luke’s channel squeezed his prick. Luke pushed back, slamming against Gage as hard as he could. There was nothing sweet about this. Finally, with a sharp scream, Luke came. Come spewed out in front of him as Gage continued to stroke, teeth gritted.
“Come in me, Gage. Give it to me…” Luke struggled to stay up as Gage pounded his ass. “Love ya, babe.”
Gage threw his head back, Luke’s words triggering his orgasm. With a scream of his own, he filled Luke as white lights blinked at him, his head swimming. With a gasp, he fell against Luke and both of them sank to the blanket. Gasping, Luke giggled under Gage.
“How the hell do you have enough energy to laugh? And what are you laughing at?”
“If I get that kind of reaction from catching one fish…well, then, I’ll have to see how many I can come up with today.”
Gage slipped out and he rolled over. “We’re gonna kill each other.”
“Yup.” Luke sighed happily. “Can’t wait.”
“You’re crazy, and I love you, too.”
Luke cleaned up while Gage lay on the blanket, watching.
Luke threw the wet wipes he’d used in a trash bag. “You could’ve pulled out, you know.”
“Yeah, could’ve.” Gage raised an eyebrow as he reached for his drink. “Honestly, didn’t think of it.”
“Next time…try. Try real hard.”
Gage laughed. “Sorry, babe. I don’t know what you’re worried about, though, it’s not like anyone is gonna see you.”
Luke’s mouth fell open. “But—but, you won’t be the one with a wet spot on his ass!”
Gage choked as he swallowed the wrong way. Coughing and spluttering, he reached for a napkin. “Jesus, give a guy some warning next time.”
Luke grinned as he slipped on his jeans and shoes. “Serves you right. And you might want to get dressed. I see some cows making their way over here.”
Gage jumped up. “Shit. Thought they were in the other pasture. Where the hell did I throw my jeans? Shit.”
Luke didn’t answer as Gage fumbled around behind him. “Ah, Gage?”
“What? You find my jeans? Found my underwear and tennis shoes.” Gage slipped his tighty whites on. “Dammit to hell, stupid jeans didn’t just walk off.”
“And where the hell is my shirt? Did you eat the damn thing, or what?” Gage hopped around on one foot while putting his tennis shoe on.
“If I were you, I’d be more worried about getting my shoes on. And I mean like now, love.” Luke was throwing food in the hamper as fast as he could.
“What’s your problem?”
“Dammit Man is with them. Seriously, get a move on, dude.”
Gage, in briefs and tennis shoes, stood frozen. “Do you mean to tell me that insane bull is coming this way? Shit a brick, Luke!”
“Put the truck between us and him…now, Gage!” Luke grabbed Gage by the arm and pulled him towards the truck.
“That fucker hates me!” Gage, half-naked, stumbled along behind Luke. “He never goes after you.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m totally aware of that fact.” Luke rolled his eyes. Muttering, he hurried Gage along. “Probably because you’re as bull-headed and dominant as he is.”
“Christ, I’m not even dressed.” Gage snarled, infuriated. The damn bull had literately caught him with his pants down. “And I heard that, you little imp.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah—whatever. You can take it out on my ass when we get home. Just be glad your underwear isn’t red.”
M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
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