Page 66 of All of Us

“That wasn’t the secret, though. Remember when we realized we wanted to touch penises. Then we told each other, and we promised we would never keep secrets from each other.”

We both chuckled. “I do remember. Tell me your secret, Dusty.”

There was no way for me to stop this train, but I was ready to tell him, if there was a way for us to be happy together, he needed to know. “I miss Joe.” Then I swallowed hard. “I might be falling for him, too.”

I didn’t feel him tense up, which is what I expected, but he leaned his head back on the couch. The way his hand continued to stroke my head was comforting, and made me believe he wasn’t mad or hurt.

“I need to tell you my secret then. I miss him too, and I might love him.” He looked down at me and released a huge breath. “Now what do we do?”

“I. Well. I don’t want to give either of you up. Is this situation sustainable?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Could we be happy like this? I am happy now.”

I gave it a lot of thought. “I am, too. I guess for now, we keep this up and see what happens.”

“I agree.” He nudged me into a sitting position. “Now let me show your ass how much I like you, and I am spending the night.”

Grabbing my hand, we went to the front door, made sure it was locked, and then we went into my bedroom, where he did exactly as promised. His cock filled me, making me see stars, and he made me come harder than I ever had because we had love. Jacob was falling for me, and I was falling for him.

We curled around each other and slept soundly. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t restless. Telling him I was falling for him and Joe aligned things for me, and this was going to be the start of something complicated, but amazing.

Chapter twenty-four

JOE

“Andre, move the sheet. I want to see your pelvis and hip while keeping only your organ covered.”

I could feel my blush. When I took pictures, I could never come up with the right word for cock. Andre was incredibly hot, and taking his photo wasn’t a hardship, that was for sure. But talking about his penis seemed unprofessional. He gave me several more poses, and my camera loved him.

“Can I see?” He asked, his voice deep, matching how big he was.

“Of course. We need to get some with the jock straps still. Come look at the monitor.” Andre leaned in to see the pictures I had taken so far.

“Fuck. These are amazing, Joe.” He said over my shoulder.

It always embarrassed me when I got a compliment. I loved the male body, and there were so many beautiful positions a man could easily get in that highlighted everything. None of the pictures today were fully nude, even though Andre wore nothing in some of them.

Last month, I got a contract from a model agency in New York. They needed a photographer who could do shoots in the Midwest. According to them, a lot of ‘country boys’ felt better in a small private studio. Andre was one of those men.

When he arrived, he had worn jeans, boots that had clearly seen better days, and a threadbare shirt. He was hot, but naked; he looked unbelievable. He and Gentry would get along splendidly, but I wasn’t going to put that candy in front of my man.

My man? One of my men? Admitting there were two of them felt surprisingly natural.

“Thanks, Andre. We have three more pairs of underwear and two more jocks, then you can get back to the ranch.”

Everything he modeled today had the Calvin Klein logo, which meant these pictures were for a big brand, and I was honored that they picked me for the shoot.

“That fancy lady from New York said you would make me feel comfortable, and you have,” Andre said as he rearranged his junk and looked at his ass in the mirror.

“I’m really glad, Andre. You are a dream to photograph, but these pictures put you in a vulnerable position. I’m glad you’re feeling relaxed.”

This job was no joke, and I didn’t know if the photos would be used in advertisements or in some other way for the brand, but I was getting paid three thousand dollars for the shoot.

Andre worked his body, showcasing the underwear. We both knew that these photos were going to be great. After another forty-five minutes, we were done, and Andre shook my hand.

“Thank you for being so nice. Would you come out to the ranch and take some pictures of my horse and me?”

His question made me smile because it reminded me of Gentry.