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Keith.
    “Oh?” When he had first told Keith that, he got the impression that Keith was mocking him for never traveling further than his own backyard, even to attend college.
    “Yeah. It’s got a sort of small town feel. Streets like this.
    Museums. The arts. Old Victorian houses. The mountains in the background. I like it.”
    “It does have its high points.”
    They walked a long way, talking the whole time. This was the Keith Fletcher he liked. This introspective, intelligent, worldly man. Even if he did like football and drove a hetero truck. Skyler supposed dating wasn’t so bad, except that he was getting a bit itchy to settle somewhere and kiss the daylights out of Keith.
    And then maybe go back to Skyler’s place and have Keith pound him into the mattress. That would do just fine. He was getting a hard-on thinking about it.
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    suddenly looked up and said, “Where the hell did I park my truck?”
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    They drove back to Skyler’s place, one of Redland’s many old Victorians converted into apartments. They climbed the outside staircase, and after Skyler unlocked his door he was suddenly surrounded by strong arms and overwhelmed by the hot press of Keith’s lips on his. The man wasn’t gentle. He all but slammed Skyler against the door. His tongue flicked once at Skyler’s lips before plunging inside. Skyler groaned at the welcome intrusion and, tongues sliding together, he snaked his arms around the man’s neck and clung tightly to him, chest to chest. A steely erection pressed to his, and Skyler unabashedly ground his hips into it.
    Mmm! Skyler loved the feel of the man’s scratchy cheek, loved the smell of him, the taste of his lips.
    Keith broke away but kept his face close, breath gusting against Skyler’s mouth. He pressed his forehead to Skyler’s.
    “Let’s go in,” whispered Skyler. His whole body was throbbing with anticipation and his dick was as hard as a rock, tightening his trousers. He opened the door, dragged Keith in, and kicked the door closed behind him.
    There was some maneuvering of arms reaching and clutching, of fingers seizing buttons, and a general choreography toward the bedroom. Once they passed the threshold, they got serious about peeling off each other’s clothes. Skyler delighted in each stretch of muscled skin revealed as he helped Keith quickly divest his shirt and trousers. Those legs were like hard columns of tan muscle, furred and sculpted. And his arms and chest were a delight of solid planes and wiry hair.
    Skyler leaned forward and kissed the well-defined pecs, relishing the feel of the rough forest of hairs against his lips. His mouth fastened on a dusky nipple, sucking and teasing with his teeth, eliciting a moan from the larger man. Skyler whimpered when Keith pulled him back to yank Skyler’s shirt off over his 30 Haley Walsh
    head. Keith bent to nuzzle his neck and, with a sigh, Skyler threw back his chin, giving Keith all the access he wanted.
    The man’s mouth was alive in uninhibited exploration.
    Nuzzling turned to nips and then lips covered the nuzzled bits, sucking gently. Skyler couldn’t stand it and threw himself, skin to skin, against Keith’s chest. He yanked a hunk of his hair and pulled his face down to kiss him again. With warm mouths and tongues locked together, they moved their way to the edge of the bed.
    Underwear. Why are we still wearing underwear? Panting, Skyler reached for Keith’s black briefs. There was a wet spot darkening the front where his cock was leaking, and Skyler quickly peeled it away.
    Dayam! Keith was, indeed, a big man through and through.
    Keith’s hands reached for Skyler’s briefs and made short work of them. When his underwear sat pooled around his ankles, Keith stared hungrily at Skyler’s hard length.
    Stepping out of his briefs and kicking them aside, he allowed Keith to get his fill of staring. A thrill of pure lust enveloped him,