Hello everybody. It's me...JR Boyd. I certainly hope everybody had a safe and happy Father's Day weekend. It's hot here in Texas and I couldn't think of anything better for you than a hot and steamy story. So, I decided to rifle through my archives to kill two birds with one stone. One, I spared myself some time to spend with my daddy and my family. Two, I get the chance to share some of this Texas heat with you. I hope you enjoy it. It's one of my faves. Feel free to let me know what you think *wink*.

And without further ado...here's Digging Deep. 

Digging Deep

Shayne laughed as he closed his cell phone. “Apparently, you have made quite the impression on my brother, Dillon.”

“What do you mean, Mr. Standeven?” Dillon’s pace quickened as he tried to keep up with his long-legged senior.

Shayne turned to his intern. “My brother wants to go out with you. And, since we’re in town, I told him you would meet him this evening.”

“But, Mr. Standeven-” Dillon’s eyes widened, his voice two octaves higher than normal.

The archaeologist quickly changed the subject. “This is it. This is the site for our next dig.” Shayne let his satchel strap slide down his arm as he knelt to the ground.

“Mr. Standeven, I simply cannot-”

“This is the kind of dirt we will be working with.” Shayne tapped the hard ground with a rock. “As you can see, it’s going to take most near every tool and piece of equipment-”

“Damn it, Mr. Standeven! I am your intern. Not a callboy. You can’t just pimp me out to your brother like that. I don’t even know your brother.”

Shayne stood, his full height causing him to tower over Dillon. He placed a hand on Dillon’s shoulder and peered down into his eyes. “Dillon, please. I understand it may be awkward. But it’s not any more awkward for you than it is for me. My brother just wants to meet you. That’s all. And, frankly, I have a hard time talking about his sexuality with him. It felt good to be able to do this.”

Dillon dug the heel of his boot into the dry ground. “I can’t believe this.”

“Just meet him in town. That’s all I ask.”

“Alright. But you owe me, Mr. Standeven.” Dillon eyed his boss as the older man's focus shifted again to the dirt under their feet.

****

Dillon gazed into the evening sky as the sun sank behind the buildings. The hustle and bustle of the town square made his head swim. With drifting thoughts, Dillon barely noticed the lights come on as the downtown lamp post cast its glow over him.

“Dillon? Dillon Ezparza?” The voice was as gentle as a breeze rustling through a field of wheat.

The sexy voice drew Dillon from his trance. He blinked once, brought the other man into focus as he extended his hand between them.  “Nathan Standeven…” Dillon smiled. “What a delight it is to finally meet you.” Dillon looked him over and what he saw caused his cock to throb against his jeans.

“I do believe the pleasure is mine.” Nathan’s face lit up with joy.

Dillon’s attraction for Nathan took him totally off guard. Ogling the full length of his date’s body, Dillon knew he couldn't hide what he was thinking. Holy shit. He’s hot!

Right there in front of the movie theater, uncaring of who watched, Nathan cupped Dillon’s jaw settling his mouth over Dillon’s. Dillon welcomed Nathan’s tongue as it slid past his parted lips. Coffee. He tastes like coffee and chocolate.

Dillon groaned into his lover’s mouth. “I need you. Right now.”

Dillon led his boss’s brother to his van, clamoring in a twist of arms and legs to the bench seat in the back. He meshed his rigid cock with Nathan’s as moans filled the van.

Nathan grunted, reached for Dillon’s shirt. “Too many clothes.”

Fueled by desire and the scent of hot flesh, Dillon stripped quickly, his cock throbbing with the mix of cool night air and Nathan sans clothing. When Nathan lifted off the seat to shove his pants down his legs, Dillon gripped his hips and flipped Nathan over. He spread Nathan’s ass cheeks and slathered the alluring manhole with his wet tongue.

But only for a minute. Nathan had something else in mind.

“Turn around here and let me taste that fat cock of yours.” Nathan ordered, pulling away to lay on his back across the seat.

A final flick over Nathan’s asshole, and Dillon turned around and straddled his lover’s face. Dillon swiped his hard cock across Nathan’s moist lips as he took great pleasure in gulping down the well-endowed prick that danced before him.

Unable to control himself any longer, Dillon rocked his hips forward. Dillon felt Nathan’s throat tighten around his prick. Sounds of slurping and gagging spurred Dillon’s craving for satisfaction.

Nathan’s ability to deep throat sent Dillon’s eyes rolling back and made him yearn for even more of his date’s cock in his throat.

Gasping for a quick breath of air, Nathan cried out. “Fuck my face, baby. Shove that cock!”

Nathan’s fingers dug into Dillon’s ass cheeks. And at the same time, he also received another few inches of dick in his throat.

With a final thrust of his cock and plunge of his mouth, Dillon ensured both cocks were buried deep. Muffled moans filled the van as lust washed over the backs of their throats.

Dillon swallowed one last time then turned around. He grinned, loving the sparkle in Nathan’s pretty blue eyes. “This show is playing tomorrow night too.”

~The End~

Did you read that book?

 

Ahem… *straightens and tries to act cool* Hello, Jade’s here. I hope everybody’s doing well. As for me… well, I have a confession to make… *breathes deeply* I totally forgot that I was the one to post this week. I know, I’m not proud of myself. Fortunately, my beautiful yang was there for me and reminded me yesterday that I was supposed to post something today. Then I spent the whole night trying to figure out what I could talk to you about.

 

I have to tell you, I’ve been very busy translating, and I didn’t do much more lately. I only take a break during my breakfast and read a book (not a whole book, I don’t have that kind of time, but little by little…) Anyway, I’m re-reading a series right now, and I decided to have you guess which book it is, along with the author of course. Now, there’s nothing to win since I don’t have any book to share, so it’s only for the pleasure of it. (And no, it's not from any of the Story Orgy's writer.)

Ready? Here we go:

 

 

“Ask me,” Phillip demanded. “Ask me what I like.”

“What,” Jonathan stumbled as Phillip licked at his skin again, “what do you like?” He sounded as if he had run all the way from Edinburgh. He knew he should be embarrassed, but God he was enjoying every moment of Phillip’s torture. How he had longed to be on the receiving end of it all the times he had seen Phillip fuck a woman.

“I like your body.” Phillip pressed his nose against Jonathan’s arm and ran it down until he breathed deeply of the scent in Jonathan’s armpit. “I like the way you smell, especially now, musky from fucking all night and ready to fuck again. I love how muscular you are, how dark and sinful you look.” He paused and pulled away to look down. Slowly his hands came back down to rest against Jonathan’s stomach. Jonathan followed his look, watched his own stomach muscles contract at the sensual touch. He stopped breathing as he watched Phillip’s hand smooth down until it covered his cock. “But I love this best—your magnificent cock. For so many years I’ve watched it grow to impossible lengths, and so quickly. God, you’re so quick to arouse, you walk around half-hard all the time. It’s been a constant torture for me, Jonathan. When you would strip and I’d watch you fuck it into a woman, I’d nearly spill my seed at the sight. When you brought yourself with your hand in my study not long ago, did you know I was doing the same under the desk? The sight of you masturbating made me come so hard, when I cried out your name pretending to be Maggie, it was really me, Jonathan. I came with your name on my lips.”

“Phillip,” Jonathan moaned, his head twisting against the wall as Phillip began to rub his cock through the thin cloth separating them.

Phillip leaned back in but didn’t remove his hand from Jonathan’s cock. The resulting pressure made Jonathan groan and thrust into him. Phillip took his mouth tenderly, the thrust of his tongue matching the glide of his hand. Jonathan’s hands fisted where they still rested against the wall. He could stand it no longer and lowered his arms, once again ramming his hands into Phillip’s hair. Phillip broke the kiss.

Phillip was breathing heavily, as heavily as Jonathan. “Do you know what I’d really like, Jonathan?” he whispered against his lips. “What I’ve imagined doing countless times? I want to suck it, Jonathan. I want to take the whole great length of that beautiful cock into my mouth and I want to suck it hard, and lick your balls and swallow you, every drop that I wring from it. That’s what I’m going to do, Jonathan.”

A sob tore from Jonathan’s mouth as he felt Phillip restlessly tear open the buttons on his breeches. Phillip stepped back and pushed the now open garment down over Jonathan’s hips, exposing Jonathan’s long, thick cock, nearly purple with arousal. “Every time I watched a woman go down and suck this, I was insanely jealous. My mouth watered just imagining it. Now it’s mine, Jonathan.”

Jonathan had been looking down at his own cock, but at Phillip’s words his head fell back against the wall with an audible thunk. Phillip glanced up in surprise. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“I will be if you mean what you say,” he said weakly.

Phillip laughed, the sound more seductive than humorous. “Oh I mean it.” He lowered himself to his knees in front of Jonathan, and Jonathan could hardly stand. His knees went weak with desire at the sight of Phillip getting ready to suck his cock.

 

So? Hot isn’t it? I know, I could have given you more, but I can’t copy and paste the whole book, now can I?

I hope you enjoyed it.