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  Ramon led Justin into the empty room that he told him would be the living room. “I haven’t been here too long, so it’s far from complete.”

  Justin shrugged, thinking about the mess he lived in. “Not to worry. I could easily say the same thing about my place even though I’ve lived there for years.”

  Downstairs also had a dining room—equally empty—and a family room that had a large blue and cream Persian rug over polished wood and a plush fawn leather couch opposite a huge entertainment center.

  Justin sat down on the couch. “This where you hang out in your spare time?”

  Ramon sputtered. “What spare time?”

  Justin shook his head. “You’ve got to get a life, man.” Right, like he was one to talk in that area.

  Ramon looked at him with such hunger and need, time froze. For a moment, Justin saw a blend of his own frustration and hopes mirrored in Ramon’s beautiful dark eyes. A bubble of emotion rose from deep inside Justin, and the only thing he could think to do with all that feeling was to touch Ramon. If he didn’t make that solid connection, he’d feel like he was about to drift off somewhere into the ether of dreams. Justin laid his hand over Ramon’s like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.

  At first, Ramon’s eyes widened and he flinched. Justin fleetingly wondered if he’d grossly misunderstood where Ramon was coming from. But then Ramon growled. He pulled Justin to him and then he kissed him, hard. For Justin, the delicious shock of Ramon’s lips on his unleashed something that been choking him and set free a dammed-up wall of feeling. The relief was almost painful in the way frostbitten limbs hurt when circulation returns. Justin realized how much pain he’d been in forever, and he felt ecstatic to give up the all-too familiar patterns. With a dawning clarity, he sensed he’d find everything he needed in Ramon’s arms. He wanted to savor every nuance of the sensations the other man awoke in him.

  Ramon tasted like wine, fine beef and danger. Once he and Ramon joined together in their mutual desire, all restraints quickly crumbled. Ramon’s kiss, which started as a gentle tongue brushing to make acquaintance, soon intensified. The first tender exploration yielded quickly to an onslaught of physical sensation. From the moment Justin opened his lips to Ramon, the other man drove his tongue into Justin’s waiting mouth. With an economy of movement, Ramon poured his soul into the kiss, making huge outrageous demands and promises that took Justin’s breath away.

  When they broke apart they looked at each other with dawning recognition. They laughed when they realized they were still fully clothed—an easy condition to remedy.

  “I was watching your lips throughout dinner, and I couldn’t wait to kiss you,” Ramon admitted, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and flinging it on top of his designer jacket.

  Justin grinned at the sight. He could have sworn tossing his clothes like that was totally out of character for the orderly hunk. Justin liked having that effect on Ramon. He suspected he’d also be acting out of character with Ramon before the night played out. Eyes locked with Ramon’s, Justin unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper over his nearly bursting dick. It felt amazing when it sprang free of the imprisoning garments.

  “Catch-up time, man.” Justin indicated with a nod that Ramon should divest himself of his own pants.

  “Oh, yeah.” Ramon put a leg across his knee to remove what looked like very expensive, elaborately tooled leather cowboy boots.

  “Cowboy boots?” Justin hooted. “And here I had you pegged as Mr. Conservative.”

  An almost sheepish expression flashed across Ramon’s face. “Private dicks are the cowboys of contemporary society.”

  Justin rolled his eyes. “Move it, cowboy. I want to see your butt.”

  In moments, he got that wish fulfilled. He let loose a wolf whistle that didn’t begin to do Ramon justice. Naked, Ramon appeared even more amazing than Justin had anticipated, which was saying a lot.

  “I want to look, but I gotta do a tactile evaluation of the goods,” Ramon announced, kicking his pants, black silk boxers and boots out of the way.

  At the touch of Ramon’s fingers on his cock, Justin shuddered. Figuring one good turn deserved another, he reached out for Ramon’s large and very engorged shaft. In moments, without there being any discussion, the two men were touching each other, stroking, rubbing, squeezing. Justin felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Realizing how much pleasure and mutual discovery lay ahead of the two of them, Justin felt the heat of desire and satisfaction radiate through him.

  “I’ve gotta taste you,” Ramon muttered. Gripping Justin’s shoulders with his massive hands, Ramon used big, wet kisses to trace his way down Justin’s chest to his abs, down, down to where his cock pointed up and out.

  “No sense eating alone,” Justin protested. Ramon, whose lips gleamed wetly, groaned a positive response.

  In a matter of moments, both men were down on Ramon’s thick ornate rug in the classic sixty-nine position, dicks in mouths, hands clamped firmly around butts.

  Talk about just desserts! Justine figured he must have racked up some excellent karma points to lead him here with Ramon tonight. For just a moment, the situation with the Tingle Bells flashed into his mind when he thought of what had brought him and Ramon together. But in the warmth and glow of how amazing he felt in Ramon’s arms, Justin couldn’t hold on to any fragment of his usual pessimism. The Tingle Bells situation would work out in plenty of time for Christmas sales. Any other thoughts coming to mind dissipated as Ramon expertly tongued and licked his erection, paying attention to his balls and the sensitive skin of his crotch and pleasuring Justin in ways he’d yearned for during the long months of loneliness.

  As for his part, Justin thoroughly grooved on the erotic feel, smell and taste of Ramon’s magnificent dick in his eager mouth. Determined to bring Ramon off with a finesse and style that could compare with and equal what the other man demonstrated, Justin was paying very careful attention to the matter at hand. Ramon’s penis was well above average size, both in length and thickness, and the shape was made for loving. Justin kept one hand in the crease of Ramon’s ass, fingering the delicate area and playing around the sensitive hole. With the other hand, Justin became acquainted with Ramon’s smooth-shaven balls. He’d never before been with a man who shaved down there and the new sensations shook him right down to his toes.

  Ramon was an especially enthusiastic cock sucker, which Justin appreciated. Justin experimented with the directions and speeds of his hip movements, which appeared to meet with Ramon’s noisy wet approval. Ramon seemed to favor making fairly wide movements with his narrow hips. He definitely expressed enjoyment at the feel of Justin’s teeth grazing the ridges of his erect cock, and he responded most energetically to being tongued.

  Blast! Justin had feared he wouldn’t last long after his long dry stretch, and he felt the stirring of his climax tighten him. Hell, he and Ramon had fallen in each other’s arms so fast, Justin didn’t know how his new lover would feel about him coming in his mouth. Figuring he’d be better off playing things conservatively, Justin started to withdraw.

  But Ramon wouldn’t let him. Ramon held his butt tight so Justin couldn’t pull back without wrenching hard, which he wasn’t about to do. With a moan, he began to spurt his cum into Ramon, who continued furiously sucking and licking through his whole climax.

  The orgasm shook Justin so hard, his eyeballs nearly rattled. He stayed hard, and Ramon continued licking him deliciously. At the same time, Justin felt Ramon’s cock contract and his body start go into a climactic shudder. Now Ramon, evidently having the same concerns Justin had had earlier, made a gesture to pull out, but Justin wasn’t about to let go either. He wanted to experience Ramon’s release along with him. He wanted to taste Ramon’s cum. In moments, he had his wish.

  As if stunned by the intensity of what they’d just experienced, the two of them clung to each other for long moments. When both men relaxed their embrace, Ramon turned so they were face-to-face and stroked Justin’s cheek.
His long, strong fingers mesmerized Justin. “That was incredible.”

  Justin agreed. He couldn’t find the words to express exactly what their lovemaking opened up in him. All he knew was, he wanted to be with Ramon again, maybe for a long time.

  “Except you know what, man?”

  “What?” Justin, inarticulate in his post-orgasmic stupor, asked. He didn’t like the “except” Ramon had expressed.

  “Even with this rug, the floor is fuckin’ hard. What do you say we slip into somewhere more comfortable?”

  Funny, Justin hadn’t noticed how hard the floor was until Ramon mentioned it. Now he could see his point. “You mean there’s more to this humble abode that you haven’t yet introduced me to?”

  Ramon got to his feet and held out a strong hand to Justin. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. There is a whole second level. Beds even. Well, one.”

  Actually, he’d seen plenty already. But the abundance of goodies awaiting him promised even more.

  He took Ramon’s hand and let the big man pull him to standing. The warmth he felt between them seemed to grow deeper, even more enticing. “Lead on.”

  Having just moved to his new home three months before, Ramon hadn’t had any company in his bedroom previously. Having Justin as his first guest made him feel warm and fuzzy in all the best ways.

  His hand tight in Justin’s, Ramon raced up the wooden steps to the second floor. As he led Justin up, Ramon reflected on all the ways he hadn’t yet furnished the home as he intended to. In his mind’s eye, he could see exactly how he wanted the whole house by the time he finished setting it up. But for now, it was definitely a work in progress. At least he hadn’t stinted on his bed. King-size, with a solid brass headboard.

  “Which one’s your bedroom?” Justin asked.

  Ramon pointed out the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Justin waited for him to open the door, which Ramon did with pride. “Thank you in advance for helping me inaugurate my bed.”

  Justin jokingly batted his eyelashes. “You mean I’m going to be your first here?”

  Ramon bowed.

  Justin’s eyes lit up when he saw the bed. “A real brass headboard. I’m impressed all over again. But a great bed like this deserves the best. Where can I clean up?”

  “Permit me, sir, to show you our master bath, a marvel of twenty-first-century plumbing.” He put his hands on Justin’s shoulders and steered him to the bath, the most complete room in the house.

  Ramon had chosen periwinkle blue as the predominant color here. The floor tiles, wall tiles, shower, bath which included whirlpool jets, toilet, double sink and bidet were all coordinating shades of the soft purplish-blue. Also the linens and bath mat. The bathroom gleamed with perfect order.

  “A bidet? You have a bidet?” Justin surveyed the room with an expression of awe.

  Ramon shrugged with feigned nonchalance. “Of course. A mere bagatelle, but no home’s complete without one.”

  “Right,” Justin chortled. He whistled as the water sprayed. “Can I try this out?”

  “Mi casa es tu casa. Same for my bidet and everything else here.”

  Justin positioned himself to take advantage of the bidet and moaned with pleasure when the spray hit its target—his grateful cock and balls. “This is great. Can’t figure out how I’ve managed so long without one.”

  “Definitely pleasant.” Ramon was enjoying the view sufficiently for his cock to begin a definite ascent.

  “Can I try out the shower?” Justin wrenched himself away from the bidet with some regret.

  “A shower sounds great. I’ll join you.”

  “Oh, yeah. You can soap all those spots on my back I never can reach myself.”

  “My pleasure.” Ramon got out a stack of thick periwinkle towels and washcloths. He spread the towels over heating tubes so they’d be nice and warm when the men needed them.

  Justin was about step into the oversized shower stall when he whistled again and pointed to the wall next to the door. “Ramon—dude, is that what I think it is?”

  Ramon grinned. “What do you think it is?”

  “It sure looks a helluva lot like a condom dispenser.”

  “Got it on the first guess.”

  Justin’s mouth actually gaped in surprise before he burst into laughter. “I’ve never seen one of them in a person’s house.”

  Ramon shrugged modestly. “I told you my bathroom is completely furnished. But I have plans to install dispensers in most of the rooms—anywhere I could imagine making love, which is almost everywhere. Maybe not the downstairs powder room—too small. But otherwise…”

  “Wow!” Justin was running his hand over the dispenser, studying it. “Was there one in the family room? I didn’t see one.”

  “There was. I didn’t get a chance to point it out, but I will.”

  Justin raised a brow. “As an inventor, I’d like to study your dispenser some more later to see how it functions. I love gadgets.”

  “I can see that about you.”

  Justin touched the dispenser button. “Can I help myself?”

  “Be my guest.”

  Looking like a kid who’d discovered a free candy machine, Justin tapped on the lever, minutely scrutinized what happened and happily grabbed the condom as it rolled out.

  “You’re my first guest to try the dispenser,” Ramon pointed out.

  “So many firsts. I’m honored. And I can’t wait to see what other surprises you’ve got.”

  “I don’t want to disappoint you, but all you can expect here is a fantastic shower and, of course, a huge array of liquid soaps, shampoos and conditioners.”

  “I can’t imagine I’ll be disappointed in anything.”

  “I hope not. With your permission…” Ramon reached past Justin to turn on the faucets and smiled with pleasure at the sheer sensuousness of the water pouring down on them. Perfect temperature—hot. Great pressure, with needles of water pounding down or a softer flow available at just a touch.

  “I’ll wash your back,” Ramon offered. “You want relaxing or invigorating soap?”

  “Whatever turns you on most.”

  Hell, even the simple act of breathing turned him on around Justin. Without giving the choice much thought, he put some “relaxing” gel on his hand and began to soap Justin’s back. Cripes, the man was so tense, Ramon didn’t think his relaxing soap would put a dent in a tension. “Man, why the concrete-hard muscles?”

  “Regular workouts at my handy-dandy gym?”

  “There’s that. But Justin, you’re beyond buff. It’s like you’re holding the weight of the world in these muscles. Don’t you ever get a massage or do something to relax yourself?”

  He snorted. “I was going to treat myself to one as my Christmas gift to me—that was based on the assumption everything worked out with the Tingle Bells and any of us could afford Christmas gifts.”

  Ramon made a mental note of that. “Massage is crucial. It should be part of your regular routine, not just a Christmas gift. And what do you mean, ‘was going to’? That implies you’ve changed your mind.”

  Justin rotated his head from side to side as Ramon rubbed the back of his neck and the impossibly tight area between his shoulders. “There is the matter of the Tingle Bells. Ramon, if we can’t fix what’s broken with them, I’d have as good a shot at affording a Christmas jaunt to Mars as I would at paying for a massage.”

  “Look, Justin. My detective’s gut tells me we’ll be able to fix the Tingle Bells in plenty of time for a great Christmas season, so try to relax about that.”

  “Your mouth to the gods’ ears,” Justin whispered. “But Ramon, after you finish with me, I won’t need another massage. Hell, no one could do as good a job as you are. No joke. You’re better than any of the pros I’ve ever gone to. Admittedly there haven’t been many, but they were good. But you… With those hands and your technique, there’d be lines ‘round the block if you started a massage business.”

  Ramon laughed at the pros
pect. “Right. I can see it now. ‘Ramon Ramirez. Discreet Private Investigation Services and Massage While You Wait’.”

  “Probably a unique business.”

  “For a reason, man. Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer to do my investigations as my business. Massage is for pleasure.” His soothing massage had extended from the nape of Justin’s neck down to his delectable ass. Ramon attentively played with the cheeks, the crease and the beckoning hole. His cock pointed to that hole, and desire coursed through him.

  “Want me to soap your back too?” Justin offered. “I can’t promise a massage on a par with yours, but at least I’ll get you clean.”

  Ramon, adept at deferring gratification as long as it wouldn’t have to be for too long, agreed. He turned his back to Justin, whose massaging touch, contrary to warnings, was immensely pleasurable. Ramon chose to take advantage of his erection to clean parts of his dick that weren’t often exposed to soap and water since showers rarely gave him erections.

  Soon, his dick was very, very clean, but Ramon continued the very enjoyable process. “You playing with yourself there?” Justin asked.

  “Just washing,” Ramon mumbled. “Darn thing keeps getting bigger just when I think I’ve cleaned it all.”

  “Oh, permit me.” Justin reached around to take over from Ramon, which got his cock even larger and exposed more spots to wash.

  “I’ve got mine clean already,” Justin claimed, waving his cock in Ramon’s direction.

  Ramon raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “A likely story.” Taking Justin’s dick in his hand, he added, “To get a truly educated judgment of how clean this particularly large, well-shaped cock is, I expect a thorough examination at the hands of a qualified cock inspector is called for.” He knelt down to take a closer look.

  “A qualified cock inspector? Is that also one of your credentials? I don’t recall seeing that one on your wall.”

  “Yeah. I’ve got a certificate on the wall in my office, along with all the others. From the skeptical look on your face, I’d conclude that you, like most casual visitors, must have overlooked that one.”