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A Good Man: Forever Young, Book 1 by Grant C. Holland (12)

Vincent

Vicki said, “It’s Mr. McCall on the phone. He didn’t call your cell phone because he didn’t want to interrupt you if you were in a meeting. Should I transfer it to your office?”

Vincent stood at the corner of Vicki’s desk. He said, “Yes, connect it to my office, and please get those letters out this afternoon. I’m putting together a tent for us at the festival, and I want to highlight some of our growers. I’ve spoken with some of them, but we need to have an official mailing. Those letters should have been out last week, so they need to go out now. I’m also going to use the event to float the idea of a fourth store with some of our biggest supporters.”

Vicki said, “That’s exciting, Mr. O’Donoghue! Yes, I’ll get right to those letters.” She lifted a small stack of papers near her computer and placed them on top of another stack to the far side of the desk. Then she reached for the sample letter from Vincent. She said, “The call is on your line now. Thank you, Mr. O’Donoghue.”

Shaking his head at Vicki’s sense of disorganized organization, Vincent entered his office and picked up the phone before seating himself at his desk. He said, “Hi, Andrew. How is your day going?”

Andrew said, “It’s going well. Jeffrey had a little freakout this morning about a new project, but I think we’ve gotten things smoothed out fairly well. We’re discussing lunch options.”

“Lunch?” asked Vincent. “What’s that?” Then he chuckled, and said, “I’m having one of those days. I guess maybe I should come up with a plan for eating. It’s already two hours later in the morning than I thought it was. Anyway, that’s enough about my day.”

Andrew said, “I have a question about the house for you. That was the primary reason for my call.”

“I hope it’s not a problem,” said Vincent. “I’m not sure that my day could handle that.”

Andrew said, “Oh, it’s not a problem at all. I realized that some of my comments about changing sight lines in the house were similar to what I’ve done at my place. If you had an hour or two this afternoon or tomorrow, I wondered if you could stop by my house so I can show you what I mean. It’s not standard procedure to invite a client into my personal space, but I guess you’re already a little more than just a standard client, and my house has the perfect example to illustrate my point.”

Vincent felt a blend of excitement and slight trepidation thinking about going to Andrew’s house. He was enthusiastic about seeing the space, but he wondered what might happen if they were alone together in a house. He was excited about their relationship moving forward, but they only had one date under their belts. Vincent bought a moment by saying, “I need to take a quick look at my schedule.”

“Oh, of course,” said Andrew. “If you can’t, that’s okay, too. I just thought it might be something of value.”

Vincent put the phone on speaker while he checked his computer. He had two hours of time available in the afternoon. He was hoping to shut his office door and work on some longer-range planning, but it was nothing time-sensitive. Vincent rubbed his hands on his jeans and said, “I do have a couple of hours free today, but I don’t know where your house is.”

Andrew said, “I’ll text you the address. Will you need directions?”

“My GPS should work.”

“I’m so excited about this,” said Andrew. “I hope you are, too.”

Vincent said, “I am. I’ll see you soon.”


Andrew lived in a modest neighborhood. It was on a block of small one-and-a-half and two-story bungalows with stucco exteriors. The house did not stand out from the other houses on the block until Andrew opened the front door. He grinned and wrapped his arms tight around Vincent. With the firm grip, Andrew pulled Vincent into the house. He shared a kiss in greeting and then swept an arm in a semi-circle introducing the living room and space beyond. He said, “What do you think? What’s your first impression? Don’t over-think it. Tell me immediately. I love to hear first impressions.”

“It’s beautiful!” said Vincent. He was not exaggerating. The living room’s hardwood floor gleamed, and it matched built-in glass-fronted cabinets in the corners. Low-slung Mission and Craftsman-style furniture decorated the living room. The paint on the walls was a subtle earth tone. A modern, glass-topped coffee table blended perfectly into the design. It held a cut-glass vase filled with a spray of red roses.

Andrew watched as Vincent’s gaze landed on the roses. He said, “Those are for you. I hope you like roses. You can take them home when you have to go.”

Just like the chocolates earlier, Vincent was unaccustomed to receiving flowers as a gift. He could feel his cheeks turning red as he said, “Of course. I love them. I don’t think anyone ever sent me flowers before.”

Andrew said, “Well, there is always a first time, and I hope it’s not the last.” He stepped forward and said, “Do you see how the sight line into the kitchen is opened up? We removed most of the wall, but then kept a small counter to the right between the dining space and the kitchen. It’s perfect to hold food that you want near the dining room but don’t want to leave cluttering the table.”

Vincent laughed and said, “I rarely have dinners that are as elaborate as all that.”

“Maybe times will change,” said Andrew. “Do you like to entertain?”

“When I’ve done it, yes,” said Vincent. “Dana was shy in groups, so I didn’t think about it very often.”

Andrew grinned and said, “I’m not usually very shy.”

“I think I figured that out.”

“And damn,” muttered Andrew. “I’m going to stop driving myself crazy.” He took Vincent’s hand and then pushed his back to the wall of the living room next to a built-in case holding sets of elegant china.

Vincent stared into Andrew’s eyes for just seconds before Andrew smothered him with a kiss. He could feel the intense lust rush throughout his body. He shuddered and grew hard instantly before returning the kiss with an equal dose of burning passion. Their tongues touched as Andrew pushed his thigh forward between Vincent’s legs.

Andrew whispered, “I missed you, and I wanted you.”

Vincent exhaled deeply saying, “I missed you a lot, too.”

Andrew reached down to tug Vincent’s shirt free of his jeans. Then his hands slowly slid upward over the shirt before stopping at the top button. Vincent bit his lip when the top two buttons opened and Andrew’s hand touched the bare flesh of his chest. “Is this okay?” asked Andrew.

The fear that nagged at Vincent before he arrived was fear that something like this would happen, but now that he was experiencing Andrew’s touch and the intense connection was taking place, Vincent couldn’t come up with any valid reason to stop. He was infatuated with Andrew, and they were both adults. There were no particular rules in force. He decided to follow his instinct and give in to Andrew’s immense charms. He murmured, “Yes,” and then followed it up with a low, guttural moaning sound while Andrew’s thigh slowly caressed Vincent’s stiff cock.

Pulling open two more buttons, Andrew spread the shirt wide and kissed Vincent’s chest. When Andrew’s tongue touched a nipple, Vincent jumped. He grunted, “Oh, that feels so good…Oh man.”

Andrew whispered, “Sensitive nipples. I love that.”

Vincent’s shirt fell off his shoulders and drifted to the floor. While Andrew lightly sucked at a nipple, Vincent glanced furtively around the room almost as if he feared that someone was watching. Satisfied that they were completely alone in private, Vincent closed his eyes and let himself drift into a full embrace of the sensation. His hands swept up the back of Andrew’s head as the sucking and licking continued.

One of Andrew’s hands slipped below Vincent’s waist and rubbed the outside of the jeans covering Vincent’s cock. Nearly unaware of what he was actually saying, Vincent began to murmur, “I’ve never…”

“I know you’ve never done it with a man,” said Andrew, “And it drives me insane thinking I’m your first. I’m the first for such an amazingly sexy guy. We can take it slow or fast. We can go how you want to go.”

Vincent whispered, “I want you to lead.”

Andrew gripped Vincent’s hand and led the way saying, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Smiling, Vincent ascended the stairs trailing just behind. He was stripped to the waist, and his mind raced with thoughts of seeing Vincent naked, thoughts of cuddling together in bed, and thoughts of sex with a man. He imagined it many times before, but until the last couple of weeks, he never dreamed that it would ever happen. He thought about what he read in many descriptions and wondered what was true and what wasn’t. Then he tensed his free hand and closed it into a fist. He was nervous, but the excitement overrode the reluctance that frayed his nerves.

Andrew’s bedroom was large, serene and relaxing. Three large windows looked out into the trees of the back yard. The bed was a low platform with a sea-green bedspread. A short dresser, two simple chairs, and a few pieces of abstract art on the walls were the only other furnishings. “This is beautiful, too,” whispered Vincent.

“It doesn’t look half as incredible as you.” Andrew unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it toward a chair in the corner. Vincent gasped. Andrew’s body was slim, but he worked out in the gym. His chest was smooth, and he had a light trail of dark hair down the center of his belly. Vincent wanted to touch it. He wanted to kiss it. He wanted to hold Andrew’s body against his own.

Vincent reached forward tentatively and touched Andrew’s chest. It was firm. He flattened the palm against the fit muscle. Andrew smiled and watched. He whispered, “Touch all you want.”

Vincent felt his heart begin to pound in his chest when Andrew reached down and unfastened his jeans. He pulled down the zipper, and then kicked off his sneakers.

Looking down while he began to rub a nipple with his thumb, Vincent saw black underwear beneath the open jeans. Andrew gripped Vincent’s free hand and slowly pulled it down to the underwear. He gently pushed Vincent’s fingers inside his jeans and breathed deeply.

Gasping and reminding himself to breathe, Vincent couldn’t believe he was touching another man’s cock. The cotton of the underwear remained as a tiny barrier, but it felt just as exciting as Vincent imagined. He began to rub his fingers along the length of it and was surprised to feel his mouth suddenly water.

Andrew asked, “You’ve never touched one before, have you?”

“Only my own,” said Vincent.

“Then you don’t know if you’re a top or a bottom?” asked Andrew.

Vincent shook his head and bit his lip. “No, I don’t know. Is that okay?”

Andrew grinned and said, “It’s all okay. Everybody has to start somewhere. If anything feels wrong, then tell me.”

Vincent nodded. He didn’t know whether he knew enough to ascertain what felt right and what felt wrong, but he supposed that he could figure it out. Andrew reached out and gripped Vincent’s belt pulling him close. He leaned forward for a kiss while he unbuckled Vincent’s belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Vincent kicked off his shoes and closed his eyes.

Andrew said, “When I’m naked, I hope you open those eyes so you can see me.”

Laughing nervously, Vincent said, “I’ve wanted to see you naked since we first met.”

“A little horny are you?” asked Andrew as he hooked his fingers and thumbs into the waistband of Vincent’s jeans and underwear pushing both down.

Vincent gasped again when his stiff cock popped free, and he felt the air rush over the surface of the skin. He whispered, “So amazingly horny.”

Andrew said, “Lay down on the bed.”

Vincent lay down and then scooted up, so the back of his head rested on the pillow. Andrew slowly removed his jeans and then peeled the underwear down. Andrew’s cock stood out fully erect, and it looked thick. Vincent wondered if any hard cock would look thick. Andrew’s wasn’t as large as those Vincent saw in porn clips, but that was not a surprise. He felt his mouth watering again and swallowed.

Andrew climbed on to the bed and straddled Vincent’s legs. He asked, “Do you think you want to taste it?”

A shiver raced through Vincent’s body. He asked, “Suck on it?”

Andrew nodded and said, “Yes.”

Vincent’s salivating increased, and he knew it was his body trying to tell him something. He nodded in agreement.

Andrew moved forward, and Vincent peered up at him. He felt even more excited than he ever expected. He wondered if he’d ever been so aroused even in the years with Dana. Andrew wrapped his fingers around his cock and then gently rubbed the head against Vincent’s lower lip. He whispered, “Kiss.”

Vincent kissed the head gently. It felt slightly spongy beneath his lips, and he let the tip of his tongue touch the surface. Andrew moaned softly, and the sound of pleasure sent waves of electric sensation through Vincent’s body. Inhaling the clean, but slightly musky, scent, Vincent opened his lips wider to take the entire head into his mouth. He was careful not to let it push further back. He read plenty of stories about gagging with a cock in your throat. He didn’t know for sure what he would think of that.

Andrew whispered, “Suck.”

Vincent slowly began to suck, and he let his tongue bathe the head slurping slowly and sucking lightly. Seconds later, he was letting the head slip further into his mouth. Andrew was gentle, but he continued to push things forward. When the cock filled his mouth, Vincent began to choke. He felt a moment of panic in his mind and writhed on the bed.

Andrew whispered, “Relax.”

Vincent tried his best to relax, and soon the choking reflex subsided. Andrew pushed slightly deeper. Vincent felt fingers begin to encircle his cock. It was Andrew reaching behind to pull Vincent’s cock into the scene.

Vincent’s hands gripped the bedspread and balled it up tight in his fists. His mind began to drift. He could hear Andrew say, “Let go” and he thought his body might float into the air. In the wake of the words, Andrew pumped Vincent’s cock in his hand. It brought Vincent back to earth and drove him close to orgasm. He tried to hold it, but he knew that he couldn’t last long.

Andrew pulled his cock free of Vincent’s mouth and stroked it fast. Vincent opened his eyes wide and was transfixed by what he saw. He reached up with one hand to slip the palm of his hand under Andrew’s balls. Andrew let out a sound between a moan and a growl while throwing his head back.

Like a roller coaster at the apex of the first hill, Vincent teetered on the verge of erupting. Andrew whispered, “Cum,” and within seconds both bodies were wracked by explosive orgasms. Andrew shot, and the first drops of cum hit Vincent’s lips then trailed down Vincent’s chin onto his chest.

Vincent couldn’t hold it in, and he yelled. The sound was wordless. It was animalistic and rugged in tone. He momentarily worried that he was going to black out as he writhed against the bed. Then the roller coaster reached the bottom of the hill, and the most intense sensations bottomed out.

Vincent grinned and then broke into a big smile. He stared up at Andrew. He reached a free hand up to the back of Andrew’s neck and pulled him down for a sensual kiss. It wasn’t fucking, but it was Vincent’s first sex with a man, and it was good. It was very good. It was a moment to remember.