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A Time For Everything	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jarrod tried not to squirm in spite of the growing cramp in his neck. It must have been worse for Brett, though, perched on the arm of the wicker chair with his arm draped around Jarrod’s shoulder. He did have something to lean against, but Brett still had his whole body to keep still or the daguerreotype would be ruined. On the whole, Jarrod was glad he was the one sitting.
The fussy little man moved Jarrod’s arm slightly, twitched the collar of Brett’s suit jacket and moved behind the camera. He covered his head with a black cloth, said, “Keep still,” and his hand reached around to take the cap off the camera lens. Jarrod knew it only took a minute, but it seemed like an hour before the camera operator replaced the lens.
“And how many copies would you like, gentlemen?” he asked as he released the clamp on Jarrod’s head. Jarrod tried to stretch the cramp out of his neck before he took off his graduation cap.
“Three,” Brett told him. “Two in cases and one framed. I thought your mother would like one,” he explained to Jarrod at his quizzical look.
Jarrod smiled at his lover’s thoughtfulness and hoped his family would soon get to meet Brett. Not that he was planning to divulge the full nature of their relationship, but Jarrod couldn’t envision anything better than heading home after three years away and setting up a law practice with the man who meant so much to him.
After that first Christmas, Jarrod and Brett had become regular lovers as well as roommates and colleagues. Jarrod had no regrets; he often looked back to the young man who left Stockton with wonder. If anyone had told him he would find love as well as earn his degree when he came to St. Louis, he would have laughed in their face. Even more incredible was that the love was another man. No words had been spoken but Jarrod recognized the feeling for what it was. There was no better refuge from the stress of a gruelling examination and the ache of homesickness than the haven of Brett’s arms and Jarrod never wanted to give that up.
They walked out of the room housing the temporary portrait studio and Brett slung an arm around Jarrod’s shoulder. “So, what now?”
“Now you have to agree to hang your shingle in Stockton beside mine,” Jarrod told him. “You know you want to as much as I want you to.”
Brett paused and gave him a cocky grin. “You’re right as always. Write home and tell them to make the sign ‘Schuyler and Barkley, attorneys at law’.” His hands drew the sign in the air.
Jarrod lifted an eyebrow. “ ‘Barkley and Schuyler’ you mean,” he corrected with a roguish wink.
Brett opened his mouth to argue, but was cut off by a growing murmur. Looking at each other curiously, Brett and Jarrod followed the noise to a large gathering.
“What’s going on?” Brett asked the nearest person.
The burly man turned. “The Confederates attacked Fort Sumter,” he told them with a brash grin. “They’ve declared war on the Union. All we need is for Lincoln to call us to arms and we’ll show those traitors what the North is made of.”
Jarrod felt a strange mix of regret and elation. Regret that his country was going to war with itself, but elation that finally they could take a stand against slavery. For months the main topic around the university had been South Carolina’s declaration of secession and the subsequent withdrawal of Mississippi, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana and Texas from the union. The disagreement was more about the sovereignty of the states versus the integrity of the country, but at the root of it all was the treatment of fellow human beings as cattle rather than people. Jarrod had seen how slaves were regarded on the streets of St. Louis; sometimes even the cattle were treated better.
“So it’s finally come to this.” Brett shook his head. “That kind of puts a damper on the day, doesn’t it?”
“But we don’t have to let it,” Jarrod pointed out. There was nothing to be done until the government called the citizens to arms and Jarrod had been planning a graduation surprise for Brett. “I’ve got a well-aged bottle of scotch waiting for us back at our place, among other things.” Hazel eyes locked with blue and desire built.
“Let’s not waste time then.”

Back in their lodgings, they toasted their graduation and then Jarrod leaned over and kissed Brett hungrily. He tasted of fine scotch and Jarrod couldn’t get enough of his lips. Still devouring Brett’s mouth, he got off his chair and straddled Brett’s legs to sit on his lap. Hands made quick work of ties and shirts and soon their chests were bared to wandering hands. Jarrod kissed his way down Brett’s neck and chest, only pausing to suck on one taut nipple on his way. He slid off Brett’s lap as his mouth went further and he licked and nuzzled Brett’s navel while his hands unfastened the buttons of his pants.
Brett obligingly raised his hips so Jarrod could slide his pants all the way off and groaned when Jarrod took his member into his mouth. It had taken some practice, but Jarrod found he loved taking Brett all the way down his throat and that was what he did now. Brett’s hand gripped his hair tightly as Jarrod savoured every inch of the large cock. But an incredible blowjob wasn’t what Jarrod had in mind for their celebration. He let Brett slip out of his mouth and kissed his way back up to those delectable lips.
Brett started to get up, but Jarrod pushed him back into the chair. “Not yet,” he said huskily. Jarrod stood in front of Brett and began to remove his pants very, very slowly. Brett’s lips parted and his breathing grew heavier as Jarrod revealed his body, inch by inch, to his lover. He only pulled Brett out of the chair once he was completely naked. Jarrod grabbed the bottle of oil he had waiting, handed it to Brett and turned to stand against the table, legs wide.
“I want you to take me, Brett.” In the three years of their relationship, Brett had always been on the receiving end of their loving. It bothered Jarrod somewhat that he didn’t offer the same to Brett and he had finally resolved that it was time, even though the idea of being penetrated by Brett’s hard cock still scared him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He tensed, waiting for the intrusion of one of Brett’s fingers that didn’t come. Instead, he felt hot breath on his skin as his buttocks were gently pulled apart. Then something warm and wet pressed against him and Jarrod realized it was Brett’s tongue.
“You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Brett breathed and then his tongue was back playing with Jarrod’s ass. Jarrod had no idea how incredibly sensitive that area was; it sent a tingle through his balls as well as more blood to his groin and he pushed back against Brett when the questing tongue worked its way inside. Brett squeezed and tugged on Jarrod’s balls as he pleasured him with his mouth. Letting go of his sac, Brett’s hand trailed back and suddenly the tongue was replaced with an insistent finger. Jarrod tensed, but the probing digit found its way to that spot Jarrod knew drove Brett wild. He’d wondered what his lover felt; now he knew as a jolt of ecstasy went straight to his cock.
“That’s incredible,” he gasped.
Brett kissed his buttock and started to work his way up Jarrod’s back. “Wait until you feel the real thing.” He removed his hand and his slick cock slipped into the crease of Jarrod’s ass. Anticipation and trepidation grew as Brett lazily slid against him and then there was a sudden shock of pain as Brett’s cock stretched his hole wide.
Jarrod gritted his teeth as Brett slowly slid deeper. It hurt more than he thought it would and Jarrod wondered if this was anything like what a virgin felt when a man first pierced her maidenhood.
“I just realized you’re a virgin to this,” Brett breathed in his ear, echoing Jarrod’s thoughts. “Do you have any idea how hot that is?”
Jarrod was glad someone was enjoying it until Brett’s cock brushed that spot. The feeling was even more intense than from the finger and completely overshadowed the pain. “Oh, fuck, Brett,” he groaned. Now he knew why Brett had no problem in agreeing to be on the receiving end. “I had no idea how good your cock would feel.”
Brett’s teeth nipped at his shoulder. “Doesn’t hurt too much?”
Jarrod shook his head. “Fuck me hard, lover. Ram that hard cock into me. ”
But Brett continued pushing into Jarrod’s ass with long, slow strokes. “It’s your first time, I want it to last.” Jarrod wasn’t sure how long he that would be with Brett’s cock sending jolts of fire through his body with every thrust, but he vowed to hold out as long as he could.
Brett bit his shoulder harder. “I never knew you liked to talk dirty,” he said, holding his cock in deep and still as he sucked on Jarrod’s skin hard enough to leave a mark. “Tell me, Jarrod. Tell me how you like it.”
Somehow, being impaled on Brett’s cock made Jarrod want to say things he’d thought of but never said before. And if Brett got off on it too… “Brett, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow,” Jarrod said, glad Brett was holding still so he could talk with out moaning. “Ride me like a stallion and make me scream.”
Brett started moving again, his thrusts growing faster and harder.
“Is it hotter knowing you’ve first one to be up my ass?” Jarrod gasped when Brett hit his sweet spot and swore he felt Brett’s dick grow bigger.
“Your ass is all mine,” Brett growled. His hand slid around and grabbed Jarrod’s distended organ. Jarrod felt the impending release burn in his belly and couldn’t stop it. He cried out as he exploded and would have slumped to the floor if Brett wasn’t keeping him upright.
Brett’s motions slowed and he once again thrust lazily into Jarrod’s ass, making sure he stroked the right spot every time. “I want to make you cum until you’re dry,” he told Jarrod as his hand played with the half-erect member. “Can I?”
It hurt to have his over sensitized organ not able to relax, but just knowing it was getting hard again overwhelmed the pain. “Fuck me and make me cum until it hurts,” he whispered, unable to find his full voice.
Brett proceeded to do just that. Jarrod was amazed at how long Brett was able to fuck him without cumming himself. Three shots later and Jarrod’s cock was spasming again, trying to eject seed that wasn’t there. “Enough, Brett,” he finally gasped. Brett’s thrusting picked up speed and Jarrod had one more excruciating mind-blowing climax as he was finally filled with Brett’s seed.
Jarrod collapsed to the floor in a trembling heap when Brett let him go. His body and mind were drained of more than just his semen, which was splattered all over the floor and table. Brett sank down beside him.
“Jarrod, you are fucking amazing,” he groaned. “Don’t ever stop talking to me like that.”
Jarrod leaned over and kissed him hard. “As long as you don’t stop fucking me like that,” he retorted as he envisioned their brilliant future together
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