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and thrust back against him, adding to the force of the penetration. Matt would have been concerned but Carlin immediately began fucking himself on Mattā€™s cock and shouting, ā€œYes! Fucking yes!ā€ every time his ass slammed against Mattā€™s groin.

ā€œLet me do the fucking,ā€ Matt growled as Carlinā€™s inner muscles contracted around Mattā€™s shaft. He kneed Carlinā€™s legs further apart then covered the man, pressing his chest to Carlinā€™s back and resting on his elbows above Carlinā€™s shoulders. Matt really liked this position, and showed it by pounding into Carlinā€™s ass with quick, short jabs.

A tingle zipped down Mattā€™s spine and his balls sucked up tight to his body. He reached under Carlin and grabbed his cock. Carlin babbled ceaselessly, cursing and begging and saying things that didnā€™t make any sense but Matt didnā€™t care. He pumped Carlinā€™s dick and pummeled his ass.

ā€œDo it! Fuck me! Yes! Matt!ā€ Spunk splattered onto Mattā€™s hand as Carlin came, cursing and whimpering each time spunk shot from his shaft.

Mattā€™s hips stuttered as his cock was massaged by Carlinā€™s clenching muscles. ā€œCarlin!ā€ Matt couldnā€™t say anything else as his climax slammed into him. He ground his groin against Carlinā€™s ass and panted as he filled the condom.

Once his softened dick slipped from Carlinā€™s ass, Matt pulled the condom off and tied it shut then tossed it onto his recently shucked clothes. Carlin mumbled something and Matt snuggled the man to him, spooning the slender body with his larger one. Matt dozed contentedly with his lover, only waking when he heard Carlinā€™s voice.

ā€œWhatā€™d you say, sweetheart? I couldnā€™t hear you.ā€

Carlin craned his neck around in a position that looked painful to Matt. ā€œI said, I forgot to tell you Severo has his doubts about whatā€™s wrong with Dad. He seems to think Dad can hear spirits, at least some of the time. I just donā€™t know about that.ā€

ā€œSevero wonā€™t do anything to hurt your dad.ā€

ā€œI wouldnā€™t have put Severo on the visitorā€™s list if Iā€™d thought he would hurt my dad. I guess Iā€™m just afraid to get my hopes up. Iā€™d rather Dad be hearing and speaking to spirits than be schizophrenic.ā€

Matt nuzzled Carlinā€™s soft blond hair and told him itā€™d all work out. And it would, Matt was certain. They had great friends, a roof over their head, enough money for their needs and possibly more than that, but most importantly, they had each other. Everything else would come with time.

* * * *

As it turned out, Carlinā€™s dad was indeed psychic, but he also suffered from psychosis, delusions the doctors said were caused by early onset dementia. It wasnā€™t the diagnosis Carlin wanted, not at all. Heā€™d thought heā€™d feel better having a firm answer. Heā€™d been wrong. For all that heā€™d hoped and prayed his dad would be able to live out the rest of his life under better conditions, the human body was frail and his mind was degrading. It broke his heart, and if he hadnā€™t had Matt to comfort him, Carlin might have been a bigger mess than he was after first hearing the diagnosis.

Moving to McKinton to be with Matt was the best thing Carlin had ever done. Carlin spent his nights in the arms of the man who loved him most in the world, and his days passed quickly as he learned more about McKinton and its residents.

He wondered how many other towns and cities had populations of spirits that the living knew about and interacted with. Carlin didnā€™t know the extent of who chatted or whatever with which spirit, but he knew it happened.

And he was all right with it. It eased a previously unacknowledged fear heā€™d always had about death. Heā€™d never been a good believer in God, though he wouldnā€™t have called himself an atheist. Perhaps an agnostic. He might still be, though he did believe there was something greater than the common person out there, wherever ā€˜thereā€™ might be.

He was contemplating just that, staring out at the sky as he sat on the porch swing waiting for Matt to get home. It was so much darker there than in New York. Carlin never saw the stars when heā€™d been out at night there. Then again, he couldnā€™t remember ever taking the time to look.

The chickens were being quiet, and only the sounds of cicadas and bullfrogs broke through the silence of the night. Occasionally, the porch swingā€™s chains squeaked, but for the most part, it was peaceful and relaxing even if he was alone.

Carlin saw Mattā€™s headlights from quite a distance with nothing much to obstruct the view. His heartbeat doubled and he actually put a hand to his throat as anticipation thrummed through him.

Heā€™d been living with Matt for two months, and every day, every single day, he was just as thrilled by the man as he had been the first time theyā€™d touched. The sparks that had shot off between them when theyā€™d first met had been a portent of the ones they gave off together as a couple in love. Carlin could just picture them forty years down the road, wrinkled old men still goosing each other and unable to keep their hands to themselves when they were alone. He clung to that fantasy, a fantasy he believed whole-heartedly would become a reality someday.

Carlin stood when Matt turned into the long driveway. He trotted down the steps and met Matt when he gotten out of the car.

ā€œHey,ā€ Carlin said, smiling so big his cheeks must have plumped up like a chipmunkā€™s.

Matt beamed at him in return and cupped Carlinā€™s nape. ā€œHey, sexy. How was your day?ā€

Carlin slid his hands up Mattā€™s torso, from his trim waist to right beside his pecs. He moved over those slight swells of muscles and further up to link his hands around Mattā€™s neck, then twined his fingers in the back of Mattā€™s hair.

ā€œIt wasā€¦it was good,ā€ Carlin answered. He pressed his nose to Mattā€™s neck and inhaled deeply. He loved the way

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