Copyright © Vicktor Alexander 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Russell Heter leaned forward in his brand new, black Ford Expedition and once again cursed the car salesman who had sold him the car for being so damn good at his job. Russell knew he was too short to be driving such a large vehicle, since, even with the seat adjusted he could still barely touch the pedals. At five seven, he needed to be driving a small car like a Camry, an Accord or, hell, a Miata. He'd agreed with the salesman—the automobile made him feel powerful and tall, two things he'd never actually experienced in his life—but that didn't mean that purchasing the 'compensation vehicle' was the smartest decision he'd ever made. It was possibly the second stupidest decision. The first one being taking his friend Keith Lovine up on his offer to borrow his cabin in Wyoming for a few weeks. He could only blame his lack of sleep on that idiotic decision. Russell was a city boy, through and through. He'd been born and raised in Dallas, Texas and had attended college at Yale University where he'd finally obtained his master's degree in child psychology. He'd always wanted children of his own. But when, at the age of thirteen, his parents had caught him and a much older Bobby Lomacs making out behind the barn, he'd accepted the fact that his being gay pretty much nixed any chance he had for having a family of his own. So working with children in any capacity was all the 'fathering' he was going to get. He'd considered briefly being a teacher, but the thought of working with twenty to thirty children at the same time had made him vomit in the waste bucket of his college advisor's office. Which had been a mortifying experience for him because he'd been all set to try to hit on the older man. He knew that there were those who would say that his attraction to men much older than he was owing to his own 'daddy issues,' but he'd grown tired of explaining himself. How did you get someone to understand about your need for someone with experience? Someone with wisdom and understanding? How did you tell someone that you knew first-hand that older men knew how to fuck like gods while younger men were still about getting themselves off and if their partner got off as well, then that was a bonus? Hell, Russell had dated a man once, thirty years older than his then twenty-one, who had kept him on the razor-thin edge of an orgasm for the length of an entire opera. He still remembered Shelton fondly and with a smile. When he'd finally come it had been because Shelton had leaned over, placed his mouth on Russell's cock and pushed two of his fingers in Russell's ass. After that, Shelton had pressed on Russell's prostate. Russell had screamed at the same time the singer on stage had and just as loudly. When he'd come down from the clouds where only good orgasms lived, he'd looked over at Shelton to find him shaking through his own orgasm. They'd both left then, neither of them wanting to face anyone with wet pants or a wet cock, but as soon as they'd entered the limo they'd torn each other's clothes off and fucked like rabbits all the way home. A part of Russell still missed Shelton, but he was glad Shelton had reconnected and reunited with his first love, Adam. Still, a good fuck was hard to find. He sighed as he once again tried to see through the snow coming down in sheets outside his window. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. If he could have, he would have turned his car around and headed back toward home. Making sure he stopped to return the ridiculous vehicle he'd bought first. The large vehicle bumped and rumbled over something and Russell...