All of the Voices by Bailey Bradford (book recommendations based on other books TXT) 📕

the way Matt’s breathing sped up and his large hands fisted in his lap.

“You can touch me, if you want to.”

“I want to, very much.” Matt stood and removed his pants and underwear, his gaze on Carlin’s groin the entire time. Carlin was used to men looking at him, appreciating his lithe build and toned muscles.

Matt frowned and looked up at him. “You don’t have any hair. How did I not notice that before?”

“You were a little busy,” Carlin pointed out, hoping his voice didn’t betray his fear Matt would find his hairless body repulsive. “I’m not a very hairy guy to begin with, so I have what little I do have waxed off. It… I’m very tactile, and love the way being like this makes everything that touches my skin feel like so much…” Carlin stopped then shrugged. “It just seems to make me more sensitive to touch.”

Matt arched his eyebrows, but he stopped frowning and Carlin breathed a little easier as Matt looked him over head to toe.

“Turn around,” Matt ordered, twirling two fingers in the air. Carlin turned and presented his back to the man. He arched his lower back just a little to push his ass out, then glanced over his shoulder as Matt grunted.

Carlin thought Matt looked a little dazed, but in a very good way. “Do you like?” Carlin asked as he reached back and ran his hand over one butt cheek. “There’s not even a bit of fuzz, just smooth, warm skin.”

“Let me see.”

Carlin spread his legs shoulder width apart then bent forwards as he reached behind him again. He gripped his cheeks and pulled them apart, figuring if Matt didn’t freak out over such a raunchy display then he truly was comfortable with this side of his sexuality.

Matt didn’t freak at all. Carlin could see him even in this awkward position, and even upside down, Carlin could easily read the appreciation and desire in Matt’s expression.

“I’ve seen stuff like this online, but it never made me feel like I’m being burned from the inside out.”

Before Carlin could ask about the ‘stuff online’, Matt moved closer and smoothed one hand over Carlin’s ass while grabbing Carlin’s balls with the other.

“I like this no hair thing,” Matt muttered. “Like feeling your skin, so soft for such a hard looking body. And here—” Matt squeezed Carlin’s balls lightly, sending a bolt of need straight to Carlin’s hole. “These big balls fit in my palm, silky smooth. I never would have thought it could feel so erotic.”

“It does,” Carlin squeaked as a wave of lust swamped him. “Just don’t get rid of your pelt. I love a hairy man.”

Matt snorted. “As if. I have no desire to have all this hair ripped off, but I do desire you.” Matt shifted behind him and Carlin felt the fat crown of Matt’s dick press against his opening.

“Condom,” Carlin yelped, thinking he might be getting fucked before he was prepared after all. Between his need to have Matt’s dick buried deep in his ass, and Matt’s need to be there, Carlin was dangerously close to doing something stupid. “There’s one in my wallet.”

Matt stroked Carlin’s ass with his cock, then patted it with his hand as well. “Unless you want to get fucked standing here like this, I’d suggest you get your ass on the bed in whatever position you want to be in.”

“Shit,” Carlin muttered. “You can’t say something like that and expect me to be able to think!”

“You don’t have to think, just move.”

Carlin stood and turned around, sprinting for the bed, prodded by an urgent need for Matt. He leaped and landed on his hands and knees and promptly maneuvered himself around until he had his head resting on his forearms and his ass in the air. Matt stood with Carlin’s open wallet in his hand, staring down at something. When Carlin realized what it was, he sat up on his heels and called Matt over to the bed.

“That’s my father,” Carlin explained as he pointed at the expressionless man standing beside him in the photograph. “He was diagnosed with late-onset schizophrenia not long after I turned eighteen. My mother had passed away from ovarian cancer when I was ten, so there’s no one else…”

Matt stared at the picture for several seconds before looking at Carlin. “He’s why you didn’t come visit, isn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Carlin admitted. “He…I kept him with me as long as I could, but none of the medications the psychs gave him helped at all, and Dad kept getting worse. Leaving him…I just couldn’t do it. Aunt Mary knew. She wasn’t close to my Dad, I don’t know why, maybe that’s the way of some in-laws. Maybe she didn’t think he was good enough for her little sister, but she understood a son’s love for his father.”

He took the wallet from Matt and looked at the photo. His father’s once-lively eyes were so lifeless, his entire expression flat. Carlin swiped at a tear that slipped from his eye and wondered how pathetic he appeared to Matt.

The bed dipped and Carlin glanced up as Matt sat beside him. Matt put an arm around his shoulders and twisted his torso around until Carlin found himself enveloped in a tender hug. Matt’s ability to shift from horny and demanding to comforting and sweet threatened to make Carlin bawl like a baby. Definitely not attractive, he thought.

“Where’s your dad now?”

Carlin tipped his head up to look at Matt, soaking in the concern in those blue eyes. Guilt ate at Carlin and he feared Matt’s judgment, but he wouldn’t lie to this man.

“He was endangering himself, slipping out of the house despite the nurse I hired to watch over him while I was at work. The first time it happened, he was gone for three days before the police found him, scared and filthy, curled up asleep under a bridge where a lot of homeless people sleep. He was screaming at the voices in his head, and someone