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  The first splash of his cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed greedily. As I pulled off, another bolt hit my tongue and I savored his salty juice. He gave me five quick shots and I drank them down. His body shivered and he thrust mindlessly into my willing mouth as he rode his climax. I let go of his softening cock and it slipped from my mouth. I smiled, swallowed again and kissed his inner thigh. He panted and I gave his tumescent cock, one last lusty lick.

  “All better?” I was being a butthead but I didn’t care.

  I stood up and trotted over to the closet. My cock ached in my underwear and I willed it to go down, when I was abruptly twirled around. Avery’s face was raw and hungry and I didn’t have a chance to speak as he dropped to his knees, yanked down my pants and underwear and swallowed my cock to the root. I squeaked and grabbed the closet door frame to hold myself up. He licked me up and down like a melting ice-cream cone. I was so horned up it took all of four slurps on my cock before I blew. My balls drew up and I fed him a huge load. I came and came. My cock hurt from coming so hard and he gulped my cum down effortlessly. I sagged against the door frame, a sweaty mess of frazzled nerves. Avery shot to his feet and took me in his arms, kissing me hard. I opened my mouth and he fed me my own cum. I shared it with him and our kiss was noisy, filthy and slippery.

  He let my lips go and I gazed up at him. The look he gave me almost made my heart burst. I’d seen that look in Levi’s eyes when he looked at Seth or Lucy’s with her husband. It was the look I’d been searching for, for years. And here it was, trained on me. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

  “You taste like salted taffy,” he murmured against my mouth.

  “I’ve waited all my life for you, Avery.”

  “I’m never leavin’ you, Martin. You’re the one for me, my forever. From the moment our eyes met at Hobbins, I knew you were different.” He laid his head on my shoulder. “And it scared me. How could a perfect stranger make me feel so much in such a short time? I wanted to hold you, touch you, kiss you… never let you out of my sight.” He sniffed and I realized my big man was misting up. “Promise you’ll never leave me, Martin.”

  My stomach twisted. He was thinking about Daisy. It was hard at times not to feel like I was competing with his dead wife. Avery had loved Daisy completely, but that’s how Avery was wired. He loved totally, no half measures. He’d loved Daisy and now he loved me. “I won’t. You’re it for me, Avery Myer.”

  Sniffing again, he kissed me with so much passion and love it took my breath away. After what felt like forever, he let my kiss numb lips go. “I’m hungry. I need food, ‘cause I need to build up my strength. I have a gorgeous strawberry blond to make love to tonight.”

  In his arms, I was secure, safe and loved. “Then let’s get you some meat, butcher mine.” I snuggled into his arms and all was right in our tiny corner of the world.

  *

  “I heard from Cotton today.”

  Boone caught Avery and me completely off guard. The end of the month had come and I was spending it over at Avery’s house. Poppy was with her mother and I had the weekend to spend with Avery and Peg. We were all out on the patio, drinking beer when Boone dropped his bomb. Avery stopped mid-nag at Peg.

  “What did he say?”Avery asked and glared at his son.

  Boone had come over to his mother’s house, after work and joined us outside. Avery had wanted to talk to Boone about Cotton, an adult conversation, and Peg was being nosey. His father commanded him to go help his Mawmaw out and Peg was dawdling, hoping to hear some adult stuff. Avery pointed his finger at Peg, who was having a whiny day. “Go help your Mawmaw with the laundry and don’t even stick out your lower lip or I’ll pull it off. Now git!”

  Still whining and bemoaning how unfair his father was, Peg stomped to the back door. Avery, Boone and I sat outside, taking in the summer air. I was enjoying my blueberry beer and Avery had put his feet in my lap. I suddenly wondered if he would let me suck his toes. I would test the waters tonight when were in bed.

  “And don’t slam the screen do—” Blam! The sound of the door rang in the air and I hid my smirk. Peg was a good kid but when he was mad, he was a pisser.

  “I swear he’s pushin’ me lately.” Avery growled around his bottle. “Okay, now that enquirin’ minds have been banished, what did Cotton say?”

  Boone looked around to make sure the coast was clear. “He said he should be comin’ home in two weeks and that he’s doin’ fine.” Boone smiled. “He misses us.”

  Avery pinched his nose and I rubbed his feet and patted his legs. I’m close to my siblings, especially Levi, but Avery’s connection with Boone and Cotton fascinated me. Cotton’s absence had bothered Avery more than he cared to admit and, one night as we’d laid in bed, he’d told me how he felt like a piece of himself had been cut off. We were lying on our backs, side by side when he told me how much he missed Cotton. I rolled over and he wrapped his warm body around mine. He murmured into my neck how grateful he was that I was with him. Being with me made missing Cotton hurt less and how sorry he felt for Boone, because he was all alone. Avery set his beer down and lit up his pipe, puffing slowly on it.

  “He’s gonna have to come clean to Momma and Mawmaw,” Avery said.

  “I know, I know. Keepin’ this from them has been awful. You know I can’t lie worth a damn,” Boone admitted and Avery chuckled wearily.

  “That’s why you always loose on poker night and it’s not like we’re lyin’—mostly.” He puffed out a pair of smoke rings. “No matter how he tells them, they’re gonna be pissed at him. And at us, because we kept them in the dark.”

  Boone leaned back in his chair and groused. “You’re lucky, you gave them a grandchild, no matter what you do, Peg’s your ace in the hole. And, because of you and Martin becomin’ a couple, they have a girl to spoil now! All those two hens yap about is how pretty they think Poppy is and how much they enjoy her visits when Martin brings her.”

  I smugly grinned at Boone, earning me the bird. I guess after three boys and a male grandchild, Lynda and Mawmaw gleefully enjoyed welcoming a girl into their midst and Poppy loved the attention she got from them. Now she had a third set of grandparents to fawn over her.

  “When does he come back, exactly?” I asked and Boone answered me.

  “Today is Wednesday, right?” I nodded and he continued. “Two weeks from this comin’ Monday. Why?”

  “I was wonderin’ Avery, if you and your family would like to join mine at our annual Gaither family gatherin’ at Six Flags Over Georgia. All my siblings and their families will be there. I want you and Peg to go with Poppy and me. It’s next Saturday. Jackie and Matthew aren’t goin’. They’re takin’ a mini vacation as couple.” I asked and Avery replied immediately.

  “Which means all they’re gonna do is sleep.” Avery chuckled. “We’d love to. I know Peg will want to go. I think Momma and Mawmaw both work, but we’re in. Boone?”

  “’Course I’ll go. I love ridin’ coasters.” A beep made him stop talking. He checked a small pager-like device clipped to his belt. “Oops, sugars low. I need to eat.” He got up and headed into the house. He came out minutes later with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter. He scooped out a large spoonful, popped it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

  “You didn’t eat dinner again, did you?” Avery scolded. “You know you have to be more consistent with your diet.”

  “I didn’t know you were a diabetic.” Shocked, I looked from one brother to another. “Are you diabetic, Avery?” He shook his head, so I turned back to Boone. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and sipped his beer.

  “Yup, a diabetic since I was fifteen. I’m the only triplet who developed it.” He lifted his shirt and I saw a small device attached to his flat belly. He punched in a few numbers and the chirping stopped. Avery elaborated, as Boone fiddled with what I came to understand was his insulin pump. He wolfed down another large dollop of peanut butter and said.

  “When the three of us were a few
months shy of our fifteenth, we all contracted a pathogenic enterovirus, called Coxsackie B. I know all the technical stuff about it, since it nearly killed Boone.” Avery explained and my gaze flew to Boone, whose face was flat, unreadable. I recognized that look. It was the same one Avery got when he was holding back a storm of emotions.

  Avery lifted his feet off me and sat up in his chair. He leaned forward and dangled his beer bottle from his hands. “We’d been out swimmin’ with friends in a local lake and by the next day all three of us were sick. Classic, unremarkable symptoms: headache, fever, sore throat, diarrhea. So Mom took us to the ER and they treated us with antibiotics and sent Mom home with prescriptions for more. We took our medicine and drank plenty of fluids like we were told. Cotton and I rebounded fairly quickly. Boone however…”

  “It was like my guts were on fire.” Boone took up the story. “A few horrible mornins later, I vaguely recall Cotton screamin’ for Momma. I couldn’t even open my eyes I was so weak. I thought I was gonna die.” Avery’s face was pinched. I pulled my chair closer to him and took his hand in mine.

  “It was Sunday mornin’ and we’d been outside workin’ on the yard,” Avery said softly. “Mawmaw asked me to check on Boone so I ran to our bedroom. Boone lie on his side in bed… he-he was gray and barely breathin’. Cotton must have followed me in ‘cause I heard him shoutin’ behind me. I yelled at Cotton to get Momma and I tried to wake him up. He wouldn’t… I couldn’t—”

  “It’s okay Avery, I know you tried—”

  “I thought you were dead, Boone.” Avery shuddered at the memory. “Momma and Mawmaw came runnin’ into the room and the screamin’ started. Next thing I know I heard the wail of the ambulance as it pulled into our driveway. They took Boone to the hospital and I grabbed Cotton and sobbed, terrified Boone wasn’t gonna come home.”

  “I was in for three weeks.” Boone said around a mouthful of sandwich. “I slept or was unconscious most of the first two weeks in the hospital. Then I finally woke up and started gettin’ better. Within the week they let me go home. I was so happy to be back with my brothers. Everythin’ seemed to go back to normal or so I thought. A month later Momma noticed I’d lost weight and was drinkin’ water by the gallons.”

  Avery mumbled and Boone reached over and patted his brother’s hand. Avery grabbed his brother’s hand and held it tight. His voice was rough when he spoke. “He was sleepin’ like sixteen hours a day. He slept in school. He kept gettin’ in trouble for it. Momma raced him back to the pediatrician and we found out the virus had destroyed the insulin-producin’ cells in his pancreas.”

  “I got put on insulin and baddabing, all good,” Boone pronounced and shook Avery’s hand once more before letting it go. He polished off another spoonful of peanut butter, then screwed the lid on the jar, set in on the table next to him and washed it down with a healthy swig of his beer. Peanut butter and beer—yuck.

  “Wait!” I exclaimed. “You’re a baker! How does that work?” He grinned at me.

  “Ain’t easy. I love what I do, so I have to keep the tastin’ to a minimum and dial up my insulin as needed durin’ workin’ days. My days off I might use a third less insulin, so I use an insulin pump to control my highs and lows better.” He patted the small unit on his side.

  “Wow.” I was in awe. Boone was a survivor and I admired him all the more for it.

  “I don’t let it stop me,” Boone assured me with a confident smile. “I’m not just a diabetic and please don’t call me it. Being diabetic is part of me, but it’s not all of me. I watch what I eat and I exercise, way more than the slug you’re sittin’ next to.”

  “Hey!” Avery exclaimed but Boone razzed him quiet.

  “And I’m the only Myer with a six pack and guns.” He flexed one arm and I had to admit, he had nice biceps that were bigger than Avery’s. “And I have my insulin pump and meter. They help me monitor my glucose levels and show me trends. I’m very brittle and little things make my sugar go wonky fast.”

  “Color me impressed. I had no idea.” And I was impressed. I’d never noticed him using his pump or meter.

  “Anyway,” Boone said, ending the conversation. “Enough about me. Are we gonna to ride together or what? Oh calm down Avery, I was talkin’ about roller coasters. Not my impressive cock.” I sensed that Boone didn’t want to talk more about his diabetes. “What time do we leave?”

  “I want to be on the road by nine in the mornin’. By the time we get there, park up and get tickets it’ll be ten and the family is meetin’ right inside the entrance.” I listed my itinerary for the day and Avery chuckled.

  “That’s my Martin, the organizer. We only need one ticket and that’s for Boone. I bought Peg and me season passes to Six Flags and Six Flags White Water Atlanta the day we three went to White Water.” Avery’s hand landed precariously high on my leg and I squirmed under his warm touch. Boone totally noticed and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “Sounds like a plan.” Boone stood up and dumped his empty beer bottle in the trash. Craning his neck to look at us, he teased me. “Lookin’ at my butt again, Martin? I do Brazilian butt exercises every day. I’m the only Myer with some junk in the trunk. The other two suffer from flat ass syndrome.” He grabbed the edge of a patio chair, and did a horrible version of twerking for me. It would seem that none of the Myer men had rhythm. Still, he did have a nice butt.

  “Stop twerkin’ asshole and you stop starin’!” I squeaked, when Avery poked me in the ribs. My face flashed hot and I knew I was as red as a fire engine. “Get your own guy, ya horny toad,” Avery fumed.

  Boone howled with laughter. “Alright, peace bro. Why don’t I call Peg out here and we can tell him the news. It might stop the whine-athon he’s been on.”

  “Good idea,” Avery grunted and Boone walked up the stairs to the laundry room to fetch Peg.

  “Don’t be mad, Avery. He’s only teasin’.” I patted the side of his face, running my fingers through his hair and he shrugged.

  “I know. And I know he don’t mean nothin’ by it.” He smiled at my touch. “I was always the shy quiet one and Boone was the funny one. People flocked to him. I envied that about him. Can’t help thinkin’ you’re settlin’ for me an—”

  “Avery Darwin Myer don’t you ever say somethin’ as stupid as that again. Oh yeah, I know your middle name. Lynda told me.” I rapped him on the nose with my finger. “I’m not settlin’. I want you and only you. Get that through that thick skull of yours. Boone’s funny, but you’re kind, gentle and make me feel like I’m the most important person in your life. I can’t ask for more.” I softened my harsher words with kisses to his face. “Darwin…”

  “Aw Martin don’t call me that.” Now, Avery was whining. “I hate my middle name. Momma gave all three of us cool first names but our middle names suck.”

  “What’re Boone and Cotton’s?” Nosey, I’m being plain nosey.

  “Oh no. They’d rip my nuts off if I told you. You wanna know, you have to ask them.” His jaw set firm.

  “Oh really? What if you tell me and I promise to do nasty, filthy things to you later?” I hummed against his jaw. His breathing quickened and his scent deepened.

  “Even dirtier than last Saturday?”

  I lowered my mouth and chewed on a corner of his mustache, tugging the hair with my lips. I brought my lips to his ears and whispered a few choice things and his eyes widened, a ruddy flush warmed his ears. He shifted his butt, crossing his legs to hide his growing erection. I drew back and he licked his lips.

  “Can we do that tonight?” He was like a kid asking for ice-cream.

  “Of course we can.” I reached over and rubbed his left nipple through his t-shirt. “And more.”

  We had to stop because Boone chose that moment to come back with Peg. The excited shrieking that occurred less than sixty seconds later could be heard all the way over in Macon County.

  *

  Bright and early Saturday morning, the five of us; Avery, Boone, Poppy, Peg and
I waved goodbye to Mawmaw and Lynda. We piled into my sedan, buckled up and I started the car. I drove from their house in North Druid Hills, taking the 23, until it met up with US highway 20 east. Thankfully traffic was light because it was still early morning. The kids yapped nonstop in the back and Boone snoozed behind me. Avery sat in the passenger seat, his hand linked with my free one. Poppy excitedly explained to Peg all the stuff my family does at these gatherings. How we all like to ride the family rides and how some like the coasters and other’s like the water rides. She also told him we all buy a bunch of food at lunch and everyone shares.

  Peg was in heaven. His big brown eyes, so like his dad’s, gleamed with excitement as Poppy regaled him about her cousins—the ones she liked and the ones she didn’t. By the time we’d parked up and got a ticket for Boone, Peg was fit to burst.

  The sun blazed in the sky and the day was shaping up to be a scorcher as we waited on my family to arrive. It was a hot, humid morning and fluffy clouds, white as snow, drifted across the deep blue summer sky. A breeze ruffled my bangs and brought blessed relief from the heat. I sat on a bench just inside Six Flags over Georgia with Avery at my side, while Poppy, Peg and Boone had gone to get lemonade. I was enjoying the quiet time with my man.

  His shoulder brushed mine and I gave him a lingering perusal. His long hair was pulled back into a loosely braided ponytail which was knotted on top of his head. I never really noticed his ears before. They stuck out some and it was kind of adorable. His brown eyes were shielded by a pair of very nice Polo Sunglasses and I loved his re-styled beard. He’d had it trimmed and tightened for summer and it looked sexy and dangerous. He wore a sleeveless blue shirt and board shorts and his skin glowed in the sunlight. Tan Converse sneakers completed the look and the DILF was out in full force. Me, I had on black board shorts and a white lightweight shirt with my favorite comfy deck shoes on my feet.