“No fucking way, Caleb!” A man walked over and hugged him. “I haven’t seen you in a while!” His eyes fell on Heath. “Holy shit! Kid?”
“Yes, kid with angel and devil lips all in one.” Heath winked at him.
“Holy shit you grew up nice.” The eyes took Heath in from head to toe.
“Hey, Joe, do you mind? That’s my boyfriend you’re ogling.” Caleb’s lips twitched as he tried to look menacing instead of smiling proudly.
“Boyfriend? No shit?”
“Nope, no shit.” Caleb leaned over and kissed Heath lightly.
“Oh, I am so jealous.”
“Hey, I’m going to get us drinks. You okay here, Heath?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Joe was still eyeing him. “So you and Caleb, huh? How long?”
“For a while now, I mean I met him when I was sixteen and we’ve seen each other now and then over the last two years.” Heath felt a hand on his ass.
“Mmm, who is this, Joe?”
“Um — not yours, Tim.” Joe looked around for Caleb.
“But you could be, couldn’t you, twink?” Tim eyed Heath; his hand squeezed harder.
“Don’t touch me.” Heath snapped a warning.
The older man laughed. “I’ll do what I want, sweetie.” His hand slowly came around to the front.
The voice Heath knew and loved so well stopped Tim’s traveling hand in its tracks.
“I don’t think you want to do that, Tim,” Caleb fairly growled.
“Caleb?” Tim turned around and his eyes went wide. “When did you get back?”
“Just stopped in for the night. Now get your fucking hands off my boyfriend before I break them.” Caleb smiled menacingly.
“Oh shit! This is yours?”
“Yes and ‘this’ has a name. It’s Heath.” Caleb moved closer.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Tim left like his ass was on fire.
Caleb laughed. “Hey, Joe, anyone in the back office?” Caleb looked around.
“No, you need it?” He smiled at Caleb.
“Yeah.” Caleb looked at Heath. “Come on, let’s go.”
Caleb took Heath to the office where they had talked when Heath was sixteen. The memories rushed back as Heath looked around.
“Okay, really you need to go back to wherever you came from. You won’t last five minutes in here.”
“I can handle myself!”
He smiled and looked at the desk where Caleb had been sitting when he threatened to call his parents. Caleb came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. He dropped his head back and relaxed against Caleb’s chest.
“You smell good,” Caleb whispered. He ran his tongue along Heath’s neck. “You taste good, too.”
Heath ground his ass into Caleb’s crotch and Caleb moaned. “What did you want to do to me that night, Caleb?” He turned his head and met Caleb’s lips.
“I wanted you on the desk,” Caleb barely breathed.
“Do it. Take me on it.”
Caleb picked Heath up and sat him on the desk. His hands went to his hair and he threaded his fingers through it. Grabbing the back of his neck, he brought Heath to his lips. He licked the bottom lip and nibbled on it. He pushed Heath’s knees apart and moved between them. His hands shaped themselves to Heath’s ass as he pulled him closer.
“I want you so bad, Caleb.” Heath lay back on the desk and started to unbutton his pants. Caleb pushed his hand away.
“Baby, you have no idea how much I want you. How much I wanted you then, how much I want you now.” Caleb quickly undid the rest of the buttons. He slid Heath’s pants and boxers off.
Caleb kept eye contact as he unfastened his own pants. He pulled a condom out of his wallet and slipped it on. He leaned over Heath and opened the desk drawer, felt around, and found what he was looking for. He squeezed lube in his hand and covered his cock with it. His slick fingers entered Heath.
Heath moaned and arched his back. Caleb always made him feel so fucking good. He felt another finger and he moved his hips, meeting the twisting fingers. Caleb hit his prostate so many times that his legs were shaking. He closed his eyes, the fingers went faster, and he moved his hips with them faster and faster. He was just about to come when the fingers were suddenly gone. He whimpered.
Caleb smiled and pulled Heath’s ass to the edge of the desk. He slowly lifted the muscular legs to his shoulders before he nudged the tip of his cock at Heath’s entrance. He teased his boyfriend, pushing in just a little before pulling back out, repeatedly. When he knew Heath was really ready — but relaxed — Caleb slid his entire length into his lover. He gripped Heath’s hips firmly and pulled him onto his cock.
“Oh fuck!”
Caleb mixed forceful pushes with slow movements. He wanted this to last. He shoved in and looked adoringly at Heath’s face; he really was beautiful. Right now, his eyes were closed, his mouth partially open, making small noises. Caleb lowered his gaze and watched his cock slide in and out of the younger man, watched the opening as he slid in and pulled out slowly.
Heath’s dick rested on his stomach, hard and undoubtedly aching to be touched. Caleb ran his fingers up the backside and then ran his thumb over the tip, smearing the precome all over the head. His hand gripped it and stroked.
“Caleb, I’m begging — please,” Heath rasped, a look of pure ecstasy on his incredible face. Caleb stroked faster and mimicked his hand’s movements with his cock as he tore into Heath. He went deeper, hitting Heath’s prostate.
“Yes! Oh God! Right there!! Do it again! Please!!”
Caleb slammed into Heath as hard as he could. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. Heath cried out as he came and Caleb reveled in the feel of the warm liquid running between his fingers. He felt his own orgasm build and he pounded into Heath one more time and moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out slowly and tied off the condom.
He eased Heath’s legs down, pulled him up and held him.
“I love you, baby,” Caleb whispered in Heath’s ear as he licked his earlobe. He ran his tongue down Heath’s neck to his collarbone and then bit down and sucked at the base of Heath’s neck.
“I love you, too. I’m glad we waited, though. This was worth it.” Heath smiled at him.
“I would have never taken advantage of you, Heath. As much as I wanted you that night, I would never have taken advantage of a minor.”
“I know. You drove me crazy. I really wanted you to touch me!”
“Oh trust me, I wanted to touch you.” Caleb licked Heath’s bottom lip. He snuck his tongue inside and explored his mouth..
“So, should we go dance?” Heath snuggled into his man’s neck.
“You stay by me, okay? I do NOT trust these guys.” Caleb palmed Heath’s face.
“Hey, I can handle myself!”
Caleb laughed.
Chapter 14
It was the first game of the season and the Fort Worth team was pumped. They were playing one of their main rivals, and Damon knew it was going to be rough. He watched the other team trot out on the field and gathered his team around.
“They’re going to go brutal on us. We have to set the rules from the first play just like Heath always did, which means we run them over and get our asses flagged.” Damon made eye contact with each member of his team. “You guys in?”
They all shouted and put their hands in. They had faith in their quarterback. Damon knew they would lose yards to start the game, but it had to be done to set the tone and send a message.
“BREAK!”
In the stands, Heath was watching his little brother carefully. He narrowed his eyes. “Um, Dad? I think you should get ready for some fighting.”
Stefan checked the field. “What do you mean?”
Caleb spoke up. “They’re setting the rules — and it’s going to get ugly.”
It got very ugly. Damon’s team took out half of the opposing players; two didn’t come back. The middle linebacker for the other team was in Damon’s face.<
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“What the fuck?”
“That was your first and only warning. Play nice, or you won’t have a team left at the end of the game.” Damon walked back to the huddle. “Everyone okay?”
“Yeah, I might have hurt my knuckle a little on that guy’s teeth.” Mark pointed to the other team’s safety. He laughed.
“We’re coming for you!” The other team was still egging them on.
“I would say that’s because we’re so good-looking, but I know how homophobic you assholes are!” Damon laughed his ass off.
The rest of the game went like clockwork. Fort Worth High beat them badly. Damon and his players were leaving the field when an opposing player started talking shit again.
“Is there a problem?” Caleb came up behind the Fort Worth players.
The kid’s eyes went wide and he ran after his teammates.
Damon and his friends turned and looked at him. “What?” he asked, looking innocent.
“Caleb, that poor kid probably shit his pants!” Heath laughed.
“Good. Nice job guys.” He slapped Damon on the back.
“Damon, really?” Stefan did not look happy.
“What? Heath did it all the time, Dad.” Damon smiled his most dimpled smile.
“Christ.” Stefan ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, well don’t stay out too late, all right?”
“K, Dad. Love you!”
Stefan grabbed Jordan and they headed for the parking lot. Heath looked at his little brother.
“That was so fucking funny,” he guffawed.
“I just did what you always did.” Damon pointed out.
“All right. Caleb and I are taking off. You guys have fun, okay?” Heath mussed his little brother’s hair.
Damon, Tyler, Mark and Tanner went out for pizza and discussed the game. Tanner sat close to Mark. He held his hand under the table and squeezed it.
“Hey, you guys up for a little adventure?” Tanner waggled his eyebrows.
“Yeah, as long as we don’t get into any more fights tonight. I’m on thin ice with my dads.” Damon rolled his eyes.
“Follow me.” Tanner got up and took Mark by the hand.
They followed Tanner as he drove down a main road and took a side street. They ended up in an alley near a warehouse. He got out of the car and waited for the rest of them.
“I used to come here all the time. There’s no alcohol or drugs, it’s just a place for teens to hang out. A lot of them are gay so it makes things easier.” Tanner smiled and took Mark’s hand.
The music inside was blasting and the place was packed. Tanner made the rounds; he knew a lot of people there. They went up to the bar and Tanner ordered them all sodas.
“Hey, little brother, who are these guys?” Another bartender came out and smiled at the teens.
“Hey, Jason. These are my friends Damon, Tyler, and Mark.”
“Hey guys, I’ve heard a lot about you. Thanks for taking care of my little brother.” He gave them a genuine smile.
“Not a problem. Tanner’s a good guy.” Tyler smiled back.
“Well, Tanner, haven’t seen you in a while. Who’s the guy?” A blond-haired kid had walked up and looked Tanner over. They could tell quickly he had a thing for Tanner.
“Greg, this is Mark.”
The blond checked out Mark, his eyes moving up and down appreciatively. “Well, you’re something aren’t you? Look at that ass; you could bounce a quarter off of it.”
“Well I haven’t tried that yet, Greg, but now that you mention it —” Tanner smiled.
“So, Mark, are you taken or can I try the aforementioned activity?” Greg licked his lips.
“Taken!” Mark grabbed Tanner’s hand.
“Shame.” Greg moved on and Tanner laughed.
“I think he might cry, Mark,” Tanner teased.
“Hey, Tyler and I are going to dance. I like this song, it’s slow.” Damon grabbed Tyler’s hand and they headed for the dance floor.
Tanner was parked on a barstool. He spread his legs and pulled Mark in between them.
“I told you that you’re gorgeous, Mark. Look around, see how many guys are checking you out?” Tanner hugged the teen to his chest.
Mark kept his eyes on Tanner. “There’s only one guy I want checking me out.” He leaned in and kissed Tanner lightly on the lips. “You want to go dance with me?”
“Can I touch your ass?” Tanner whispered.
“Yeah, and grab it, too.” Mark smiled and pulled Tanner up. They moved to the dance floor and Mark pulled Tanner into his arms. He felt Tanner nuzzle his neck, closed his eyes and pulled him in tight.
Damon and Tyler pressed close together, eyes closed as they swayed fluidly to the music. Tyler pressed his lips to Damon’s throat.
“You smell so good,” he whispered in Damon’s ear.
“You feel good in my arms.” Damon kissed his lips lightly.
“I can’t wait to be alone with you,” Tyler breathed in his ear.
Damon’s spine tingled, and the hair on his arms stood straight up. “God, the things you make me feel, Tyler!”
Tyler pulled back and looked in Damon’s eyes. He ran his fingertip over Damon’s lips, leaned in, and kissed him slowly. His threaded his fingers in Damon’s hair and pulled him in closer, his tongue slowly dancing with Damon’s. They broke from the kiss, lust in their eyes.
“Yeah, we should go,” Tyler said huskily.
After Tyler and Damon left, Tanner and Mark stayed for another half hour before they left. Tanner took Mark home and they sat out front in the car. Tanner took in Mark’s tight jeans and black T-shirt. He wanted to strip him naked, see what he looked like. He laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Mark cocked his head.
“I was just thinking about how badly I want to see you naked,” Tanner admitted.
Mark leaned over in the seat and grabbed Tanner behind the neck, his fingers threading in his hair. “Come here.”
Tanner leaned in and Mark kissed him; it was different from the others and he felt his temperature skyrocket. It was slow and soft; Mark’s tongue was exploring his mouth, running over his teeth. This was so different from the kisses before. It was as if someone had flipped a switch inside Mark, and Tanner wasn’t complaining.
Hands ran up his chest and pinched a nipple. He moaned quietly and the kiss deepened. Suddenly, Mark had him in his lap — a hand between his legs was pulling down his zipper. Mark pulled Tanner’s cock out and stroked it gently.
“Shit!”
The hand gripped more tightly and stroked faster. Mark’s lips were on his again, and Tanner rocked his hips. Between Mark’s kisses and being jacked off, Tanner couldn’t take it anymore. He let out a loud moan and came in Mark’s hand. Mark took his T-shirt by the hem and wiped Tanner’s stomach off.
“Holy shit, Mark!” Tanner’s breathing was uneven, he was glistening with sweat and the car windows were fogged.
“Thank you, Tanner,” Mark breathed, nuzzling Tanner’s neck.
“Thank me? For what?”
“For tonight. For trying to show me that I’m attractive.”
“Because you are,” Tanner whispered.
“I want to be your boyfriend.”
“Mark, you were mine the day I met you.” Tanner held his face and kissed him hard.
“Good.” Mark smiled. “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” He kissed Tanner and dashed into the house.
Tanner sat in his car trying to get his wits back. He started the car and smiled. “Holy shit, I have a boyfriend!”
*~~*
Damon had taken Tyler home. They were in the basement, their shirts were off, and their pants were unbuttoned. They had their hands in the other’s pants, stroking. Tyler was licking Damon’s neck and sucking on it. Both of them increased their movements until they both moaned loudly and came in each other’s hands.
“I hope whatever’s going on with your family is over soon, Damon. I want you now,” Tyler breathe
d as they held each other.
“I know, I want you, too.”
“You should get home. My parents will be home soon, and you have to make curfew.”
Damon kissed him. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Damon left and Tyler dropped down on the couch, looked at his dick and smiled. “Hang in there buddy.”
*~~~*
Stefan woke up to feel Jordan right on his ass. He smiled and rubbed against Jordan’s cock.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’m in the mood.” Jordan lightly bit Stefan’s earlobe.
“Oh, sorry.” Stefan smiled and did it again.
They hadn’t made love in over a week. Between the stress of keeping a close eye on the kids, work and the constant updates from the guards, there just hadn’t been a free moment and Stefan missed Jordan — a lot.
He felt Jordan move around and then his hard cock pressed against Stefan’s opening. Stefan spread his legs a little and felt Jordan’s arm come around him. His husband slid in slowly and Stefan moaned. God, it felt good to have Jordan inside him again. He turned his head and found Jordan’s waiting mouth.
Jordan took his time. He had missed Stefan so much. He let his tongue roam as he pushed further into his mouth; hearing his moans turned him on even more. He slid his hand to Stefan’s hard cock and stroked him. Moving closer, he thrust into him more deeply. He felt the vibration of his husband’s moan in his mouth. He pumped him slowly, wanting it to last. He felt the ass tighten on him as he slid out and then back. Jordan adjusted himself to hit Stefan’s spot. He planted his foot firmly on the mattress as he stroked faster and pushed in deeper.
“Jordan…harder,” Stefan gasped.
He shoved in using Stefan to propel himself even further into his ass. He felt cum on his hand, accompanied by a load moan. He grabbed Stefan’s hips and made his final thrust hard and deep, exploding inside. They rested on their sides for what seemed like an eternity, both breathing hard. Jordan pulled out slowly and rolled onto his back. Stefan rolled over and curled into his side.
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