by Mathew Ortiz
Snarling, I grabbed Caleb and flipped him onto his back. His eyes widened and I was worried I’d frightened him. Instead, he spread his legs wide and I grinned. He tugged at my beard and I nipped at his fingers. It was my turn to explore. I loved the scent of his skin. Somewhere between sandalwood and sage and I loved nuzzling his pits. Moving down to his neck, I licked and gently sucked the smooth flesh and he quivered under my tongue. Letting my tongue trace a path down his neck, I outlined his right nipple and flicked it once for emphasis. Caleb squeaked and grabbed my head, forcing me down onto his tit and I grazed it with my teeth as he bucked his hips.
“Not yet,” I chided around his tender bud and continued my march down his body. His stomach concaved as I shoved my tongue into his navel. Fuck, his scent deepened and my cock ached. I stopped and drew his straining cock into my mouth, running my tongue under his foreskin. Caleb cried out, biting his lower lip. My body surged hot and I let his cock go. Grabbing his ankles, I pushed his legs around his shoulders, exposing his pucker to the air. Not a hair marred the crinkled skin and sandalwood wafted to my nose.
“You smell amazing,” I cooed and gave his hole a long lazy slurp of my tongue. “Taste even better.”
“Fuck! Eat my ass, Cotton.” Caleb begged and I dove in. I kissed, licked, sucked and rubbed my beard all along his crack and hole. His body shuddered and as I delved deeper with each thrust of my tongue, his opening relaxed and let more of my tongue into his warm body. His balls slapped my nose and eyes and I blinked with each bounce of them.
“Need in you, baby. Need my cock in you,” I snarled and Caleb jerked and nodded. I let him go and flopped to the edge of the bed and found my bag. In short order, a condom and lube filled my hand and I hopped back into position. I made quick work of the condom and slipped it on my dripping cock. The click of the lube bottle rent the air and I poured a generous amount on my fingers and then onto his hole. I teased his pucker and pushed a single finger in and he grunted in pleasure. Sawing in and out of his body, I added another finger and Caleb groaned deep in the back of his throat.
“Do it. Do it!” He wailed and I reared up onto my knees, line up my cock with his hole and thrust in with a strong push. Balls, deep, I hunched forward and captured his cry of pleasure/pain in my mouth and kissed him as I stilled, to let him get used to my intrusion. His breathing steadied, becoming less erratic and I let his mouth go and sighed contentedly. Caleb reached up and grabbed my beard, forcing me to look at him.
“Fuck. Me. Hard.” Not a request… no… a command and I gave it to him. My mild mannered, proper Englishman likes to be ridden hard. The smacking of our wet flesh echoed in the room as I pistoned in and out of his channel. I remember reading that if you aim up toward a guy’s navel, you will hit his prostate every time. Over and over, I rammed upward, nailing his prostate and making his cock leak even more. The air reeked of sex and sweat, and I was closing in on my own orgasm. Caleb fisted his cock and jacked hard, precum flying in glistening web like strands. I leaned over him, on my fists and nipped his chin.
“Oh, we are not done yet.” I pulled out slowly, giving him some quick pumps of my cockhead just inside his opening. Caleb thrashed and moaned when I pulled out. I pulled off my condom, chucking it to the trashcan and grabbed a second condom, slipped it onto Caleb’s ridged pole, lubed him up and climbed on, sliding down his cock. Unlike my brothers who either top or bottom, I like to do both and I happened to lube up my own hole when I was fingering Caleb’s. Tucking my knees under me, I sat down on him slowly until my ass touched his thighs
“Co-Cotton?” I loved the quiver in his voice.
“Relax, Caleb. You aren’t the only one who likes cock up his ass and damn…” I winced as the thickest part of his stretched my asshole wide. “You got a fatty there, love.”
Caleb smiled and jerked as I squeezed his cock with my channel’s muscles. I set up an easy up and down with my ass. I bounced on his cock and the head brushed against my prostate. My balls slapped his soft belly and I felt the burn of cum racing up my cock as I jacked off. I rode him hard. The stretching burn of his cock gliding in and out of my ass shot sparks of pleasure up my spine. Fuck, I loved dick and I loved it in me. Sweat poured off me and slicked up our bodies. Damn, I was so close!
“I’m gonna cum… fuck… sorry!” I yelled and Caleb reached up and pinched my nipples and I came. Boy, did I ever. Arcs of white shot from my slit with the first one hitting Caleb on the chin. My hand sped over my undulating cock and more cum flew into the air, making my whole body shake. Caleb sped up thrusting into my hole and his face crumpled as he shouted.
“Fuck!” So eloquent for an English man and damn that last thrust pegged my prostate. Another drip of cum squirted out of me and he filled his condom and pounded his climax into my waiting ass. A rush of emotion consumed me and I knew he was the one, the one I wanted in me bare. The one I wanted to be in without a barrier. The only one, just me and him. I gingerly pulled off his softening cock and removed his condom. I got up and deposited it in the trash can in the bathroom, fetched us a pair of hot washcloths and came back to a dazed and happy Caleb. Wiping him up, I did the same to myself and tossed the clothes into the hamper. I climbed into bed beside him and he curled up against me.
“You love me, Cotton?” I barely heard him.
“Love you somethin’ fierce, Caleb.” I kissed his shoulder.
“How can you—” I stilled his words with a finger over his pouty lips.
“It was easy as pie. We’ve both had a bad run at life so far, Caleb. It didn’t stop us from fallin’ in love. We all have baggage, babe. It’s how we live our lives that matter and I want to live mine with you and only you.” I punctuated my little speech with soft kisses. Caleb looked at me and I saw tears glisten in his beautiful eyes.
“I love you, Cotton Myer. Forever.” Feeling stronger, more sure of myself than I had in years, I kissed him with all my soul. I was his rock, he was mine and, together, we were invincible.
Chapter 9
Caleb
“Hello everyone, I’m Caleb, an abuse survivor and I’m pissed. I apologize for my language but I read a post on our website that men can’t be domestic abuse victims. That as men, we should fight back and if we can’t or won’t, we deserve what we get. Can you imagine? Bloody asshole. The number of men abused in relationships, shock most people. So many think the man is less a man for letting a girlfriend, wife, lover, boyfriend, husband or partner hit him. So did I at one time but, after getting the hell beaten out of me, I know better. No matter what gender you are, if someone you care for hits you, it is abuse. It’s that simple.”
*
I had just come off another four day run to London and had spent most of my first day off curled up next to Cotton in bed, resting. I slept better and deeper with Cotton wrapped around me, even with his cock poking me in the back, it was still better than a hotel bed.
I also had a phone call from my father when I got back home. It seems he and my mother had a bit of a falling out. After my blow up with my mother, Mikey and Edwina had told me my parents had been fighting nonstop and Edwina said she had never seen father so angry.
I held the phone in my shaking hands. Cotton was with me, arms wrapped around me as I spoke with my father.
“Caleb, I-I failed you as a father,” he said and his voice broke.
“No you didn’t.” I tried to maintain my stiff upper lip but my eyes stung with the beginning of tears.
“No, I did. For years I let your mother brow beat me into agreeing with her about how to raise you children and with you, Benton and Edwina, it stuck but not with Mikey. I think watching your little brother buck her rules made me understand how overbearing she was. We are taking some time apart. I think she is going back to London to visit her sister Margaret.”
“Oh Father, I didn’t want you two to break up because of me!” I worried at my lip and guilt washed over me. I had caused my parents to separate.
“Pish. Your mother’s ego
is bruised and she’s licking her wounds. She’ll be back in a few weeks. I promise you Caleb, things will be different.” His voice was rough with emotion. “And I wish you and your young man would come by for dinner some night. Benton, Edwina, and Mikey said they would all be there. And all of us will be there when you testify in court.”
My throat constricted and emotions threatened to overcome me.
“I love you very much, Caleb,” my father said.
“I love you too, Father.” My voice cracked as I spoke and Cotton hugged me tighter.
*
How in the ever-loving bloody hell, did I get talked into meeting Annie and Cheska for lunch with Cotton and my oddball brother in tow? Mikey hadn’t shut up since I picked him up. Cotton and he took to each other, ‘like ducks ta water, bro’, as Mikey put it. They laughed and teased each other and it warmed me knowing at least one member of me family liked Cotton. To be fair, my other brother and sister hadn’t met him yet and my father hadn’t put his opinion in, mainly because my mother would not shut off her verbal assault on me. I heard Mikey politely tell her off and from the seething phone calls from her, she adamantly refused to see my side. I adored Cotton’s family already. His brothers were hilarious and the men in their lives… incredible and his mother and grandmother tugged at my heart strings. They loved their boys completely and—
“You let him top you?” Mikey barked out and I whipped my head to stare at Cotton.
“Why not? He’s packin’ and I like a good ride.” Cotton shrugged. To my mortification.
“Ha! We inherited our father’s cock. ‘Cept, Benton. He’s got a tiny dick,” Mikey added with a sage nod of his head.
“How do you even know that?” Aghast, I peered at him, shocked, through the rearview mirror.
“Walked in on him pullin’ his pud.” Mikey held up his thumb and index finger a scant four inches apart. “No wonder he’s single. Oughta become a woman. All he’s got is a big clit.”
“Mikey!” Scandalized, I reached back a flailing arm, trying to smack him. He snorted and dodged me. Cotton laughed and I smacked him instead.
“Don’t encourage him,” I admonished and his hand landed on my leg, squeezing.
“I don’t think anythin’ I say is gonna make a difference.”
Cotton had a point. “Fair enough. Oh and Mikey, Annie is my best friend and Cheska’s runner up. Don’t piss them off, or be gross, or be rude, or be nasty, or be—”
“Don’t leave me much to be, bro.” He sulked in his seat.
“It’ll be fine, Caleb. Can’t be worse than meetin’ Boone and Mawmaw.” Cotton snickered and I pinched his tit. “Ow!”
“Behave. Turn here, oh thank goodness! The Monkey isn’t that busy.” The Organic Monkey, a staple in east Atlanta, sat quietly for a change. As we pulled up, I spotted Annie and Cheska sitting inside by the window. Once Cotton had parked the car, we got out and strode toward the restaurant. Cotton opened the door and the rich texture of roasted coffee seeped into my senses. Annie waved us over and we meandered our way to their table. They sat on the bench side of the table, so we sat on the three corners.
“Annie, Cheska!” I leaned across and kissed them in turn. “This my brother, Mikey and the love of my life, Cotton Myer.” Hands were shaken and pleasantries exchanged, then Annie spoke up.
“I’m so glad to finally meet you, Cotton! Caleb gushes about you all the time!” She eyed Mikey suspiciously. “Recently paroled, Mikey?”
“Yup. Free and horny.” He leered at her. “Lookin’ for a good time.”
“Keep lookin’,” Annie sniffed.
Cotton and Mikey both laughed and I sighed. “Back to me and the love of my life—”
“Yes, ladies. Meet the man who bangs my brother’s ass.” Of course, that was the moment the waitress stopped to take our orders. Tiny, not even five-feet tall, her tag read ‘Ugne’. Her delicate blond features blushed pink and I hastily apologized for my brother.
“Please, pay him no mind. I’ll have a Café Americano,” Cotton nodded to me. “Make that two.”
“I’ll have a Chai tea, iced,” Mikey said. “Anyway, this isn’t about me. It’s about showin’ Cotton off to you two, to get the girlfriend seal of approval.”
“Ohh!” Annie tittered and Cheska only smirked. “He’s cute. But I don’t like his beard.”
“I’m right here.” Cotton wagged a finger at us.
“His beard is wonderful!” I hotly answered and Cotton nudged me.
“I’m right here,” he said again.
“Well, I don’t like it,” Annie reaffirmed.
“Again, right here, ya’ll,” Cotton sniped and I rubbed my hand up his thigh. He sighed, contented. I was about to say something when Cotton spoke up. “Caleb likes it ruffin’ up against his netheryayah.”
It took her a few seconds to get what he meant and Annie blushed bright red. Cheska laughed out loud.
“Why do you think I like Davy’s beard?” Wiggling her eyebrows, Cheska glanced at her lap and we all lost it.
“I like your style, Cheska.” Mikey tipped his ball cap at her. “Wanna be my wingman this weekend? I’ll buy.”
“Sure. Davy’s working late. You’re on, hornytoad.” Cheska raised her coffee cup and he clicked it with hers.
“Hey what about me?” Annie squeaked.
“Hey! It’s about me. Remember?” Cotton snarked and we stared at him. “Well, I’m the hunk of man flesh Caleb is showin’ off.”
“And a nice piece it is,” Mikey purred and Cotton flashed him a grin. Me, I smacked his arm.
Not that I was really worried, yet I didn’t always trust my brother. His world rotated around his dick and it didn’t make the best decisions. He’d blazed his way through the male and female population of east Atlanta, showing no signs of slowing down. It didn’t matter to him whether his partners were married or single. In his opinion, he felt no guilt at sleeping with married people. In fact, it was their issue and not his, because the married ones knew what they were getting into. I knew he wouldn’t poach on me but still, Cotton was the type of man, Mikey liked: southern, redneck, tattooed and bearded.
“Piss off!” I warned and Mikey sat back in his chair, grinning.
“Cool, I have a pair of brothers hot for me!” Cotton sniggered.
“I can see why you like him.” Annie pursed her lips and nodded to Cotton. “He’s adorable, but too hairy.”
“This is why you’re still single. You want some blond Ken doll with no body hair.” Cheska wagged a finger at Annie. “And with no penis to scare you.”
“You were right, not a normal one in the bunch,” Cotton mused from next to me. “Your friends and family are as nutty as mine.”
“Normal is so overrated,” Cheska dismissed the notion.
“I’m normal,” I countered and all eyes were on me in an instant. For a split second not a word was said, then they all laughed.
*
I sat on the bed as Cotton puttered in his bathroom. We were going out to dinner at Vermillion Crush and I’d come to pick him up. It took all my resolve not to take off my carefully chosen outfit and get in the shower with him. Damn, I even popped a chubby from sitting in his room. It smelled like him. Musk, man and locker room scents wafted around me. His trainers were responsible for the locker room smell. Cotton had taken up jogging recently and I’d met him as he came home from a run. The dark of the night held a biting chill and you can imagine my surprise when Cotton jogged up as I walked up the path. I almost swallowed my tongue. He wore a grey hoody and a pair of uber-short, tight shorts with a pair of bright green trainers. The shorts hid nothing and the bulge of his crotch made my pulse jump.
He had to clean up and the air reeked of his sweat. I wondered how his sweaty balls tasted? Good Lord! The things I think of lately! Being around Cotton had brought out the sex fiend in me. We’d spent one evening in my tub shaving each other’s balls. The smooth warm slick flesh led to more after we’d dried off. By the time we were done, al
l I had was a little triangle above my penis. I did like his boys smooth and I loved having them lowered into my—oh my God! I’m turning into a pervert. I smoothed out my slacks which only made my hardening cock, harder.
I thought about going into the kitchen for a glass of water, but didn’t want his mother or grandmother seeing my hard on. I’d had more than one interesting moment trying to hide a raging boner around his family. I didn’t need to add to the list.
Before I could formulate a plan to get in the shower, Cotton came into the room, a towel hanging low on his hips. That damn ‘V’. That spot on a tight man around his hips that becomes a ‘V’ and goes toward his groin, was so freaking sexy.
“Caleb? Caleb?” Cotton broke the sexy spell.
“What? I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
“I said, we can go to dinner early.” He snorted, padded over to his dresser and dropped his towel. Cotton had the cutest little bum I have ever seen. Tight and small, his ass swelled slightly from his lower back. I had the urge to bite it and heat flooded me. Damn, I can’t help it. As he opened the drawer, I jumped up from the bed and walked up behind him. He peered into the drawer and rummaged through the top drawer, fingering a pale blue brief with a built-in pouch. From where I stood on his left, I reached down and touched his buttock with my right hand. He smiled and kept right on perusing. I fiddled with a peach brief of the same type as the blue.
“See somethin’ you like?” he rumbled and my fingers grazed the crack of his ass.
“I like the peach for some reason,” I muttered and grazed his opening with the pad of my finger. He hissed in pleasure.
“Hold that thought, babe,” Cotton groaned through clenched teeth. “Unlike Boone, I can’t have sex with my family in the house.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to go back to my place after dinner.” I rose on tiptoe and flicked my tongue out at his left ear. “Dinner isn’t the only thing I want to eat.” Cotton stiffened and the smile he gave me made my toes curl.