by Mathew Ortiz
A familiar tingle edged near my balls and I pushed him off me. “On your back—now.” I barked and he leered up at me. He sat back on the bed, hooked his knees with his arms and pulled back hard, exposing his most intimate spot to me. I groaned and knelt down. Brushing my cheek against the soft inner flesh of his ass, I inhaled the musky scent of him. Smooth and warm, his skin beckoned me closer. Flattening my tongue, I swiped a long, wet lick across the star like pucker.
“Fuck! Eat me, Robbie!” Boone shivered and flung his head back as I dove in and pointed my tongue, driving it deeper into him. I fucking loved eating his ass and worked on him until he was sweating, babbling and humping down on my tongue. I bit his left cheek, face damp with sweat as I sat back on my haunches.
“You want something, Boonie?” For some reason, calling him Boonie felt right and very intimate.
“Yes! Yes! Fill me up Robbie! Stretch me wide and fuck me!” he wailed even as I chuckled.
“Supplies?” I asked as I probed his opening with a spit slick finger.’
“Nuh-nuh-nightstand,”
I shuffled, jeans still around my knees, and found what I needed in the nightstand. I shuffled back to between his legs. Lube and condom in hand, I surveyed Boone. His socks were still on and his body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved and his gazed darted to my hands then to my bobbing cock. His lips were swollen and his beard stuck out in odd directions.
Coating my cock with a dollop of lube, I slipped the condom on with ease. More lube was applied to my cock and I lined up with his channel. I pressed forward steadily and his body resisted for a second then my head popped in and the furnace-like heat of his body enveloped me. We both groaned and Boone slung his legs over my shoulders as I thrust the rest of the way into him. Slowly I filled him and his face scrunched up in pain, so I stopped.
“Don’t you dare,” he rasped out and grabbed me, kissing me sloppily.
“Don’t want to hurt you.” I strained to rein in the desire to thrust forward.
“You won’t. Need you in me, Robbie.” He pinched my left nipple and all attempts to be gentle flew out the window as I pushed the rest of my cock into his hot body in one sure thrust. “Fuck! You’re so damn thick.”
I settled in to let him get used to me and sighed happily when my balls touched his ass. Agonizingly slow, I withdrew until only the head stayed in him. Taking a deep breath, I plunged back in and Boone crowed loudly. I altered my angle and thrust more upward searching until.
“Oh yeah! Right there!” Boone yelled and I knew I’d found his prostate. So I pegged it over and over and Boone unraveled under me. His cock twitched and dripped pre-cum all over his belly and his balls drew tight. He was close… oh so close. His thighs made good hand holds as I pounded upward, driving him closer to the edge. Sweat poured off me, dripped onto his chest and Boone’s cock smacked his flat belly as I lifted his ass up to meet my thrust. Wild and savage, we rode each other toward climax.
“Oh God. Oh God! I’m comin’.” Boone’s ass spasmed around me and I pistoned one last time hitting his spot and that’s all it took. His cock expanded and the first volley of milky cum shot past his shoulder. Five more shots splashed along his shoulder, chest and stomach. His shaft pulsed with each spurt and his ass fluttered around me, massaging me as my prick exploded. All I saw were stars. My vision grew dark as all my focus coalesced around my cock and I mindlessly rutted into his clenching channel. My body shook and I screamed out as I came, so loud I’m sure the neighbors heard me.
Boone’s leg slipped off my shoulders and I gently pulled out of him. A quick toss of the condom to the wastebasket and I collapsed onto his sticky body, spent and breathless.
Boone snorted and patted my ass a minute later. “Can’t breathe, Robbie.”
He called me Robbie. Most times, he gave me a plethora of nicknames, however when we were alone, it was Robbie. I heaved a lungful of air and chuckled. “Right.” I bounced out of bed to the bathroom and came back with a warm wet cloth. I gingerly cleaned his ass and he sighed contentedly.
“Nothing says love like the after sex washcloth,” he murmured and I smiled, kissed him quick then padded back into the bathroom to clean myself up. Satisfied I was sparkly fresh, I returned to bed and lay on my back. Boone curled up to my side and rested his head on my chest. His pink tongue flicked out across my hard nipple and his beard tickled my skin. The sensations raced to my tumescent cock and, despite my recent orgasm, it rallied valiantly. Boone cupped my balls and rolled them as he worked me over.
“I was gonna ask you if you wanted a drink but...” he waved his hands over my body. “This was way more fun.” He suckled harder on my tit and I groaned.
I returned his caresses with my own when his monitor suddenly beeped.
Sighing, he sat up, grudgingly letting go of my nipple and looked at the monitor. “Shit. Seventy. Gotta eat.”
He rolled out of bed and slipped on his shorts. He stretched and I marveled at the sinewy muscles as they rippled along his body. Damn, he was beautiful. I clambered out of bed, slipped on my jeans and followed him into the kitchen. He was bent at the waist, rooting around the fridge. I admired the way the fabric of his shorts clung to his ass and I swear I got a tongue hard-on.
“Damn,” he muttered as he straightened and closed the fridge before opening the pantry door. “Double damn.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Got nothing substantial to eat.” He cursed as his monitor beeped again. “Gotta go over to Momma’s.” He trooped past me and came back seconds later wearing a pink tank top and my shirt in his hand, which he tossed to me.
“Come’on, stud.” He walked to the door and motioned to me to follow. “I have to raid my momma’s fridge. I didn’t grocery shop today and I’m out of any decent protein or carbs.” He didn’t even put on shoes so I hurried after him out of the house into the chilly night. My toes curled as soon as they hit the cold concrete but I kept going. Boone seemed possessed as he marched over to his mother’s house. I danced along the sidewalk as he led me to the side door of the house. Before I could say a word we were in the welcoming warmth of a well-loved kitchen.
“Boone!” I admonished as he headed straight for the fridge. “We can’t just walk into their house.
“Of course we can.” Boone shrugged then leaned in and kissed me quickly. “Momma! Mawmaw? Cotton?” He didn’t wait for them to answer while he pulled out what looked like a tray of fried chicken. He motioned for me to join him at the table.
“Boone?” A soft feminine voice called out and a middle-aged woman with Boone’s expressive brown eyes appeared in her robe. “What’s wrong?”
“Sugar’s low. Ain’t no food at my place,” Boone answered as he tore off a huge bite from a chicken leg. “By the way... Momma this is Robbie Gaither, the guy I’ve been seeing.”
And that’s how I met his mom, over a mouthful of chicken. My butt clenched and relaxed as I rose and extended my hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Myer.”
She waved me off. “Call me Linda. Nice to finally meet you, Robbie. Boone talks about you but Mawmaw thought he made you up.”
I gave Boone the stink-eye and he flushed guiltily. “You don’t say?”
“Been busy.” Food flew from his mouth as he spoke and it earned him a smack to the back of his head. “Ow!”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Linda said as she sat down next to me. “This isn’t how I hoped to meet you, Robbie, but I must say, my sons’ have great taste. You’re much prettier than his usual lot.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Boone asked.
“Means yah can’t shake the whore tree an ‘spect an angel to fall out.” Another voice said from around the corner by the hall and I guessed belonged to his mawmaw. A hideously floral house dress, a sleeping cap and bright fuchsia slippers told me this woman dressed for comfort. Those same brown eyes, so like Boone’s, gave me the once over. She grinned and tottered over to the coffee pot, sniffed it once and poured h
erself a cup.
“Mawmaw!” Boone balked his face scarlet as his mother giggled.
“Got himself a looker… don’t he?”
“Momma, this is Boone’s fella, Robbie.” Linda introduced me and I shook Mawmaw’s hand.
“Nice to meet you…eh...”
“Name’s Gladys but call me Mawmaw, everyone does.” She took a spot near the back door where she lit up a cigarette and puffed the smoke outside. “We didn’t expect to see you, Boonie. Thought you’d be…busy.” She cackled loudly and Boone rolled his eyes.
“Do you two have nothin’ better to do than spy on my house?” Boone shifted and put his hands on his hips.
“Nothin’ on the boob tube,” Mawmaw replied puffing out a set of smoke rings. “Why you here, Boonie?”
“I came over because my sugar dropped and I didn’t have anythin’ ta eat,” Boone muttered and wolfed down another bite of chicken. All of a sudden he was the center of their attention.
“How low?” Linda leaned forward, concern etched on her face.
“Yah need some glucose jelly?” Mawmaw snuffed out her cigarette and hurried to his side.
“I’m fine.” Boone sighed irritably.
“Are you sure? Do you want some juice? Are you feelin’ shaky?” Linda and Mawmaw’s questions tumbled out over each other.
“I’m fine!” Boone shouted and both women snapped back, hurt on their faces. Silence and tension filled the room and Linda cleared her throat.
“We got it, son.” I watched her send her mother a pointed look. “We’ll be in the living- room watchin’ TV.” With that the two women shuffled out and I stared at Boone. Embarrassment washed over his face and he looked guiltily at me.
“Sorry about that,” he snuffled and I reached over and took his hand. He squeezed it hard. “I get kinda grouchy when my sugar’s low.”
“You want to talk about it?” I asked and traced circles along his knuckles.
“’Bout what?”
“Boone…” I pushed gently and waited. I watched the emotions play over his face as he decided something.
“I have to apologize to Momma and Mawmaw.” He averted his gaze, avoiding mine. “I shouldn’t have snapped at them but when they get like that, it irritates me.”
“I’m sure they only want to help,” I soothed. Boone pulled his hand away and stood abruptly, pacing around the kitchen as he ranted.
“I know they do. They always mean well. Boone take your insulin. Boone check your sugar. Boone should you eat that? Boone when are you seein’ your endocrinologist? I’m sick and tired of them hoverin’ over me. You wanna know somethin’? Six years ago, I found an apartment on the east side near the pastry school. I was all set to move and I had an… an incident.”
“An incident?”
“I’d just started at school and had put in some long hours. I wasn’t payin’ attention to my blood sugar and I spiked—bad.” Boone stopped and crossed his arms over his chest. I stayed sitting and leaned onto my hands.
“How bad?”
“Bad enough to be in a coma. My sugar was over five hundred. It took two days for them to get it down far enough for me to wake up. It scared everyone and to make matters worse only a year ago I crashed down to forty-three and almost died.” Boone sounded exhausted. “I’m so tired of being the broken triplet.” He sagged in front of me and I jumped out of my chair to gather him in my arms.
“You’re not broken,” I murmured into his ear and he shook in my arms.
“Yes I am! Why me? Why did it happen to me? Ever since I became diabetic, I have to look over my shoulder twenty-four seven. You want the truth? I didn’t take the apartment because I was afraid!” He all but sobbed the words.
“Why?” I pushed him back and held him at arm’s length.
“I’m afraid to be alone!” he wailed. “When Cotton agreed to move in with me, I jumped for joy and havin’ Momma and Mawmaw next door makes me feel safe.” He slammed back into my arms and clung to me. “I’m afraid one day I’ll go to sleep and never wake up.”
He cried in my arms letting his pain and fears overwhelm him. I’d never seen this side of Boone. He always had some sass for me and seeing him like this hurt my soul. I rocked him as he sobbed and crooned nonsense to comfort him. Seeing him like this made me want to protect and love him even more. Love… yes I had fallen in love with this nutty man. I thought what I had with Tim had been love but it wasn’t even close. Boone and I talked, really talked and argued and then laughed. He kept me on my toes and he embraced my stuffiness. His mother and grandmother stood near the door with tears in their eyes. Linda gave me a weak smile and led her mother out of the doorway.
“Boone, Boone, look at me.” I nudged him and he shuddered. Wet lashes framed liquid brown eyes as he gazed into mine. I pecked a quick kiss to his trembling lips. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Didn’t want to be weak in front of you or let you see what damaged goods I am.”
“Stop saying that. You’re not damaged or broken. You’re Boone. And why in the hell would you be afraid to be weak with me?”
He sniffed and batted me on the chest. “You’re so confident and strong.”
Laughter burbled up inside and he frowned at me. “I’m not laughing at you, Boone, only your perception of me. Honestly, I’m not strong. If I was I wouldn’t care what my friends thought of me. I wouldn’t be embarrassed to come from a little hick town, even though everyone there is so genuine and caring. I’m a fraud, pretending I’m some fancy upwardly mobile queer when all I am is simply Robbie Gaither from Tatesville, Georgia.”
Boone sniffed a wet laugh. “Get a load of the two of us: a scared queer afraid to leave home and a hillbilly tryin’ to be citified.”
“A match made in heaven.” My lips pressed against his and he hungrily responded. I let his soft lips loose and he nipped at my lower one. “I love you, Boone Myer.”
There… I’d said it.
Boone froze and doubt immediately roared in my head and my heart. Had I said it too soon? Had I just fucked up the best thing that ever happened to me?
“Dang it, Robbie. I wanted to say it first.” Boone nuzzled my neck. “I love you, too.”
I kissed his cheek and he cuddled up into my arms, so warm and smelling so nice and—
“Aw!”
I half spun us in place and there they were, his mother and Mawmaw both giving us googoo eyes. Boone groaned into my neck and grumbled.
“Trying to have a moment here, you two!”
“I know sweetie but dang if we both didn’t cry our eyes out listenin’,” Linda said her own voice unsteady. Mawmaw handed her a Kleenex from the box she carried. Both had tears in their eyes. I pressed a kiss to his temple and turned him in my arms to face them.
“Mrs. Myer, can I court your son?” I asked very formally. Boone snorted and stared at me in disbelief.
“Hell, if I know Boone, you’ve skipped courtin’ and gone straight to—” Mawmaw hooted but Linda interrupted her.
“Ahem. Yes, Robbie you may court my son.”
“Hello? I’m right here.” Aggravated, Boone huffed beside me.
“I know, love. But my Aunt Mabel drilled into me that I need to ask the parent’s permission to date their child.” I squeezed him and he relaxed.
“Seems like a waste of time. You’ve already sampled the goods.” The smoke-filled opinion echoed in the air and Boone nearly choked.
“Mawmaw!” Boone and his mother yelled and she only laughed harder. I loved the fact there was someone out there that could get the better of my fuzzy man. It appeared to me that Boone got his sense of the absurd from his Mawmaw. The old lady cracked me up and I couldn’t wait to introduce her to my family. Lord, her and Aunt Mabel, now that would be a scary combination. Who knew what those two could get up to? Me? I didn’t care. Boone loved me and I loved him—case closed. We were officially an item and I had his mother’s okay.
So now what?
Chapter 10
Boone
Today turned out to be momentous. Robbie agreed to move in with me! Me! And I was on cloud nine. Since that night at Momma’s we’d become a bonified couple and after two months of dating, Robbie broached the subject of our living arrangements. Most nights we spent at my house because it was directly between his and my work. His condo sat nearer to downtown and the traffic made me a raving nut case in the morning! I mean seriously. Trying to get out of the loop to Decatur made me want to pull my hair out. So, over lunch one day he brought up the subject, which of course didn’t go as he planned.
“I’m not movin’ into your condo, Robbie.” I had begun calling him Robbie more often than not and teasing him less as the weeks had gone by and he loved it. He admitted that, while he liked all my nick names for him, my calling him Robbie seemed more intimate. Oh and lord above I do like an intimate Robbie—but back to lunch. We had decided to eat and have coffee at the Organic Monkey and, with the weather so nice, we plopped ourselves outside to soak up some fresh air and sunshine. I was gaily attired in orange chucks, skinny jeans and a loud orange T-shirt that had ‘Molly, You in danger, gurl.’ Out, loud and very queer, that’s me. Robbie sat across from me looking like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. Perfect tan loafers, sleek tan khakis and a white and navy polo. His blond hair was longer and shaggy. He hadn’t cut it and the former spike has fallen into a very messy and very sexy, shag. I thought it made him hotter.
“Why not?” Perturbed, he sipped his coffee and gave me his best ‘Robbie’s not happy’ look. I’ve had that look turned on me more than once over the last few weeks and I’ve learned to ignore it completely. Mr. Gaither had a tendency to get too toppy for his own good. In bed I craved his toppy, commanding presence. Out of the sack… eh no… Robbie found me not to be a very biddable mate. I guess his ex had been a passive aggressive wuss that let Robbie call all the shots. Well, cocky boy, this queen says nay!
“Three reasons. One: it’s too far for me to drive and the traffic is horrible. Two: honestly it looks like a clinic…”