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by Mathew Ortiz

  My tongue found the bottom of his shaft and moved upward to his slit. A clear drop of pre-cum spread across my tongue and the tangy flavor inflamed my hunger for him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this maddening man. I opened my mouth, took a long breath and swallowed him down to the root. It was easier now. In the beginning, I gagged sometimes. Mr. Gaither was not only thick but long and it had taken some practice to deep throat him properly, although I practiced as much as he would let me, which was at least once a day.

  “More tongue!” Robbie thrust toward my face and my sucking grew noisy and wet. One hand fondled his balls and the other held onto the desk he braced himself on. Sweat trickled down my spine and my own cock ached in my shorts. His scent deepened and I knew he was close. I relaxed my throat letting him deeper in and his cursing increased. My fingers left his balls and massaged his opening. It fluttered under my finger and clenched.

  “Hola!”

  What the fuck?

  “Hey son. We thought—ah Jezzus!”

  Robbie stiffened and stopped thrusting. I let his cock slip from my mouth and turned my head. Two men stood in our front doorway, his dad and Oscar

  “Dad! Oscar!” Robbie squawked and yanked me up, using me as a human shield. I couldn’t help but wiggle my ass as his cock poked me in my crack. He pinched my ass and growled in my ear. “Cut it out.”

  “See, I told you we should have called first.” The younger man said. “Hi, Boone. Hi Robbie.” Oscar grinned, flashing beautiful white teeth. Meanwhile, senior Gaither looked a touch green around the gills.

  “Howdy do, Oscar, Mr. Gaither.” Okay if this got any more surreal, I’d think we were on television.

  The older Gaither sighed and rubbed his huge paw over his face. He looked right past me and pinned Robbie with a glare. “Son, I don’t ask ‘lot of you but could I least meet one of your boyfriends when the two of you ain’t having sex?”

  A giggle burst from me and Oscar followed suit. Robbie had told me how Oscar and his dad had found him and Tim fucking in his dad’s living-room.

  “Well, we already kinda met,” I offered and that got me another pinch on my ass. I had met them for only five minutes before having to work on the cake for Alex and Emmett’s wedding.

  “Not the same, Boone. Not the same,” Robbie grunted and tucked himself back into his shorts, zipping up rather noisily. He stepped out from behind me and walked around to his father, hugging him hard. Eli clapped him on the back and Oscar harrumphed until he got a hug too. I wandered closer and stuck my right hand out—oops not the up the butt hand—and switched to my left and shook his father’s hand.

  “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” He gingerly took my hand and shook it hard.

  “Call me, Eli.” He huffed a quick sigh and I relaxed. Robbie had let go of Oscar and turned back to his father.

  “You look good, Dad.” Concern filled his blue eyes and I moved closer, wrapping my arm around his waist. Robbie’s dad had gotten really sick and had spent months recuperating.

  “Yes, he does,” Oscar added kissing his husband on the cheek.

  “Hell, baby. It’s all that good food you cook. ‘M surprised I didn’t get fat.” Eli chuckled and Oscar patted his stomach.

  “Oh no, Papi. I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise.” Oscar grinned devilishly at his husband and Eli blushed. Robbie and I laughed out loud at their antics. Eli and Oscar were quite a pair. The difference in their ages hadn’t stopped Oscar from setting his sights on Robbie’s dad and, according to Robbie, his dad was happier than he had ever been.

  “Lalala. Don’t need to know that,” Robbie sang out and Eli snorted.

  “Please, every time I see you with a man, they’re swingin’ on your pole.”

  “Dad!”

  “And a nice pole it is.” I waggled my eyebrows at my love and he smiled back at me.

  “You’re incorrigible,” he chided and I only shrugged.

  Oscar waved his hand at us. “See! He is perfect for Robbie. By the way. When are you two getting married?” All focus shifted to us and Robbie squirmed, so I spoke up first.

  “We planned on a small service in my momma’s backyard. After seeing how Alex and Emmett’s ballooned out of proportion, Robbie suggested a small service and reception.” I got the nod yes from him and I pushed on. “No more than fifty people.”

  “Good luck. The Gaithers will come in force. Ain’t no stoppin’ them.” Eli warned and Robbie groaned next to me.

  Alex and Emmett’s wedding had grown to over three hundred family, friends and kin. By the time the joyous day had come, Emmett’s mother swore she was having a nervous breakdown, Emmett had become bridezilla and Ray had gotten into four fights. Thankfully the rest of the day had gone well but according to Emily, the guests ate and drank the party dry. The wedding started at two in the afternoon and ended the next day around noon.

  “Cheer up, love.” I snuggled closer to Robbie. “It’s only one day. We hope to do it in the fall. Georgia’s summer is too hot for an outdoor wedding.” All heads nodded in agreement.

  “Come on, let’s get you guys some tea.” My momma would be shocked by my manners. Guests in my house and I hadn’t offered them a refreshment yet? However I wasn't going to try to walk with a boner and talking with his family gave me time to deflate. I tugged Robbie toward the kitchen and the others followed. Luckily we had the kitchen table set up and clean. Eli and Oscar sat and Robbie took four glasses from the hutch as I got the tea. I was pouring the tea when I noticed Oscar staring at me oddly.

  “What?” I queried and Oscar blinked, startled at being caught. He considered something a moment and asked Robbie.

  “Robbie, do you have two knit beanies?”

  Robbie halted mid sit. “Yeah, I do.”

  “Can you get them for me?” Oscar asked and Robbie left to get the requested items.

  “What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours Oscar?” Eli grumbled and Oscar held up his finger, signaling him to wait. Robbie bounded back in and handed the two black beanies to Oscar, who stood and handed one to me and one to Eli.

  “Put them on.” He commanded. I looked at Eli, who shrugged and we did as we were told. As soon as we did Oscar exclaimed.

  “Madre Dios!”

  Robbie stared at the two of us and then back to Oscar. “What? Oscar what the hell?”

  “Look at them, mijo.” He gestured to us. “Boone looks like your dad.”

  Robbie’s jaw dropped and I peered closer at Eli. Yeah we both had nice beards and our noses were kind of close an—oh hell!

  “You’re fallen in love with a man who looks just like your father!” Oscar crowed and dissolved into giggles. Eli gaped, gazed at me again and chuckled. Me, I looked at Robbie, reached up and closed his mouth.

  “Don’t worry, golden rod.” I assured him. “I won’t make you call me daddy.”

  “Boone!” He shouted and we all laughed until it hurt. I will say one thing, being with Robbie Gaither was never going to be boring… not one bit

  Chapter 11

  Robbie

  I pulled into the driveway of our home, parked and got out locking up behind me. A warm light filled the windows of the living room as I strode up the porch stairs to the front door. A lot has changed since I moved in. Boone started eating more regularly and his sugars were better under control. His momma had hugged me and said it was because he loved cooking for me and me watching out for him. I had too! He had become my world and I couldn’t let anything happened to him. I had left my gym and joined his so we could work out together. It had helped the growing pouch that all the good cooking had deposited on my belly. Boone didn’t seem to care. In fact, he said it made me sexier in his opinion and his opinion was all that mattered to me.

  Work had gotten better. Lily had been summarily fired on the grounds of creating a hostile work place and bullying. No one missed her presence. The office atmosphere became happier, less stressful. Of course, she said she left to give her friend Robert her support
on his upcoming trial, which was set to happen in two weeks. Four separate men had accused him of drugging and raping them. It was fast becoming the trial of the year and had polarized the Atlanta gay scene. One faction, Robert’s friends and hanger-ons defended his actions, whereas the majority condemned him and wanted the maximum penalty for his crimes. Needless to say, Lily stood right beside Robert like some bizarre pseudo-wife.

  Avery and Martin got married in the back yard of their house and despite Martin’s best efforts, over a hundred guests arrived. No one could say no to my aunt Mabel and she insisted on coming. In the end the day shone and everyone cried. Except Martin, who whooped with joy and jumped into Avery’s arms, kissing the stuffing out of him.

  And on top of all that, I think Cotton found love. The man that I’d humiliated myself in front of, Caleb Jaspers, seemed to have captured Cotton’s heart. Not that you could get that information out of Cotton. His tight-lipped answers aggravated his momma and Mawmaw no end.

  I closed the front door behind me and called out. “Boone, where are you?” Hmmm… no response. Intrigued, I headed into the kitchen and nearly fell over my own feet. Naked, except for a miniscule apron covering his junk was my baby. His ass flexed as he stirred the pot on the stove and if I wasn’t mistaken, I smelled red meat and garlic… was it… yes! Fajitas! He’d been learning some new recipes from Oscar. He turned and gave me a sultry grin that made my pants go ‘hey’!

  “Have a seat, babe.” I only nodded and did as I was told. He sidled over to me and handed me a glass of Travecello red wine. I nodded again and caressed his bare leg. Smirking, he eased away but not before he’d given me a soft kiss. He tasted of wine and garlic.

  “What’s the special occasion?” I wracked my brain for dates. Had I forgotten something?

  Fuck. Damn. Shit!

  “No. You’ve been workin’ so hard, I wanted to spoil you a bit. Some thick pepper and salt crusted rib eyes, courtesy of my brother. Roasted garlic mashed potatoes and roasted brussel sprouts.”

  “Aw, babe. Thank you. I know you don’t like brussel sprouts.”

  “I am wonderful to even let those little green devil balls in my kitchen.” He snickered and I laughed softly. “And after, I have massage oil warming in the bedroom.”

  And now my dick was paying attention. Boone bent slightly and I gasped, his ass looked amazing in the soft lighting.

  “I’m so glad you aren’t working this weekend. I have planned—” And his phone rang. Boone huffed and picked it up. “Avery,” he mouthed as he answered it. “Hey bro. What’s—slow down. Cotton’s what? Avery! For fuck’s sake slow down, you’re not makin’ any sense. Oh… hey Martin. Avery’s sayin’ so crazy shit and—no—no! Yeah. Yeah. We’ll be there in thirty. Yes. See you shortly.” He stabbed the end button and his hands shook so hard, I leaped up and took the phone from him before he dropped it. Setting it down, I grabbed his arms and shook him lightly. Boone’s face was pale… even for him.

  “Babe, what’s going on?” He seemed dazed and the sinking feeling in my chest grew. “Boone!”

  He jumped and fell into my arms with a jagged sob. “Cotton’s been shot!”

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  About Me

  Some people sing because of the joy in their hearts. Some people paint to give life to their dreams. I write because I have stories to tell and worlds to create. I’m a husband, a widower, a nurse, a son and a friend.

  Each of my books has tidbits of my own life in them and I hold them close to my heart. I write to express my emotions, my dreams, my fantasies and my fears. I write to bring smiles to people’s faces, make them laugh and even make them tear up. Most of all I write because it gives me solace. Living in Orlando, Florida alone now gives me time to understand myself more each day and grow from each experience. However… most days you can find me watching Grace and Favour and sipping a cup of tea. Thank you for all the appreciation and affection.

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  Renovating Love Series

  A Little Bit of Joy

  Nutbusters

  Uncommon Ground

  Fire Come Walk With Me

  An Unconventional Love Story Series

  Cookies and Coffee

  The Peacock’s Hen

  Once More with Feeling

  Costa Living... with Interest Series

  ...With Interest

  Costa Living

  Love and Salvage Series

  Loving Emmett

  Eli’s Three Wishes

  Halestorm

  Skin Tight Levi’s

  The Oswald Witches Series

  Avaritia

  Luxuria

  Desdemona Darkly

  When Mickey Met Hugh

  The Myer Triplets

  The Butcher

  The Baker

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  About Me

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