Nuts About You: A Testicular Cancer Anthology

by Anthology

  Her eyes go down and she looks uncertain. What the hell? Rolling over and taking her with me, I loom over her and soften my face.

  “You’d rather we use a condom? Fine, either way, babe. Don’t ever feel like I’m pushing you or will do something you don’t want. Okay? I’ll even back off now if you’re not ready.” Swallowing deep, I feel the need to add, “Might have to use your shower to jerk off a time or two. But, yeah…I will always place you first.”

  Her fingers reach out and slide down my cheek. “I grew up in a small town…the few guys that were around were more like brothers to me, so I didn’t really date. Then I moved here and started my shop and didn’t have time. So, what I’m really saying is…” Her voice trails off and although I heard every word she said…it doesn’t make a lick of sense because…

  “Holy fuck. You tellin’ me I’m gonna be your first and your fucking last?” I groan because, I’m not sure this is such a great thing.

  Don’t get me wrong, it is, but really? That’s like getting a top of the line bike but there’s a speed limit on every damn fucking road so you have to enjoy the ride and scenery.

  I bury my head into the curve of her shoulder. “Best fucking gift ever. But shit. I wanted this to be hard and fast and then again, slow and long. Guess I will chew a fucking hole in my cheek before I can blow my load. Did I mention you’re the best thing I ever got in my life? Dammit. I’ve done some dirty stuff and yet here you are…pure and all mine.”

  “Could we stop talking and start doing? I really don’t know what to expect, so I’d like to get it over with since all I’ve ever heard is that it’s gonna hurt like a bitch. So, to me your first option does sound like something we should do…you know, get it over with hard and fast so I can really enjoy round two?” She’s got her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and looks so fucking gorgeous.

  My dick is right at her entrance and I can feel how slick she is. No matter how I fucking tip toe around it, this is gonna hurt. My hands find hers as I place them next to her head and lace her fingers with mine. Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I lift up and rock inside with one hard thrust.

  She gasps and closes her eyes while her body freezes up underneath me. I’m struggling just as much with the tightness my dick is strangled in. Holding still, my mouth covers hers as I pour every ounce of emotion into this kiss. The second our tongues meet, I can feel all the tension leave her while she solely focuses on the connection of our mouths.

  Maud starts to grind against me and that right there is what I was waiting for. Slowly, I pull out of that tight heat and gently push back in. My teeth nip her tongue to keep her focus off track now. I want her to feel overwhelmed in every direction. The fingers of my right hand give a little squeeze before I let go of hers. Trailing in between us, I find her magnificent boob and cup it in my hand.

  My tongue is dueling with hers when I take her nipple and give it a little pinch. The sounds she makes, the way she writhes beneath me. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this connected. It’s like we’re perfectly in tune with each other. When you randomly screw it’s all about getting off. Although I always make sure the chick has an orgasm, this doesn’t compare to anything I’ve done before.

  She’s giving this to me; her pleasure, her first time, her heart and fucking soul. And I’m damn sure going to take it. My insanity goes overboard at the same time she lifts her legs and wraps them around me. Her free hand is on my back, nails digging deep while the other is still laced with mine in a solid grip.

  Pumping hard in and out, the sound of slapping, skin to skin that’s slick with sweat. My groans and her chants of pleasure are a build up for what’s to come. I find her bundle of nerves and slide tiny circles around it before I press down on her clit and she goes off.

  Cum leaves my body and bursts into hers in hot strokes. I’m buried to the hilt while I bellow out her name. It’s like flashing through clouds in heaven where there’s nothing else except her and me. Utter bliss is flowing through my veins as the cum just keeps pumping.

  Ultimately, I come out of my orgasm cloud and look down at Maud. Well sated. That’s how she looks. I feel fucking drained so I drop and roll, placing her on top of me while my dick never leaves her pussy.

  Right now, I can’t think of anything else in the world. Her and me, in bed. Best sex I ever had and I for damn sure want another round. Except I know for fucking sure she’s gonna be sore as fuck as it is.

  That reminds me. “Gotta clean up, babe. Although we did talk condoms…got the disease part handled…we kinda skipped the kids part.”

  She pushes herself off me. “Shit.” Panic laces that tiny word.

  My hand softly strokes her back. “Calm down, love. We already have the dog and a white picket fence. We need time to build a family so we might as well start now considering you’re not getting rid of me.”

  Maud drops herself against my chest. Snuggling to take a comfortable position. “You might have skipped the kids part, but I didn’t. I was just remembering if I took my pill yesterday or not, biker boy. Don’t worry. I’ll check when I go make coffee. So yeah, I’m on the pill and normally don’t forget…unless someone interrupts my day, I guess.”

  “Hmmm… be prepared to get interrupted every day from now on so you might as well stop taking the pill all together.” I mumble out the words as I slowly start to slide in and out of her pussy that’s slick with both of our cum.

  Her eyes close while she clearly enjoys my cock. “Let’s focus on us right now. Oh, and raising a dog first…because if you name a white Doberman after a furry red monster, I kinda don’t wanna know what you’d name your kid.”

  I pinch her nipple, just for that statement. Elmo fucking rocks. “That would be CJ of course.”

  She rolls her eyes and places a hand on my chest. Trailing a nail to my nipple before she twists it. “Corban Junior. Uh huh. Like I said…Let’s focus on us first because I’m not sure if the world is ready for a miniature Corban.”

  My fist finds her red curls and I tilt her head. Latching onto the skin on her neck to mark my prey. Making her gasp then groan long and low. Yeah, this is something I intend to do for the rest of my life.

  Soft whining catches our attention.

  “Oh, that poor thing. I need to take him for a walk.” Maud throws out those words but doesn’t stir an inch.

  Makes me chuckle on the grounds that she wants to stay right here, with me. “I took him for a walk every two hours. Because it’s almost been that long since he last peed…I say he just knows it’s time for someone to come get him and give him some attention.”

  “Hmmm…well then, I think we got a few minutes…right?” Her hips start to move and my dick stands to attention who is still buried deep inside her heat.

  “The way you’re gripping my cock, love…I won’t need another few minutes. One’s enough.” I groan. Because, fuck…she feels so fucking good.

  Her legs slide up to straddle me. Maud places her hands on my chest and starts to ride my cock. All I see is a sea of red curls bouncing. Fuck. She’s watching where we’re connected. My dick sliding in and out of her pussy.

  “Move that gorgeous head, babe. I need to see too.” Yeah, my dick has been against it all night and inside of it and yet my eyes haven’t seen a thing.

  And there it is. A fine line of red curls. Best sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Most cunts I’ve seen were bare or a get lost in the woods kinda thing. But this? Delicate, soft, precious…and all mine.

  Burying my fingers into her hips to push her off and on my dick, my gaze stays on the place where our bodies connect. I feel her walls begin to clamp down the moment my balls draw up. I’m sure all neighbors in the surrounding area know her name but I’m throwing it out in case they didn’t.

  Fuck. I think I came even harder than the last time. We might need a few hours in between fucking so I can regain some fucking energy or something. This shit is draining the life out of me, but it’s so fucking worth it.

 
; Chapter Six

  I just dropped Maud and Elmo off at the store. Not literally, I mean she drove her pickup truck and I followed her on my bike. But I certainly made a show of kissing her goodbye before I left. She needed to do her shop stuff and Eugene walked in just a few minutes before I left.

  I know it’s unnecessary to feel like I have to protect her because she’s been handling herself and the store pretty damn good her whole life. But she’s mine now and I always protect and look out for what’s mine. I feel better knowing Eugene is there and she’s not all alone.

  Strolling into the compound, the smell of stale beer hits my nose. Normally I wouldn’t even notice that shit but ever since I stepped foot in Maud’s house? Yeah, big fucking difference.

  “There he is. Where’s our first of the new generation Old Ladies, Corban? We need to check if she’s qualified and up for the job.” Barlow pushes himself off the barstool and heads for me. Slapping me on the back. “You know I’m only messing with you, right? So fucking happy for ya, man. Gimme her name, you can spill that much, right?”

  “Maud. Maud Gilford, and she’s got this blazing corkscrew fire surrounding the most precious face.” I feel my cheeks ache due to the smile that’s plastered all over my face.

  “Dude. All my ears reached was Maud and precious face. That shit in between? Were those even words? Sappy shit automatically turns to static in my brain.” Barlow shakes his head. “Remind me not to get fucking pussy whipped, because you sure as fuck start to sound like a poet, man, with all the static my brain registered just now.”

  Quill stands up and tucks his dick inside his pants before zipping up. “You should open your ears, Barlow. Might learn a thing or two. Chicks dig that kinda shit. Makes ‘em spread their legs faster. Ain’t got nothin’ to do with sappy shit or pussy whipped, but everything with makin’ a cunt cream.”

  Barlow eyes the chick that’s grabbing the bar to get off her knees. “Yeah, when we have ho’s dropping on their knees without one word…I don’t see the fucking need, man. My cock gets playtime without becoming a fucking poet. Cream or not, my spit works just fine if I want lube.”

  “It would spice things up, Barlow.” The ho, Cindi, adds into the discussion.

  “Wipe the cum off your face before you start to talk, Cindi. Might make your words a little more believable.” Barlow shakes his head and turns to me. “See? I’m not cut out for that shit. My dick is made to rock and shock. There isn’t one female up to tying that fucker down.”

  “Right there with you, Barlow. There ain’t no cunt that makes my dick jump in her rhythm. Besides…if there would be…she’d have to be the queen around here. Hard fucking job with guys like Quill and Beecher and fuck…every last fucking biker here.” Xerox’s voice dominates the room.

  “You needed me, Prez?” Beecher throws out from across the room.

  We all look that way and, shit…I wish I fucking hadn’t because the idiot is pumping his dick in and out of a ho’s mouth. He’s got her tied down, on her back, on a goddamned table. The ho’s head is hanging over the edge so she can easily deep throat him. He’s got her positioned like that because the idiot doesn’t like to be touched by chicks. But clearly, he wants his dick taken care of. Yeah, he definitely knows how to make that shit work.

  Quill tilts his head and his eyebrows raise in praise of the way Beecher has the woman strapped to the table. “Mind if I use that when you finish?”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake…see what I mean?” Xerox rambles. “I need to get out of here, you ready, Corban?”

  “Yeah, let’s head out.” Shaking my head, I stroll toward the door, hearing Xerox’s footsteps behind me.

  We’re headed to the gallery to get things cleaned up. Xerox’s got a new exhibition coming up in two months. We’re just going to double check things because we own the gallery, and Xerox wants to clean out the room where he keeps some of his work. His inspiration, or hell…motivation, has been faltering lately. Either he’s got too much shit on his mind or nothing at all.

  Swinging my leg over my bike, I throw the question out because I’m kinda curious. “You working on some new shit yet?”

  “Nah, man. No fucking inspiration. I need to get me some, fast. Two months and I have what, three pieces ready? Maybe I just have to lock myself up in the studio and not come out until I have at least twelve more.” Xerox straps his helmet on and let his frustration out by burning rubber.

  It’s late afternoon before we’re finally done with boxing up his old work and getting the gallery ready for the next exhibition. I check my watch and see it’s about half an hour before Maud will be closing up her shop.

  “You got somewhere to be?” Xerox slaps my back.

  I grab the garbage bag off the floor and walk out back to throw it into the container. Turning my attention back to Xerox, I let him know. “Yeah, man. I’m heading over to my Old Lady’s shop. Wanna come with?”

  His face tells me he was kinda counting on it. “Hell yeah, lemme grab my shit and then we’ll roll.”

  He disappears into the office and strolls back out with a black bag. Pretty sure he’s got a sketchpad in there with his pencils and shit. We’ve been on the road together lots of fucking times and it’s always the same black bag that comes out when we stop somewhere. Then he just sits down and within no time at all the guy finishes an amazing piece of art.

  We both walk out to our bikes. It takes us barely fifteen minutes to get across town to where Maud’s shop is located. Parking our bikes next to each other, I see three kids huddled near the store. That is until one of them grabs a watermelon and runs off.

  “Fuck.” I growl.

  Because I can hardly grab my piece and shoot the fucker over some fucking fruit, let alone the fact that it’s a kid…I do the next best thing. To my right is a crate of apples and with one throw I hit bullseye. The apple bounces off his head with a splat. Just as the watermelon hits the ground in pieces.

  “Damn, brother. Great throw.” Xerox compliments me.

  “Why the hell did you do that?” Maud scolds, running toward us.

  What the fuck? “Because the kid stole. Didn’t you see?”

  Her eyebrows go down in a frown. “Yeah, I saw. I also know it’s one of the Meyer brothers.”

  “And?” I growl because seriously, what the fuck is with the she knows they stole and who they were.

  She rolls her eyes at that single word. “And…their sister is working her ass off to get food on the table and raising her four brothers all alone in the process. So, I know they sometimes take a watermelon and Maci comes by on Saturday’s to get her groceries and to ask if they stole that week. If so, she pays for that too.” She jabs a finger in my chest. “Don’t give me that look, biker boy. I run my shop my way, get it?”

  My arm circles her waist as I pull her flush against me. “Oh, I get you alright.” My husky voice strokes her ear.

  She raises on her tip toes and presses her lips to mine. Stepping away all too quickly, dammit.

  “Xerox. That’s my Old Lady. Maud…this here is my Prez, also the one guy who’s been my friend for as long as I can remember.”

  Her smile is bright when Xerox takes her hand. “Pleased to meet you, Xerox.” Maud gasps. “Holy shit. You have that…what’s it called? That thing with your eyes. Wow. One blue and one brown eye. Talk about an eye catcher.”

  “Maud” I growl, because come the fuck on, she’s still staring at my Prez.

  Xerox chuckles. “Heterochromia, that’s what it’s called, freckles.”

  Maud casts her eyes down and moves closer to me. “Right…well…I need to close up and now I have to drop by Maci’s place because I want to drop off some fruit. She’s having a hard time as it is, and even more since that Nero fucker is trying to pull the boys into their gang.”

  “What Nero fucker?” Xerox throws out just a breath before me.

  “Nero Mills.” Maud states before she turns and stalks back to the store entrance.

  Fucking hell. �
�Eastside Posse.” Me and Xerox state at the same time.

  Maud steps on one side of an empty crate, making it flip up before she grabs it, preventing her from bending down. Fuck. That’s sexy.

  “Yeah, that Nero. He’s been tryin’ to get into Maci’s pants too. Luckily she works out a lot and can throw a mean punch. She’s been getting on his case the last few weeks because she will gladly kill him and do the time, just to prevent her brothers from either getting killed or going to prison for any felony Nero wants them to do.” Maud takes a deep breath and lets it out through her nose.

  Shaking her head, she starts lifting crates and brings them inside the store. Damn. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her “Lemme do that.” but I can’t for the reason that she’s been doing this for years and it’s her fucking shop.

  Xerox punches me in the arm. “Get the fucking fruit, we’ll drop by this Maci woman. I need the intel because the fucking Eastside Posse is still fucking active.”

  He’s right. We shut them down a few months ago. Or so we thought. We don’t interfere with shit around town, but fuck…we won’t stand around if gangs rise up and start dealing drugs and shit. Bet that’s why Nero is aiming for Maci’s brothers because they’re young and can saunter through the streets unnoticed so they can distribute his dope or bring in new customers.

  “On it.” I throw over my shoulder at Xerox while I make my way inside the store, grabbing some crates along the way and setting them down inside. Not to show her a man should do that job, but I was going inside anyway so I might as well help out.

  “Hey, babe. Can you get that fruit for Maci you mentioned? Xerox and I will swing by so you can close up and we’ll be back before you’re done.” My voice makes her look up from stacking crates.

  Elmo clearly hears my voice as he comes running around the counter and jumps straight at me.

  A frown ignites on her face. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

  “Come on, I hit a kid on the head with an apple. The least I can do is drop some shit off and apologize, right? I’ll even pick up the tab on this one, I owe them and you.”