21. Cameron
CAMERON
It had been just over a week since Cameron and Basher had their date. Since then, they had fucked two times—once at the house, filming for his fans, and once in the bar bathroom after the bar closed for the night.
Cameron had to admit that fucking at work had a kind of dangerous element to it that he found rather sexy. Perhaps that was why so many of the guys fucked inside the bar or in the back parking lot. That sense of danger, of being caught, seemed to somehow intensify the orgasm.
Overall, the week had been a good week. Even his mother seemed to be having a string of good days.
Cameron had been to see her that night, and she was focused and present and ever so chatty. It felt just like old times.
With a smile on his face, he used his back to push open his door and stepped backward into his dark apartment.
Then he froze.
Something didn’t feel right.
“Ow!” he heard a deep voice say from somewhere in his dark kitchen.
He had two choices: run screaming for help… or do exactly what every idiot in a horror movie does right before they get themselves killed—walk right in and check it out.
Picking up the heavy, anatomically correct marble sculpture of an “excited” man—an inappropriate gift from Ace, of all people—he held the item up over his head and slowly crept toward the kitchen.
Peeking around the corner, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of two massive legs sticking out from under his sink. Attached to the tree-trunk-sized legs was a big, burly man, half wedged under his sink.
“I have a gun. Wh-whoever you are?” Cameron called, knowing full well that his only chance was to knock the man unconscious with the horny marble statue he held.
“What? No, you don’t,” an annoyed voice said from under his kitchen sink.
The man popped his head out, and relief set in when he saw Basher’s confused, wet face.
Basher spotted the ceramic weapon Cameron currently held high above his head.
“Judging by the size of that thing, I’d say it’s more of a battering ram than a gun,” Basher said, referring to the oversized cock jutting out from the sculpture.
Seriously, the man’s dick was completely out of proportion. One glance at the statue and you would never guess the man could stand up straight. But somehow, the art piece defied all logic and reason, including the power of gravity.
Ace bought the sculpture as a joke, claiming it would bring Cameron good fortune in the bedroom.
Well… judging by the horse-sized cock Cameron was currently riding, Ace might have been right.
Letting out a breath, Cameron flicked on the kitchen light and glared at the man staring up at him.
“Jesus, Bash! You scared the living daylights out of me. What the hell are you doing here?”
Basher picked up the wrench next to him and resumed his work under the sink.
“I’m fixing the leak. I noticed it when I was here the other day and figured I’d fix it while you were out having dinner with your mom.”
Cameron looked around at the mess in his kitchen. There were tools all over the floor, wet rags, and what looked like a half-eaten sandwich sitting on its wrapper.
“So, you figured it was a good idea to just break into my place while I was out?”
“Yup. How else was I going to get this thing fixed without a key? By the way, I’m changing out your windows. Those things were way too easy to open, and they are basically just inviting criminals to come into your home.”
Cameron hopped up onto the counter to watch the sexy plumber under his sink work.
“Yeah, well, most people are deterred by the three-story climb they have to make in order to reach my flimsy-ass windows.”
More clanking under the sink.
“Touché,” Basher responded.
A few seconds later, Basher slid out from under the sink and tossed the wrench back into the toolbox beside him.
“There, that should do it.” He reached up and turned the faucet on. They watched as the water flowed into the sink and down the pipes without any of the usual dripping from the edges.
“Wow! You fixed it!” Cameron said, swinging his legs slowly back and forth. “How much do I owe you, my sexy plumber man?”
Basher smirked up at him.
“Oh, I’m sure we can figure out some way you can repay me.”
“Is that so?” Cameron asked, slipping off the counter and moving to straddle Basher’s thick thighs.
“Well, I did scale a building, break in through your bedroom window, and spend the last thirty minutes playing with your pipes.”
“Wow, that does sound like a lot of hard work,” Cameron said, placing extra emphasis on the word “hard.”
Straddling his thighs, Cameron popped open the top button of Basher’s jeans.
Slowly, he began to unzip his fly, watching closely as the man’s cock began to thicken.
“Mmm, love watching a man get hard for me.”
Pulling back the fold of his jeans, Cameron reached in and pulled out Basher’s massive cock. The man was going commando, something Cameron found he did every so often.
Licking the tip of his cock, Cameron glanced up at Basher, who was back to lying on his back, with his head resting casually on his arm as he watched him.
With their eyes locked together, Cameron couldn’t believe how quickly he had fallen for this man.
Without warning, Cameron dove down, taking all of Basher’s cock to the back of his throat.
Taking someone as big as Basher was not for the faint of heart and not to be attempted by anyone less than an expert cocksucker.
Grabbing the back of Cameron’s head with one hand, Basher let out a moan as he gave in to the pleasure in his balls.
Head bobbing up and down, Cameron spent the next fifteen minutes showing Basher just how much he appreciated him fixing his pipes.
It didn’t take long before Basher was spilling down his throat. Cameron made sure to swallow every drop. There was nothing sexier than swallowing an alpha male’s load, especially after he had just taken care of fixing his leak.
“Jesus. Has anyone ever told you that you suck dick like a demon?” Basher asked, staring up at the ceiling, his cock resting against his stomach as he tried to get his breathing under control.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Cameron responded, slinking down and resting his body in the crook of Basher’s arm.
“It is. Trust me. You just get in there and… fuck. I don’t know. But my balls sure thank you.”
Cameron cupped Basher’s trimmed balls in his hand and gave them a loving tug.
“You’re very welcome, boys. Thanks for the hot load.”
They both laughed.
“So how was your dinner?” Basher asked, pulling Cameron’s body closer to his own.
“It was good. Mom’s been having a great week so far.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear.”
Cameron rested his cheek against Basher’s chest. “I want to introduce you to my mom.”
Basher’s body stiffened.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Cameron nodded. “Yeah, I’d like her to get to know you soon, before her memory fades any more. I don’t know how long I’ll have her for. Focused and aware, I mean.”
“Well, if you’re sure, then sure, I’d love to come and meet your mom.” Basher’s body began to relax.
In all the years Cameron had been dating, he’d never cared about any of the guys enough to want to introduce them to his mom. Before Basher, dating had just been all about the sex, and nothing about the emotions.
Basher was different. There were so many different sides to him that Cameron couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with him.