Cameron
Three Months Later
Today was month three.
The holiest of days.
The day when all other days bowed down to it in reverence.
They had both been counting down the days, month after month, waiting impatiently for them to slowly tick by.
But now, the day was finally here!
“Cam? Babe?” Basher whispered as he continued to poke his back repeatedly. Each poke was getting harder and harder.
The man was like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so fucking excited that he couldn’t even wait for his boyfriend to “wake up.”
Not that Cameron was sleeping. He’d been awake and painstakingly hard for the past two hours, waiting for the horny bull behind him to wake up and finally claim the ass he had been unable to fuck for the past three months.
Who knew that getting shot in the stomach would result in your ass revirginizing, thanks to a three-month butt-sex ban, courtesy of your fucking doctor?
There was no fucking way they were wasting time on foreplay.
Nope! Cameron wanted Basher’s dick, and he wanted it deep inside him as quickly as possible.
Cameron had snuck out of bed an hour earlier to shower and prep himself, using his dildo to stretch his ass out and get himself ready for the pounding he was about to receive. Finally!
If Basher reached down between his cheeks, he would quickly discover that his ass was worked open, lubed, and impatiently waiting for that hog between his legs to tear open his hole and make him forget his bloody name.
A low chuckle escaped Cameron. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He felt the mattress shift as Basher quickly sat up.
“You mean to tell me that you’re fucking awake?”
Cameron looked over his shoulder into the horny, heated eyes of the man who was about to destroy his hole.
“Are you going to keep chatting, or are you going to shove that fucking big dick deep inside me and remind me of the horny alpha you truly are?”
“Give me a chance to—” Basher’s words cut off when his fingers felt the lube creasing his hole. “Mmm, looks like someone’s all prepped.”
“And stretched. Now shove that fucking cock inside me, and don’t stop until your balls are empty and my prostate is destroyed.”
Basher growled, then threw his body on top of Cameron’s, grinding his dick hard up against Cameron’s waiting hole.
Cameron let out a breath as Basher slowly pushed forward, shoving every hefty inch of his hard alpha cock deeper and deeper inside his tight little hole.
He loved feeling the weight of Basher’s beefy body pressing down on him. Somehow, it made him feel safe, loved, and dominated, all at the same time.
Fuck, he loved the feeling of being so full.
Basher wrapped his powerful arms around Cameron’s body, then began fucking him long and deep.
The way his hips moved forward as they pressed against Cameron’s body…
The passion, the power. God, he had missed it all.
He fucking loved Basher, every solid inch of him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed your tight, sexy ass,” Basher whispered into his ear as he began to pick up his pace.
Cameron moaned, loving the way Basher grabbed both of his hands in his and held them firmly in place as he pumped his dick deeper and deeper.
He was at Basher’s mercy.
The beast fucked him rough and hard, biting down on his neck as sweat dripped down his body.
Cameron loved every second.
Just as Cameron felt himself getting close, the bastard suddenly flipped him onto his back.
Before he could even protest, Basher crashed their lips together in a deep, hungry kiss, refusing to give him even a second to catch his breath.
Basher pushed into him once again and continued fucking him hard and deep.
Holy shit!
“Oh yes! Right there,” Cameron cried out as Basher continued his one-man assault on his prostate. “Fuck, more! Harder! God, I fucking love your dick!” Cameron screamed, totally forgetting that in the room next to theirs, Elliot was supposedly sleeping.
Well, the boy did know what day it was, so it was his problem if he didn’t fall asleep with headphones on.
“Fuck, babe, I’m going to come!” Basher moaned, thrusting his hips hard as he unloaded inside Cam.
Seeing the blissed-out look on Basher’s face threw Cameron over the edge. His balls tightened, and he shot his load without even touching his cock.
While they had waited for their three-month dick lockdown to conclude, they both decided to get tested so when the time came, they could fuck raw and not have to worry about anything between them.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Cameron huffed, pulling Basher down onto him and crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
“Totally worth the three-month wait. I think I busted like seventy loads inside you,” Basher said, like the romantic poet he was.
“Jesus, Bash, you sound like a bull in mating season!” Elliot yelled through the wall between their rooms. “I nearly called the police, concerned that Cameron might be fighting for his life.”
Cameron started laughing and pressed his head against Basher’s chest. It wasn’t as hard as it had been only a few months ago, which was to be expected, considering the guy could barely work out at the gym while his body was trying to heal.
But Cameron didn’t care. He loved the man, no matter what shape his body was in.
“Stop being a creep and listening to us fuck,” Basher shouted as he hurled a book at the wall in front of their bed.
“It’s hard not to when you wake up to a bull fucking a bunny. I think I need to rub one out now. See you guys at breakfast in twenty.”
Basher and Cameron shook their heads together. Elliot had become their somewhat adopted younger brother, if you could call him that. The guy was just a few years younger than Cameron. He had asked to stay when all the other guys returned to Vegas.
Basher thought it was because he wanted independence and a chance to live on his own, but Cameron had other ideas. It seemed that Elliot and Damian had become fast friends, and perhaps there was more developing beneath the surface that neither of them was ready to admit.
Either way, they had both agreed to take him in and officially adopt him as their live-in younger brother.
As for Romeo, Cameron’s one-man fan club from hell, the police happily took him off everyone’s hands. Between the assault charges, stalking, attempted murder, and several other colorful additions to the list, the man wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
His trial was set for the following year, and until then, he would remain an involuntary resident of the state of New Mexico after the judge denied him bail.
Which surprised absolutely nobody.
As for Cameron’s mother, the two of them had decided to spend more time with her, dropping by for dinner four nights a week. The added company and love seemed to be doing wonders, with her good days becoming more and more common.
As for life with the Shadow Vipers, Marcus and the crew had welcomed Basher in as one of their brothers. They still ribbed Basher for being unkillable. Apparently, taking six shots to the gut and still being able to cage-match a killer was impressive by all biker standards.
Cameron couldn’t help but be proud of his man. While the burly biker might not say a lot, his actions spoke volumes when it came to his love for Cameron.
Even their fans couldn’t get enough of Basher and Cam together. They still filmed under their stage names, but they only filmed scenes together because they enjoyed sharing their love with the world, not because they felt like they needed to for the money.
“Want waffles and eggs?” Basher asked as he walked across the bedroom naked, his beefy man-ass jiggling as he moved past Cameron. He ducked into the en suite bathroom to quickly wash himself off before strolling back into the bedroom and tossing him a damp washcloth.
Cameron caught it, then watched as Basher opened the top drawer of his dresser and tossed a fresh pair of underwear over his shoulder.
“Cam?” Basher asked when he realized that Cameron hadn’t answered his question yet. He swung around and stared at him.
His big, hefty cock hung low. The head of it stopped just above his knees.
Fuck, that dick was unreal.
Cameron smirked.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind some sausage before my eggs,” Cameron answered.
Basher looked at him, confused. “I don’t think we have any…”
Then realization set in.
He grabbed his dick and gave it a squeeze.
“You know, there’s more to me than just a meaty dick.”
Cameron got up on all fours and crawled across the bed so his mouth was level with Basher’s cock.
“I know. But your dick is just too fucking delicious not to be in my mouth every chance I get.” Cameron reached up and grabbed his man’s dick. “I’ll be real quick,” Cameron said as he sucked Basher’s cock into his mouth and began swallowing it down, all the way to the base.
“Guess Elliot can wait another twenty minutes for his breakfast.” Basher moaned.
Staring up into the pale-gray eyes of the man who had won his heart, Cameron swallowed his dick until his balls were empty and Basher’s body was shaking from exhaustion.
God, he loved his fucking life.
The End