Chapter 15
Road
Clyde dusted the eggs with a red spice that added a pleasant, smoky flavor. I’m close to asking what it is, but a part of me wants a repeat of this meal at some point in the future, and if he’s the only one who knows the secret, it will be as special as the first time.
A small gray bird sits on a bush nearby, cocking its head as it watches me trace the tattoo on Clyde’s back. I wish it was something else. Something that doesn’t immediately make my body hair bristle in alarm, but the logo of the Hell’s Butchers MC, a horned devil’s head and two massive cleavers, has been etched into his skin quite beautifully.
“When did you get shot?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over the puckered scar on his lower back.
Clyde hums and lifts himself to his elbows, just enough to take another swig from the whiskey bottle we’ve been sharing. I take it from his hands and take a sip too. This way I’m a little closer to his lips. An almost kiss.
“That was a good seven years back,” he says and drops back down to the blanket, face turned to me. He’s so fucking handsome, and in the strong sunlight, his blue eyes are magic. Pure as a glacier. “A cop shot me. We were running after a deal gone bad, but I still managed to jump a fence and get away. Only time I ever got arrested, they had to let me go ‘cause they didn’t have shit on me. ”
Usually, I’d think his self-satisfied smirk is very punchable, that he’s so full of himself he needs to be brought down a peg, but I can’t force myself to feel that when he strokes my naked thigh as if I’m a unicorn he caught.
If he keeps touching me like this, my horn will be standing to attention very soon. For now, I’m enjoying the sunshine, stretched on the blanket, with his hand wandering over my skin as if he’s never seen anything more interesting. It’s still May, and the air can bring a chill, but under the intense sun, my muscles relax, and I turn into a lazy cat resting in its owner’s lap by the fire.
I’ve eaten well, I’m drinking good whiskey, and this stunning man is naked next to me.
“Lucky.”
“What about this one?” Clyde asks, turning to his side when his fingers trail from my thigh and all the way up to the big-ass ugly scar on my hip. For a moment, it’s hard to focus on the question, because his dick is in view again, and I can’t fucking believe the man who gave me head also fed me, and is now touching my body. It feels too good to be true, but we are both here, so maybe I shouldn’t overthink it.
I look down and shake my head as I cover his hand with mine, pressing it to the mangled flesh. “My first, actually, and I wish it came with a movie-worthy story. But I got this one as a kid.”
I initially want to leave it at that, but when Clyde keeps watching me, I sigh and let my head drop to the blanket. I could lie, come up with a good story to accompany that old injury, but it feels like we’re beyond posturing now. “If you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.”
When he nods, I run my fingertip through the golden hair on his forearm. “My friends and me, we wanted to show how tough we were. Got a bit drunk on some booze one of them stole from his parents, and we decided to prove ourselves by cutting ourselves with a razor. I was really determined to be the toughest of them all and made this big cut.” I clear my throat and sigh as Clyde’s fingertips trace the marks on my body. “I thought it would stop bleeding on its own, but that didn’t happen. My parents would be furious if they found out, and since I’ve heard about surgeons stapling cuts, I took my mom’s paper stapler and tried to use that. As you can imagine… it wasn’t pretty.”
Clyde covers his face with one hand. “Oh God… Road. Seriously. Your only saving grace for this is that you were a kid.”
I laugh. “Well, Mom and Dad wouldn’t take me to a doctor anyway. The only thing I had to gain if I told them would be a whupping, so I used paper towels to soak up the blood and hoped for the best. But some dirt must have gotten into the wound, or something, and I got real sick. My best friend told his mom, and she took me to the ER. Probably saved my life. Not a memory I’m proud of,” I say, tapping the scar.
Clyde has some more whiskey and shakes his head. “Your parents. Do they know you’re gay? Are you… gay?” His fingertips tickle the mangled scar before moving up my side.
My mouth dries. Clyde is looking straight at me, his eyes soft, almost hopeful. If this question had come from anyone else, I’d have to act and establish myself as the manliest of men around, lie that I don’t have dick on my mind all the time, but how could Clyde use the truth against me now that we’ve already been so close? Still, the words I want to say feel like glass in my throat.
“Yeah, I’m gay. And… I don’t fucking know or care what my parents know. I left when I was fourteen.”
Sparks of excitement pop in my chest when Clyde shifts closer, eventually putting his leg between mine, his arm over my chest, and his cheek on my shoulder. His breath smells of whiskey, and maybe not today, but I will kiss him.
“And you don’t have… other guys? You did suggest we’re in the same boat when you proposed our thing .”
My arms slide around him, and I smile when his hair tickles my skin. He’s so damn perfect with those clear eyes, full lips, and a sturdy, muscular form. “No. The risk always felt too great. But you… you also have a lot to lose, don’t you?” I ask, and open my eyes so I can see his face, because this feels like a make-it-or-break-it kind of question. “You’re also… gay?”
Clyde hums and nods. “Yeah. Women just don’t work for me. Not that I didn’t try. My dad would have hated this about me. But I never…” He drifts off, closing his eyes for a moment, and I notice that his eyelashes are on the pale side. Kinda cute. “Indulging this part of me was always too risky. So you’re my first.” When he finally meets my gaze again, it feels like he’s staring straight into my soul, and my toes curl in response to the sudden jolt inside me.
I dive my hands into his smooth hair and lean close, until my forehead is against his, and something about this shared moment makes my heart flutter as if it’s about to grow wings and free itself from my ribcage. Cascading through my fingers, his mane looks like bundles of gold thread, decorating the most fucking precious thing I ever held .
“It’s no big deal,” Clyde adds, but it is. It makes me want to be the only guy he’ll ever be with.
Swallowing, I stroke his cheekbone with my fingers.
If anyone finds out, I’d lose my club, and they’re my family, the only family that treated me right. But how could I deny myself something that makes me feel so full?
“I… sometimes get head from girls, but it’s not the same,” I say, even though I might be too simple to describe just how different it felt with him.
“‘Cause I can’t do it right?” he teases with a laugh, but I’m not stupid and can sense the insecurity under the joke.
“Because I like you better,” I tell him, moving my foot up and down his warm, hairy leg in a gentle caress. “I fucking loved how you looked with my dick on your tongue, and the way you moaned sucking on it.”
Clyde bites his lip, pondering something, and I wish I could open his head and read his thoughts. “Could you not get head from girls from now on? For however long this lasts?”
I swallow and meet his gaze as the pleasant tension in my chest grows. Still, I play it cool. I have to. “You want us to be boyfriends?”
He groans and hides his face against my neck. “That’s not what this is, and you know it. It’s just about… diseases and shit.”
Do I? Do I know it?
I’m not so sure.
“I have one condition,” I tell him, playing with his hair. When he looks up, eager for anything I might say next, I roll us over, so I’m the one hovering over him, and he rests flat on the blanket. “I want a kiss.”
Clyde laughs and pushes my face away without force. “What we’re doing isn’t about kisses. You really gotta understand that, Road.”
“I don’t know what you’re on about,” I say and find the scar on his side, the one I left on him less than a year ago. “I like kissing. It makes my cock hard.”
That gets his attention. And the worst thing is, the more he denies me, the more I want it. He seems hesitant, and when he lifts his head, my heart beats faster—
But then he pushes on my shoulder with unexpected force, does a sneaky twist with his legs, and before I know it, I’m the one flat on my back, and he’s sitting on top of me with a smug expression. “Your cock is always hard for me. ”
The sudden proximity of his ass to my dick makes me forget the kiss, because all it takes is a slight shift of my hips for my cock to rub against his crack. It’s like a lick of fire, and I grab his hips, rolling my own up, as if I was already inside him and pushing deep into his tight virgin hole.
“Yeah... you’re right. It’s already growing,” I mumble and squeeze his ass, appreciating how juicy yet hard it is.
He’s fucking glorious on top of me, with a damn halo made out of the sun. Truly, an angel from hell. He pushes back that beautiful hair, shaking his head. “I hate giving you so many compliments, but you’ve got such a nice dick.”
Did he shift his ass against it on purpose, or is it just my horny brain reacting to the most minor movement?
“I can think of many other parts of you I could compliment,” I say and meet his gaze, moving my fingertips along his crack. I haven’t yet dived in but can already sense the heat waiting for me in his hole.
And I’ll be first there too. I’ll be the first to fuck him, make him moan and grind against my dick, and then I’ll come deep inside his tight body… What a fucking dream.
Clyde must have caught on to my meaning, but instead of smiling and pushing his perfect ass against my dick, his thighs tense and his gaze becomes hazy, like he’s staring through me. His breath quickens, but I’m not sure what to make of it, though it would sure as hell feel weird to continue, so I wave in front of his face.
“Hello, Earth to Clyde Turner? Anyone there?”
“I’m just… I… I’m pretty sure you wanna fuck my ass—”
“Yes.”
He groans, and I know it’s not for sex reasons, but the sound still has my dick interested. “And I… I don’t think I want that.”
“Why?” comes out of my mouth almost immediately, as I stroke the scar I left on his body, still very much aware my cock is so close to his ass.
I know it’s the end of it when he gets up, now standing over me. “I don’t feel like it,” he says with a shrug, and I can’t even see his face well, because the sun blinds me.
I suppose if he has no experience, it makes sense that he’d want to do it someplace more comfortable, with all the facilities, so I sit up and stroke his thigh. “I didn’t mean now.” Though I did .
He sighs, and I think I’ve calmed this moody beast. “…Okay. I wanna cool off, let’s go swimming.”
Clyde turns around, giving me the perfect view of his muscular back and the dimpled ass I can’t have. But we’ll get there. I’m sure we will.
“Wait for me,” I shout, rising from the blanket. My cock’s half-hard, but we have time, and I’m not afraid of a bit of cold water.
The first step in is like breaking through ice, and it takes all of my willpower not to shudder. Clyde is already halfway in and meets my gaze as he dips the rest of his body into the lake with an exhilarated yelp. In the bright sun, I can see the distorted image of his naked body quite clearly, and it distracts me so much that I don’t notice danger until Clyde sends a cool shower my way. Droplets hit my bare skin like shards of glass, and I stiffen, letting out an involuntary shriek.
“This one’s for stabbing me!” Clyde yells and laughs about it like it’s nothing when he sends another damn wave at me. I twist my toes in the sand at the bottom, but there is no dignified way to deal with this attack, so I let myself fall into the water. For a moment, every single muscle in my body—yes, even my sphincter—cramps in response to the sudden change in temperature, but as I emerge, the air feels balmy in comparison, and I dash at my foe, knocking him off his feet.
Clyde yelps a short, “Fuck!” before his head is underwater in a cloud of bubbles.
He pulls on my leg and I slip, falling back into the lake with my heart pounding. This is nothing like the fights we’ve had before. It’s not life and death, there’s no honor at stake, and no real damage will be done. We’re like two pups splashing around and biting each other’s ears.
I’m so… happy. As if there’s no world beyond this bubble of a clean lake on a sunny day. My belly is full, I’ve had some damn good whiskey, and now I’m fucking around in the water with a beautiful naked guy who wants me.
I don’t know how much time passes, but I’m panting by the time I end up on my knees in the shallow water, and Clyde’s pumping his fist in the air about being the winner.
He strokes my head with a smirk. “Maybe you wanna stay there?” he asks and steps closer. His meaning becomes clear when I realize I’m face-to-dick with him, and I scramble to my feet, even though he has a real nice cock .
I grab his hips and grind them against me, trying to avert my thoughts from the sudden tension in my gut. The idea of a dick down my throat still has very little appeal to me, but I brush it off and lean down to rub my tongue against his puckered nipple.
Clyde laughs and throws his strong arms around my shoulders. “That tickles! What? You don’t want a taste?”
It is a fair question, even though I’d rather ignore it. “Nah, I’m not really into that,” I say and give his buttock a playful squeeze as we stand in knee-deep water, rubbing one another’s damp skin as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
It feels normal.
Clyde pets my head. He seems to really like that, but as the silence prolongs, I do worry my answer might cause an argument. Then again, if he can have boundaries and deny me stuff, I’m pretty sure I’m allowed preferences too.
He kisses the side of my head, then brushes his lips over my scarred ear. “Can I go down on you again? I… really liked it.”
Oh fuck.
Goddamn it.
He doesn’t just want to come. He liked giving me head so much he wants to service me again. For his own pleasure.
I thought I was aroused before, but I get lightheaded as all the blood my body has to spare shoots to my dick.
“I—can’t imagine myself ever saying no when you ask that question,” I mumble.
And not only does he drop to his knees in the water, he does it with a smile. I’m inclined to think that maybe he is a fucking angel. Maybe someone else set a bomb in our warehouse. Maybe it was that other guy who’s gotten into countless fights with me and my brothers. Maybe he wasn’t the one who set our club-owned shop on fire.
Some wet hair sticks to his face, but he doesn’t even care to push it away, too eager to give the tip of my cockhead a kiss, then a lick, and goddamn, his mouth feels like absolute heaven on my cold skin. I accept its invitation and move up the plush carpet of his tongue, into the mind-numbing heat that’s both soft, and wet, and absolutely fucking perfect.
“Oh fuuuck… I’ve never felt better.”
Being with him is nothing like the quick blowjobs received in the dark so I can close my eyes and imagine a hot guy giving it to me. I want to look. I want to see every detail of my stiffening cock sliding into that precious, eager mouth. I want him to find his own pace and play with me as if my cock’s his new favorite toy, but I slide my hands to the sides of his face to feel the stubble against my fingers.
Clyde’s muscular, tattooed, naked, and a fucking dream come true.
When he strokes my thighs as he takes more of my dick in, I wish I could stop time and live in this moment forever. He looks so happy slobbering all over my cock, his pink lips creating a tight ring around my saliva-slicked shaft. It’s un-fucking-believable that Clyde Turner is stroking my body while he sucks on my dick, playfully swirling his tongue around the head.
“You’re making me so hard,” I tell him, pushing all of his hair to one side. His eyes crack open, and when I slide my thumb along his ear, a soft, breathy moan vibrates down my cock just before he grabs it at the base and opens his mouth to lick my sac with that warm tongue. He then climbs back up, his gaze trained on my face.
Clyde licks along the underside of my cock, never breaking eye contact when he takes my dick in his mouth, hugging it with his tongue and soft cheeks. And then, he winks at me. My dick twitches in his mouth, and I’m pretty sure I must have leaked some pre-cum on his tongue, because hot damn! I can’t even begin to describe how hot I find it that he’s so eager and needy for me.
My dick is so hard it’s throbbing in the heat of his mouth, and Clyde wastes no time in caressing it at a growing pace. His hands slide down my thighs, then my hips, then around to my ass. He has the kind of rough skin that develops with handling the bike a lot, and somehow, that makes his touch even more of a turn on. I’m not used to people grabbing my ass, but his touch makes me shiver, somehow heightening every sensation. Clyde’s such a… guy. Rough, quick to a fight, but now that we’re alone, with nobody to perform for, he’s yielding to my touch and eager to please.
One doesn’t need much experience to see he wants to submit and please me. If that’s his desire, who am I to deny him? Especially when he rocks back and forth, teasing his own gag reflex, as if the size of me turns him on.
“Shit,” I mumble, my brain cooling inside my skull when Clyde puts one arm around my hips, then rest his cheek on my stomach and gathers my balls with his free hand as he lavishes my cock with attention. “Never seen a guy as handsome as you are right now. I want to blow my load down your mouth hole so bad…”
I’m so fucking close. I can feel it in my tightening balls.
Clyde pulls his mouth off my painfully hard dick. “Go on then. We both know you’ve got shit aim though,” he jokes, patting the scar on his side.
But then, he does the most erotic thing. With his hands on my hips, looking up at me, he opens his mouth wide, presenting his tongue, and I lose my fucking mind.
At first I’m so shocked I remain frozen, but when a second passes, and he remains in this position, hard dick jutting from between his legs as he waits for my spunk, I snap out of the sudden stupor.
This is a porn scenario, only a thousand times better, because Clyde Turner is offering me his mouth, and I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.
“Oh shit… oh shit,” I whimper, grabbing my spit-slicked cock as I cup his head. “You’re the sexiest fucker ever.”
My hand tightens, squeezing my shaft, and while there was a lot of pleasure in the blowjob, now my climax is building like a monster wave about to smack me down and leave me lifeless at the feet of this gift to humanity.
The grunt escaping my lips is dull, almost pained, but then bliss shoots up my veins, and cum streaks across Clyde’s face. I grab his hair and lean closer, pouring the rest of my release between his lips.
He has to swallow midway, and I stain his lips with more cum before he opens his mouth again. If I could, I’d take a photo of the messy picture he makes now with one eye closed. I’d carry it over my heart every day.
My orgasm is so long, and so delicious. Even when I’m done, he has no complaints and swallows again, then gives the tip of my cock a lick for good measure.
He wants dick so bad. Denying it to him should be illegal.
I don’t even attempt to keep standing and collapse to my knees, back in the icy water. This was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I want to hold on to him until I’m off my high.
“You’re perfect…”
Face dripping with cum, and he still grins at me, all flushed and happy. “Maybe you want a kiss now ?” he teases and leans in for a quick lick.
I’m like a dog tugged by its leash and follow the fiery touch. My lips meet his swollen mouth, tongue diving into the wet heat tasting of his own sweetness but also my cum, and I groan, holding him close, so he can’t even dream of escaping me.
Did he really think a bit of spunk was gonna stop me ?
I half-expect pushback by now, but he melts in my arms. Hands against my chest, lips opening to me despite hesitation, and when I pull him in tighter, his stiff cock against my skin is the cherry on top of this delicious dessert.
His tongue explores mine, more confident by the second, in a hot wet dance I want to enjoy for hours on end. I had no idea how much I’ve been missing this. Any kisses I’ve had before are just pale imitations of the real thing, because this… this is perfect. Like tasting real butter after a lifetime of eating margarine.
My head’s floating, and only the weight in my arms keeps me from leaving the ground as our teeth clash in a desperate, deep kiss.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
He wraps his arms around my neck, and I want more, more, more. I feel like a silly teen making out with his crush for the first time. Only in my younger days, I never got to do this with the person I wanted. It feels like a culmination of my forbidden fantasies.
I haven’t noticed that in my eagerness, I’ve tilted Clyde back too much until it’s too late, and we lose balance.
But even as we topple into the water, I don’t let go of him, and I don’t stop kissing him.
The devil couldn’t stop me with a red-hot pitchfork.