14. Dylan
Dylan
I pinched myself.
Yup, this is real.
We were going to figure things out.
Even though naked breakfast became clothed brunch, things were different. While we always helped each other cook and clean up, Ford had never been this close to me while doing so, and he certainly hadn’t ever touched me. Purposefully anyway.
When he reached over my head to grab a plate and put his hand on my hip, I thought I was going to pass out. The intimacy seemed to come naturally to him, whereas my inclination was to do what I did earlier, that is, get on my knees.
But there’d be time for that later.
“Any plans today?” I asked. “Have you heard when my savior is coming back?”
“Your savior?” Ford put his mug down and did that head tilt thing that puppies do.
“River the roofer. The man I credit with getting your dick inside me.”
Ford coughed his mouthful of coffee out; some of it dribbled down his chin before he could wipe it. When he caught his breath, he said, “He is not the reason that happened.”
I shrugged. “Tomato tomato .”
“I mean it. That is not going to be our how-we-met story.”
“Well, if that’s not it, then I guess I could tell them about the morning I found you pounding that sex toy.”
“Oh, what have I agreed to?”
“It’s not that bad.” I pushed my chair back, slowly walked around the table, and wiggled into his lap.
“You have a lot of trust in this old chair,” Ford said, but wrapped his arms around me anyway.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“There’s the brat I know and love.”
Love?
I knew it was just an expression, but fuck, that felt good to hear him say that word. And even better when he kissed me. After a minute or so, we came back up for air.
“I have a feeling I’ll be spending less time on the running trails now.”
“Sex burns calories too, you know,” I reasoned.
“Not as many as a six-mile trail run.”
“Then we’ll just have to have more sex.”
Instead of a sarcastic response, Ford went silent, like he was thinking. The silence had never bothered me before, but now…now was different. I wanted to know everything he was thinking.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.
“Oh, no! Not at all.” He squeezed my ass with both hands. “I think you enjoyed last night, but I want to ask…are you good being the bottom?”
“Being the bottom?” That was so cute.
“I don’t know how else to say it.” Ford shrugged. “I’ve only ever been the top. Sure, I’ve played with my ass before, but I figured we should clarify things now.”
“I get it.” I stroked the back of his neck, trying to reassure him. “I’m perfectly happy being the bottom in this relationship. You may pick a hole, and fuck me into oblivion.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Ford said, “I don’t mind blowing you when the cage comes off.”
“ If the cage comes off.”
“When do you think that will be happening?” Ford asked.
Now it was my turn to shrug. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On when it’s unlocked.”
“I wasn’t trying to pressure you. I was just curious.”
“I didn’t feel pressure.”
“Seriously, I think it’s hot. I got off to so much porn once I saw you wearing it.”
What?!
“Excuse me?” I got off his lap.
“Shit. I can’t believe I just said that.” He grabbed my hand, assuming I was going to leave.
But with my free hand, I pulled all my clothes off until I was standing next to him, completely naked. His eyes were transfixed on my body. I began to run my hand down my stomach and grabbed my cage. “Was this what you liked?”
He nodded.
“You should stand up and stuff your cock in my mouth, don’t you think?”
Another nod, then he dropped my hand and stood up. When I knelt down, he took his shirt off and I pulled his shorts down. His cock practically slapped me in the face, but I didn’t care. My mouth was already on it.
It was literally throbbing. Not only did Ford look like a sex god, but he might actually be one. I vowed—with my throat struggling to even fit half of him in my mouth—that I was going to milk a load out of him every day until he told me not to. I wanted to see how long a streak we could hit.
When I looked up, he was watching me and smiling.
It was kind of pointless to try for a sexless summer when I enjoyed sucking cock as much as I did. Granted, Ford’s was amazing. The perfect amount of hair there and up to his chest, and everywhere else was just so smooth.
“Just like that. Suck my cock,” he commanded, threading his fingers through my hair.
My tongue had already been inundated with the salty precum leaking out of his slit, so when he started to fuck my mouth, it was easier to take. For balance I grabbed onto his ass, and did my best not to choke.
After a few gags, he slowed the pace and apologized. “Got caught up in the moment. You okay?”
I pulled off, wiped some of the tears away, and nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m good.”
My own dick was straining in the cage. I was so turned on that I could feel it pulling away from my body, stretching my balls to the limit. I wanted Ford to unlock it, but now wasn’t the moment.
I leaned forward, sliding his cock back into my mouth. With one hand on his leg, I reached up with the other and grabbed his smooth balls. After all, he liked it rough.
My thumb and index finger formed a tight circle around them and with a firm pressure, I pulled down. His cock expanded in my mouth.
“Fuck, Dylan. That’s good.”
Guided by his hand on my head, I picked up my pace. I still couldn’t fit all of him in my mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. After a few minutes, he said, “I’m close.”
His fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and started stroking. I focused all my attention on the head of cock. My tongue swirling circles around it as I bobbed up and down, sucking hard.
“I hope you like to swallow.” He grunted, then groaned. “Oh, fuck! Here it comes!”
The first volley of his load hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed immediately, fighting the urge to choke. But the next spurts flooded my mouth, coating my tongue with his musky cum, and I couldn’t keep up. I swallowed what I could, but eventually pulled off and let him finish on my face.
My body was covered in a light sweat and my face probably looked like a yogurt container exploded on it, but I was satisfied. Knowing I had just given Ford a mind-blowing orgasm was hot. I always enjoyed getting other guys off, but this felt different.
“Fuck, that was amazing.”
“Agreed.”
“Do you need me to?—”
I stood up. “I’m wearing a cage for a reason, Ford. It’ll come off when I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he said. “I was just going to ask if you needed me to clean you up.”
“Oh, sure. You gonna lick it off?”
Ford chuckled. “If…that’s what you want.”
I could tell he wasn’t that enthusiastic, so I said, “A washcloth is fine.”
A few minutes later, we were still naked and in the kitchen. “This feels weird to say, but…”
“But what?” Ford asked.
“Sex is different with you. Different from anyone else.”
“Good different?”
“Great different.”
“Great,” Ford said, stepping close to me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You’re quite a little stud, you know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” That was the understatement of the year.
“Wanna go for a swim?” he asked.
“Only if we can stay naked.”
“Works for me.”
A loud knock on the kitchen door startled both of us. We froze, a silent question hanging between us.
“Expecting someone?” I whispered.
Ford’s brow furrowed. “No.”
We both bent down to grab our shorts. Mine weren’t even pulled on yet when I heard the door opening.
“Hold on! I’m coming!” Ford yelled.
A booming voice echoed through the house. “Ford, my man! Your knight in shining armor is here to save the day, and he brought backup! Oh, I hope we didn't interrupt anything." His eyes lingered on my bare torso, then on Ford’s barely contained schlong. A flicker of amusement crossed his face.
I felt Ford stiffen beside me, and who could blame him? My face was still sticky with his cum, our shirts were rumpled on the floor, and I was certain it smelled like sex in here. It might’ve been the dried semen on my upper lip, but still…we clearly just had sex.
“I thought you were coming next week,” Ford said, arms crossed, biceps absolutely bulging.
River swaggered into the kitchen, his tool belt hanging onto his hips like a tree’s last leaf before winter. With a big smile, he gestured to the coffee. “Mind if I have a cup?”
“Go ahead,” Ford said.
River helped himself. “Told the boys what a nice hole you had up here and they were so eager to come and fill it.”
By the boys , he meant the two broad-shouldered hunks with matching mischievous grins filling the door frame.
They looked like they just stepped out of a fitness magazine.
I could see their eyes were already glued onto Ford.
They were all brawn and easy confidence—the kind of guy I used to hang myself all over.
They almost looked like brothers, but I guessed they belonged to the same fraternity instead of sharing DNA.
One had reddish-brown hair and a dusting of freckles across his nose, the other had dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
“So you’re ready to start working on the roof already?” Ford asked. His voice was measured, but I could tell he was a little pissed.
“We got all the wood you’ll need,” the redhead said, stepping forward. “The name’s Brock.”
“Something’s definitely getting nailed in this cabin,” the other one added.
Son of a biscuit.
Brock cleared his throat, turned his attention to me, looking me up and down.
“So, you’re the one with the leaky hole?
” The double entendre was so blatant it was almost laughable.
When I didn’t respond, he added, “We usually get our holes filled, but today we’re here to fix yours.
” He delivered the line with a sly smile, his eyes raking over Ford from head to toe.
They sure didn’t seem like bottoms to me, but who was I to judge? The testosterone in the room was almost overpowering. Four cocks at once was a lot to fantasize about. I had to tell my inner himbo to shush.