yellow road

THE COLOR SERIES

BOOK FOUR

KITTY KING

Copyright © 2024 by Kitty King

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First Edition: August 2024

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also by kitty king

THE COLOR SERIES

Red Night: Xavier’s Delight (Book 1)

Red Night: Special Edition

Blue Film (Book 2)

White Hole (Book 3)

Yellow Road (Book 4)

STANDALONE

The Wrong Man

Shared With His Friends

THE COMPASS SERIES

Beastly Armory (Book 1)

Rawest Venom (Book 2)

Southpaw Slots (Book 3)

Anorthic Anarchy (Book 4)

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author’s note

This isn’t dark, but there is heavy degradation in the beginning chapters (it is a Kitty King book and you know I love that).

There’s domination, and a classy golden shower. Also, “daddy” and “mommy” are terms used.

This book hints at Mason’s exploration of his sexual identity and is wrapped up in a novella. Obviously, this is a bigger topic than can be dealt with fully in the length written here. But this isn’t why I wrote the book.

The main point of this story is to be light, carefree, and bring you pleasure.

Like warm sunshine.

one

A TORNADO OF EVENTS

Her talons cut deep into my skin like she’s trying to keep some pieces to eat later.

“Are you even in?”

“Uh… yeah. Yes. Well, I’m pretty sure.” Lowering my head, I inspect where our bodies connect. Yep. My dick is inside her. Heaving a cinnamon-scented sigh in my face, her green eyes hit the headboard as she rolls them.

“Just… just stop, Mason.” Squirming back on her elbows, she wiggles out from under me. “Grab my big dildo.” She snaps her fingers toward her nightstand. “Over there.”

Swallowing, I go for the big, floppy rubber thing standing erect like a black monolith. I know I shouldn’t be intimidated, but it’s almost as girthy as Big G, my oversized buddy with a horse-sized cock. Not that I’ve ever seen it up close, but I have noticed it in the gym locker room. It’d be hard not to see it. Thing is terrifyingly huge.

As I grip the cold, velvety silicone in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, I glance down at her gaping legs, wondering if she ever fucked G. With a shrug, I dump some liquid out and stroke it onto the dick.

“Fuck, we’ll just need to get you a cage with a fake dick attachment, so you can actually satisfy me,” she says, one side of her pink lips quirking.

My cock stirs at the thought and I’m not exactly sure why. She’s mentioned it a few times before, getting me a cage or a collar or something. And it makes my stomach knot. Being owned and dragged around by this gorgeous creature would mean I was worth something to someone.

I run the head of the dildo through her pussy lips, edging the shaft inside her as a sharp breath darts past her lips. Pressing in farther, I fuck her with it as she opens for me, moaning with pleasure. Someday, I’ll get her to say my name as she does this.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch boy? You’d like it if you were drilling me with a dildo and couldn’t feel a thing. Lord knows I never do when you try.” As her nails dig into my forearms, she glares at me like a stern schoolteacher. Flopping her legs wide like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt, her back arches, pushing herself onto the big cock. She’s so hot like this. Her full breasts bounce with every thrust I give her. “Don’t you love watching me get off on this?”

“Yeah, I do.” My voice comes out strained with its plea. I fucking love watching her come apart, knowing I’m the one giving her some pleasure. Reaching down with my other hand, I grip the base of my dick. A painful slap hits my wrist, and she stops writhing.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No?” Frozen mid-stroke, I ease one finger at a time off my granite length.

“Ugh, you’re such a disobedient boy. Stop it, Mason. And what do you call me?”

I clear my throat and force out, “Mistress.”

Easing back on the pillow, she juts out her jaw like she’s irritated again. I can’t do anything right. My dick sticks straight out, dying for a vigorous rub.

“Okay, get me off. And don’t paw at me like you usually do. Suck my nipples.”

Lying down beside her, I continue to fuck her with the fake dick and latch onto one of her little pink buds. It’s actually a gift for me because she knows how much I enjoy them. Slyly, I rub myself against her thigh.

She’s so fucking hot. Maybe the hottest chick I’ve been with. Watching the freckles on her pale skin turn as pink as her pussy makes me leak, pre-cum oozing from the head of my cock.

Just before she climaxes, her fingers reach down, clasping over where I hold the dildo, and she fucks herself with it, showing me the rhythm she requires. Moaning, she clamps her thighs together tightly and climaxes before she takes a deep breath in and relaxes against her silk sheets.

When she peeks one green eye open at me, she frowns. “Fuck, you can’t even get me off with my own toy. I have to do everything.” Pursing her little lips, she scrunches an eyebrow, and I want to kiss her. But she rarely allows it.

“Lay back. Spread your legs,” she commands.

Scrambling into position, I wait for my reward. When she grasps me, her touch soothes some of the pain built up in my throbbing cock. Dumping more lube on her fingers, she presses one against my ass.

“What do you say?”

“Ple—please, mommy.”

Her delicate hand gives my dick one jerk, and I almost come, but I know she hates it when I do, especially so fast. I will myself not to erupt on her. Digging a long finger inside, she breaks through my tight ring as I groan. “Yes…”

“Little bitch boys need more than one, though. I should use my dildo on your ass.”

My eyes snap open. She’s never done something like that, and the thought fucking worries me. First of all, it’s gigantic. Secondly, I’ve never had a dick near my ass before. Seems kinda, I don’t know... not perfectly straight. Though my balls have touched the mayor’s son once when we were tag teaming some chick. And some other guy in Delta’s once for the same reason. Both of those times were while inside a pussy, though. Definitely not just messing around with some dude.

“Oh, you look like you’d enjoy that. Having a dick in your ass. Just how gay are you, Mason? Is this why you can’t get me off?”

Squeezing tighter around my dick, she adds two more fingers and I almost choke on my tongue. The pressure rises inside until it’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck!” I say, feeling like I’m about to explode, but I can’t. Not without, without something more.

“Is my little bitch going to get off thinking about a big dick in his asshole? I guess I’ll buy that strap-on for next time. Watch you come like a fucking sissy.”

Moaning, my mouth makes desperate open and closing motions, needing more. More.

She rolls her eyes again, then leans over me, dangling her large breast in my face, and I latch on. Like it’s a big chore for her to move, she sighs while strangling my dick. “Fine. Here, you tiny baby. You need mommy’s tits, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I answer while pulling on her nipple with my teeth. When she shoves her fingers deeper into my ass, I cry around her tit. There’s no stopping the pleasure ripping through my nerves now. It’s inevitable. “Please. Please let me come, mommy.”

“Yes, my little boy. Go ahead. Don’t make a mess, though.”

With another tug on her bud, I suck hard and explode in her hand and all over my abs. Some even sprays on my face. And as I’m pulsating under her grip, she makes a sound of disgust.

“Ew… I said don’t make a mess. God, you can’t do anything right, can you?”

As if she’s punishing me, she continues to stroke my overly sensitive cock, even rubbing her thumb over the hole. Trying to buck her off, my hips jerk up several times, but she continues.

“Well, gotta get it all out if you’re going to make a fucking disaster of my sheets.”

Grunting, I scream, “Stop, stop. It’s too much, please.”

“Fine.” She lets go, and I melt onto her mattress. The relief of her not trying to milk me is almost as good as the orgasm was.

Denim slaps me across the face as she throws my clothes at me. She’s standing next to the bed, pulling on her clothes. “Get dressed. Let’s go.”

Trying to contain my smile, I do as she says. This is my favorite part. We get to go out together and I can show her off. Slapping my palms together, I rub them quickly, trying to contain my excitement.

“Hurry, I want to get that book before they sell out.” She flips her long red hair over a shoulder and slicks on some lipstick, then fixes her mascara in her bedroom mirror.

“Ready!”

It’s the first week of my senior year at Northview University and classes start tomorrow. Problem is, I still have no idea what I’m going to do. My mom and uncle keep encouraging me to finish my business degree, but I don’t really want to work for Cardell Enterprises when I’m finished. Yeah, pretty much everyone is employed by them in this town, and I know my Uncle Mal will take care of me. But I don’t think I’d be any good at it.

I’m not really good at anything.

“Did you bring your list?” She peruses the aisles, gathering a few of the books she needs for her classes.

“Oh, shit. I forgot. Wait, I mean. I think I have my classes on my phone somewhere.” Where’s my phone? Digging around in each of my pockets, I finally find it. “Shit. It’s dead.” I try not to see the look of disappointment cross her face as I scratch my head. I spent the night at her place last night and she had to use the charger because hers was at thirty percent. She really doesn’t like me using her stuff anyway.

“Of course, it is. Come on, I need to pay for these. Then, let’s go get some coffee.”

Holding the glass door open for her at the campus café, I spot my cousin, Xavier, sitting at a table in the back with his wife, Marissa. Marissa looks uncomfortably pregnant, but whispers in her husband’s ear when we walk in. Joy hits me as his eyes capture me with my girlfriend, especially when I see his black eyebrows dip. Ha, fucker. Look who I snagged.

“Get me my coffee,” my girlfriend says. I hurry over to place the order while she moseys toward them, her perfect ass swaying dangerously as she does.

Once I gather up our cups, I spot her sitting across from my cousin, his icy blue eyes narrowed as his wife seems to be speaking through a tight mouth. My cousin and I don’t look much different, except his hair is darker and my eyes are green. Otherwise, we have the same build. I’m about three inches shorter, though, which he never lets me forget, always calling me “shorty” or “short stack” when we were growing up. I got my mother’s lips, though, and he has my uncle’s nose. They are brother and sister.

“Here he is!” My girlfriend beams at me as I sit beside her, raking her arm over my green sweater.

Xavier tilts his head to the side. “Mason. Seriously?”

Shrugging, I smile. “What?”

“Hi, Mason,” Marissa says with a soft smile.

“You’ve gotten huge!” Her belly is gigantic.

“What the actual fuck? Fucking douche. Don’t talk about my wife like that,” Xavier snaps out and buries his lips against her temple. She takes a deep breath and settles into his side.

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” she whispers to him.

“Pretty soon, your cousin may have one of those, too!”

My stomach falls through the floor. Darting my wide eyes to my girlfriend, she continues staring at Xavier, then pats her belly and uses a finger to close my open jaw.

“Right, honey?”

“Uh… Well, I…”

While I stammer to find a coherent response, a guy with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tight black T-shirt walks up to our table. Maybe it’s not so much his clothes are too small as much as his muscles are too large. “Hey, Cardell! I forgot to ask your number after class for that semester project. Trying to get the group together.”

“Oh, right.” My cousin digs his phone out of his pocket and exchanges information with the man. He’s not as big as G, but pretty close. His shoulders definitely wouldn’t fit against the bench seat where Marissa and Xavier sit. Not without shoving one of them onto the floor.

My girlfriend bats her lashes and asks, “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Xavier?”

Still typing into his phone, he says, “This is Briggs. He’s in my MBA program. Briggs, this is my cousin, Mason Locke and, uh… well, Caitlyn Watson.”

His long black lashes flutter as he glances down at my girlfriend, who tosses her auburn locks over her shoulder. Some lands in my mouth until I have to spit it out. Holding out a palm, he lowers himself slightly and greets her with a warm smile. She places her hand in his, and he gives it a squeeze, bobbing it up and down. “Nice to meet you, Caitlyn.”

“The pleasure is mine, Briggs.”

A deep chuckle leaves his lips as he grins broadly for her.

“Mind if I pull up a chair?” he asks, and just as I’m about to tell him no, he does it anyway.

“Of course. The more the merrier!” Caitlyn says with a fake giggle.

“What are you doing here today? Don’t undergrad classes start tomorrow? Or are you in a graduate program here?” Briggs straddles his seat and practically pushes his knee into Caitlyn’s thigh. When she turns to answer him, her legs fit between his.

Glancing across the table, Marissa eyes me with some shock on her face, but Xavier keeps his face buried in his phone. Ever so subtly, his head shakes.

“Ha, no. I’m in undergrad only. Education, but I went for a statistics book at the store, and they were out. And I saw my good friend Xavier and thought I’d say hello.” Caitlyn gives me her back as the two of them converse like old friends.

“No shit, I took a lot of stats. I may have the book you need back at my place.”

“It’s for my final stats course. One-oh-three?”

“Yes! I have that one. Want me to grab it for you?”

“How far away do you live?”

Marissa watches the two of them like they are in a tennis match. Downing the rest of my coffee, I think about just grabbing my girlfriend’s hand and heading out, but Briggs interrupts.

“Just down the road. Let’s go.”

“Sure!” Caitlyn stands and adjusts her tight purple top lower, showcasing her huge fucking tits. For him.

As they scurry out the door together, like they can’t wait to rip each other’s clothes off, I turn to my cousin, hoping my cheeks aren’t red with embarrassment. A death-by-icy-glare look coats his eyes.

“I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. Caitlyn fucking Watson? What were you thinking, Locke?”

“Mason, seriously? That girl is… She’s not good for you. She’s not a nice person,” Marissa interrupts, then moans and rubs her belly like she’s in pain. Xavier whips his head to her body, his hand covering hers where it now rests on her bump. “Just a little kick.”

“You jealous, bro?” I ask him.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and other than that movement, his body freezes. “You’re disgusting.” Helping his wife up, he gathers their things and brushes past me, but says, “For your own good, you should lose that cunt. But you never do the smart thing.”

My jaw clicks as I clench it closed. Staring at the wall in front of me, I let the words my mother always says wash over me. Why can’t you be more like Xavier?

Not good enough.

Never enough.

Behind.

Shorter.

Shoving my chair back, I stand to leave, but when I do, I stumble into a woman and our chests bump, spilling her hot coffee all down my front. I pull the cloth away from my skin, trying not to let it scald me. “Ow! Fuck!”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I tell her, then glance around the crowded café. Everyone’s eyes stare at me judgingly.

A sarcastic round of applause from the other students has me scrambling, and I practically sprint back to the main road off campus. Strolling down the street toward my apartment, I briefly wonder if Caitlyn’s already getting Briggs’s dick at his place. My sticky cock jumps once in my jeans, picturing his big body thrusting into her from behind while she screams.

Maybe I just lost my girlfriend. How does one keep one anyway? I’ve never held on to them for long. Always saying the wrong shit or buying an “inappropriate” present. Girls are complicated.

Bright yellow catches my attention as I pass the pet store window. A little canary sits in a wire cage in the front, and I swear its little eyes follow me. I come to a halt, backtracking a few steps and entering the store. After a brief discussion with the store owner, I exit with Sweetie’s cage in one hand and a bag of bird stuff in the other.

Yeah… I could be the bird guy. Xavier never had birds.

“What is that, Locke?” Swiftly, I spin to see Levi Joseph, my other buddy, coming down the alleyway from his place where he lives with his wife, Elle.

“Hey, man. Look!” I hold up her cage, and she chirps a pretty little song with a flutter of her wings.

“Did you just buy that?” He heads to his piece of shit car parked on the street.

“Yep! Going to be a bird keeper.”

Levi shakes his head, some of his curls falling across his forehead. “Uh… good luck, man. Try not to let her get away.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say as he drives off.

How hard could watching a bird be? Sweetie’s in a cage and I’m not letting her escape.

two

THIS PLACE IS QUITE FLAT

Apparently, birds like to sing a lot, especially in the morning. When the sun streams through my apartment blinds at 5 a.m., Sweetie wakes me up with some flapping and serenading. It’s not anything a pillow over my head can’t fix.

When I fall back to sleep, I wake up in a panic because I missed my first class and it’s almost time for my second. Shit, I have a quiz there today, too. By the time I show up to the lecture and get a glance at the bulletin board with our grades posted, I’m stupidly shocked with disappointment that I got a zero. But there it sits. All fat and round.

Next to the score sheet is a rush poster for Delta. They aren’t allowed to advertise on campus, but someone sneaked one up there in the corner. Xavier hates Delta. He tried to recruit wealthy guys from them for Theta last year. And he always gets what he wants.

I’m going to rush with Delta.

“Hey, Mason.” Kinsley Whittemore strolls a finger down a different class list and smiles when she reaches her one hundred percent. “How’s it going?”

Kinsley’s hot. Not as stunning as Marissa and definitely not as scorching as Elle Joseph, but she’d probably smack you around a bit while on top. “Hey, there. It’s going good! How’re you doing? Wanna get a drink?”

Her brow furrows for a second as she takes me in. “Mason, you know I’m still with George, right?”

Clearing my throat, I shove my hands in my pockets. “Um, yeah. He’s in grad school somewhere, right? Not here, though, right?”

Her long, brown ponytail shivers as she shakes her head. Rolling her eyes, she spins around, then leaves without saying a goodbye. What a snob.

A buzz rattling in my khakis pocket makes me groan. I’m late, I know, and that’s a reminder call to show up. I can’t even lift my head as I trudge toward the parking lot and flop into my BMW. All my energy is focused on preparing for another monthly family lunch. I take the scenic route along the way, listening to some country music that Xavier hates. Dad always liked it.

Arriving at the club, I have to give the hostess my name for the hundredth time. Despite her letting me put in the tip of my dick inside her once, she still doesn’t remember me. She recognizes Levi every time, though. Whore.

Xavier’s already sitting at a table with my uncle and mom. My mom is Mal’s older sister. Which means I was apparently blessed with having Xavier as a cousin. Gritting my teeth, I see the meals already on the table for everyone else. Guess they didn’t order for me. Easing onto a wooden seat, my family holds their forks mid-air to stare at me like I just farted on their food.

“What?” I ask.

“Mason… you’re almost an hour late,” Mom says.

Snagging my phone from my pocket, I scan the time like I didn’t know.

“Oh, I thought it was at one.”

Xavier snickers. “It’s always been noon. That’s never changed.”

“Professor Lehrer says you’re doing very well, Xavier. Proud of you.” Mal continues with whatever praise they were giving the golden child before I arrived. Fortunately, it takes some heat off me.

“I’d like to see Mason apply himself that way next year. Right, sweetie? For your MBA?” My mom finishes off her salad, and Mal glances at me with something like sympathy behind his eyes. Xavier downs his beer.

“I bought a bird, a canary, and named her Sweetie.”

While still holding his glass to his lips, Xavier makes a soundless chuckle. Mal wipes his mouth with the cloth napkin and glances at my mom. “Th-that’s great, Mason. I didn’t know you liked birds.”

“What will you do with a bird? You can’t even take care of yourself!” Below her breath, my mom murmurs, “Malcolm, tell him.” Ever since my father left her for Whitney Ward, she’s been obsessed with me taking care of her. Or forcing Mal to become my substitute father. She’s desperate to ensure Catarina Cardell (previously Locke) has enough in her bank account to maintain her lifestyle. And her enhancer treatments.

Was it weird that Whitney fucked me first? I mean… with Carter Kline there, but still. And then I got to fuck her with Adam Joseph, Levi’s older brother. Okay, yes. But I drew the line at my dad. There was no way I wanted to watch him fuck her.

Not really.

Over the summer, the two fled Northview under scandal and outrage. Dad called me last week saying they have a house in Cliff Harbor now, some ritzy sea town a few hours away. And I think he’s going to try to marry her. I still haven’t told Mom about it.

“If Mason wants a bird, Cat, he can have one. What are you thinking of pursuing with your MBA, Mason? Are you interested in marketing?”

My uncle is a kind soul. I know this because he had to grow up with my mother as his older sister and he didn’t kill her. I know she loves me and wants the best for me because of how much she nags me. But the worst pain in my life is knowing I’ll never live up to her expectations. I’ll never be good enough for her.

Except maybe if I were a Delta.

“Yeah, marketing.” Really, I have no clue. Not even sure I want to do business, but working for Mal and then Xavier will be easy money for my mom.

“Still think you need to do accounting,” Xavier mutters before brushing crumbs off his sweater, then standing. “Cattie, I love you.” Crossing to the other side of the table, he kisses my mom on her cheek. She beams at him as he pats his dad on the shoulder. “Dad, see you. Gotta get home to my wife.”

My uncle grabs his hand before he leaves. “Tell her to join us next time, Xav. Millie couldn’t come today due to her event, but she’ll be here next time.”

Mom looks down at her plate and I can tell she’s feeling the loneliness of not having my dad around. It wasn’t so much him as much as what he stood for, and I don’t think she ever understood that. “Of course, Mason. Bring, uh, whoever you want, too.” Mal nods at me once, then tosses a few hundred on the table. “Seriously. Whoever you want.” Giving me a serious look like I’m about to take a test I don’t know the answers to, he smiles briefly, then leaves.

My mom’s green eyes glance at the money on the table furtively. In her mind, I’m sure she feels destitute, raking my father over for only a hundred grand a month.

She still won’t sign the divorce papers.

“Isn’t it about time you settled down like Xavier? Why don’t you bring your girlfriend next time? You said her name was…”

“Caitlyn Watson. You said you know her mother from Junior League.”

“Oh, yes. Watson. Well, bring her with you and make me some grandbabies by next year.” Kissing me on the top of the head, she departs, leaving behind a flurry of lemony perfume.

Huh, Caitlyn did say I could knock her up soon when we were with Xavier… Maybe we should get started.

My dick thickens in my pants as I stand up from the table, sans lunch. Distracting me from sex thoughts, my belly rumbles. The waitress ignores me when I ask about getting late service and the bartender slides a drink to his customer, turning his back to me as I approach. When I finally snag his attention, he tells me the kitchen’s already closed until dinner time.

At the bar, a guy’s shoulders shake with a laugh and my eyes narrow at him. But wait. That’s Daric Wentworth, Delta’s president.

“Hey, Daric!” Slapping him on the back, he sits up, surprised, and narrows his brown eyes at me.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me! Mason Locke!” Like he needs a reminder, I point at my chest and smile broadly for him. He scans me briefly, then sips his beer.

“From…”

Please don’t make me say it. “Xavier’s cousin.”

“Oh, fuck! Yeah, Xavier’s cousin. Sure. I remember you. What’s up, man? Miss lunch?”

Scooting a stool out, I sit next to him. “Yeah. Hey! I was thinking about rushing with you guys.”

As if I just told him the earth is flat, his entire body leans away from me as his jaw goes slack. “W-with Delta?”

“Yeah! Saw the advertisement!”

“Uh… Xavier would probably want you in Theta, right? Y-you didn’t ever pledge Theta?”

“No.” Wouldn’t he want Xavier’s cousin in Delta?

“Sure, man.” Downing his beer, he stands and nods at the hostess. “Uh, rush and we’ll see you around.”

“Okay!”

Yes! I already have an invite… This may be easier than I thought. Dreams of Xavier’s jealous eyes and my mother’s proud, smiling cheeks fill my brain. I could put this on my resume.

It’s Sweetie’s dinnertime, but I stop off at Caitlyn’s first. When I arrive, she throws open the door like she’s been expecting me. “Oh. Hi, Mason.” I lean in, puckering my lips to kiss her cheek, but she turns on a heel and leaves the door open for me.

Closing her front door, I rub my stomach. “I’m fucking starving. Do you have anything to eat? I don’t have anything at my place.”

Her red hair dances as she spins to face me, then taps her long painted nail against her chin. “I’m hungry, too. How about you make us something. Like mac and cheese. With little hot dogs.”

“Okay. You got the stuff?”

“Yep. But… I want to watch you do it naked.” My belly dips at the way she says it. Her attraction to me makes heat spread over my skin. Moving to a kitchen drawer, she pulls out a frilly pink apron. It looks like something a maid would wear. “Except for this.”

“Uh…”

“Mason, are you going to disobey me?” As her green eyes darken under the heavy lids, her empty hand goes to her hip, the other thrusting the fabric forward at me.

“Did you fuck that guy?” I don’t know what comes over me, but the question slips out with immediate regret.

She calls herself my girlfriend in front of people. Well… in front of Xavier. Or Marissa. Yeah, that’s probably it. But girlfriends don’t sleep with other people, right? I mean, it’s only been twice that I could fuck her pussy with a condom, but she lets me do other stuff to her. And once she even let me spend the night.

As if I’ve asked a completely bizarre question, she tilts her head and softens her cheeks. “Which guy?”

Wait a minute… Which guy? Like there’s more? “That one from the coffee shop.”

A tiny giggle escapes her mouth. “Oh. I knew you’d be jealous.” Walking up to me, she crawls her fingers over my chest. “Did it work? I mean, I want to fuck him. I’m sure he’d satisfy me more than you. His cock is probably gigantic.”

Tingles erupt down my spine when her little lips press kisses on my neck. As she makes her way to my lips, her curves spill onto my chest and my hips to jut forward recklessly. “Yeah… He was big.”

“You want to watch him fuck me, little boy?” The picture of that huge dude drilling into her, gripping her hair and pulling her head back until she screams instantly makes me rock hard.

“Pfft, yeah. I do.” I’m panting out breaths. God, if she forces me to witness them together, I’ll come instantly.

“Maybe let you lick me up after…”

A groan escapes from my mouth. It sounds so fucking gross… and I want to do it. “Yeah.”

“What was that?”

“Yes, please, mistress.”

It hurts when she punches the apron into my stomach and snaps at me. “So put this on. And start cooking. I have one more thing for you.” Spinning, she disappears to the back hall, and I strip, not even worried about the frilly pink thing circling my front anymore. My horny brain is too far gone. The fabric tents with my erection, but I focus on finding the ingredients and getting to work.

When she comes back to the kitchen, she snakes her arms around my waist while I make the cheese sauce. One hand slips to my ass before she parts my cheeks, and something cold and wet presses on my hole.

“What the—” Clenching up tight, I lurch forward, but she doesn’t stop.

“Shh, shh. Relax, or it’ll hurt more. I want you to wear this while you cook and clean for me, little boy.”

“That’s, that’s not your fingers.” She’s only ever stuck three in. This feels bigger, and because she’s pushing so hard, I bend over the counter to make it less painful.

“Quit bitching. God, it’s just a trainer. Like, three fingers’ width. You’ll never be able to take it when I peg you at this rate.” Edging it in, I grunt and puff out air, trying to focus on relaxing my asshole. Can one do that? Finally, it’s seated fully inside, and it feels…

Like it’s massaging on a spot that makes my dick leak with urgency. “Fuck.”

“Mmm, told you, you’d like it.”

“Shit, Caitlyn. It’s, like, gonna make me come.”

With a hard slap, she spanks my bare ass cheek, and I yelp. “Do not touch yourself. You haven’t finished my dinner or cleaned my kitchen, Mason.”

I hurry to do both, serving up the food in her favorite bowl and sitting at the table, the plug sliding farther up my ass. Lifting up, I moan. “Oh, god.”

“Don’t you dare come.”

“I can’t-I can’t eat…”

“Fine, go hungry.” Taking her time, she slowly swallows each bite as I watch, hoping she’ll finish soon so I can fuck her.

“Ho-how is it?” I’m barely hanging on; all I want to do is touch my dick. Instead, I grip the bottom of the chair, but the plug dips deeper. The crown of my cock seeps with pre-cum.

“It’s fair.” Even after she finishes, she sits back and checks her phone, wiping her mouth while I wait like a begging puppy. She stabs a little hot dog with her fork and holds it up for me. “Look, it’s like your little weenie, but I think it’s a little bigger.” Then she smiles broadly, flashing her teeth as she bites it in half.

Kicking a leg up on the table, she shoves her foot in my face. “Suck my feet and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

My stomach cramps with hunger, but all I can think about is my painful hard-on, so I eat her painted toes one by one like it’s my last meal, then edge my kisses up to her ankles. Yanking back from me, she stands. “Fine, get in the bedroom. You can stroke three times, but not until after you get me off.”

With every step as I scurry to the back room, my dick wags between my legs. When I kneel at the foot of her bed, I grip the comforter to keep myself from jerking off. She saunters in and undresses casually, like she’s bored out of her mind. Finally, she drops onto the mattress and scoots to the end, flopping her thighs open. I eat. And eat. Sticking my fingers in and licking and sucking, thinking please, please come already. Instead, a heavy sigh escapes her mouth.

“You know what I think I need… A big Briggs here to fill me with his cock. I want him to come inside me and for you to suck my clit as he does.” She lifts her head to stare me down as my eyes travel up her skinny waist to her full breasts, then her tight expression. “Then, when he’s done, you can lick all his come out of me. Eat his cream pie. Would you like that, bitch boy?”

Deep from within me, some need to do this entire scene surges through my body, until cum rips through my dick. Fuck, I can’t stop it. Instead, I moan my yes into her cunt, and she laughs, then squeezes my head with her legs and comes just as I do… without even touching myself.

The hard plug in my ass intensifies the pleasure more than I could have imagined, and a high-pitched squeal rips from my chest as I spray jizz all over her bed. It doesn’t stop, either. Like a fucking geyser, ropes spew out until my thighs are sticky and soaked.

Caitlyn watches with a gleam in her eye. Leaning forward, she gives me a small kiss as I huff some air on her face, trying to breathe. “Good boy. Just think of how much better it’s going to be with a dick in your ass.”

A what?

three

A STRANGE ENCOUNTER

You know what? I don’t care that Sweetie likes to wake up so early. She’s so pretty. Sure, the incessant tweets are annoying, but it just means she wants me. And food.

Cleaning out her cage, I let her roam around my room, making sure my window is closed. Usually, I leave it open for her, so she can feel the real outdoor air. When I fill her bowl with more seed and some leftover apple chunks, she flies back and starts pecking at her breakfast, happily singing between her bites. With a little shake, she’s ready for a new day. And just watching how happy she is makes me feel like I accomplished something already.

See? I can take care of a bird. Fuck everyone else.

Caitlyn

Don’t forget to wear green tonight.

And pick me up in a better car.

My stomach tightens as I glance at the text. Tonight’s a Delta party I promised Caitlyn I’d take her to. It’s a big night for me, too, given that I want to rush. Maybe I can take one of Xavier’s fancy vehicles. Caitlyn would like that.

Me

Hey, can I borrow the Maserati?

X

Absolutely not

Me

The Ferrari?

X

No.

Me

Aston Martin, COME ON Xav

X

No.

You can take the vette

Where u going

Me

Delta party. I’m rushing.

X

*laughing emoji*

Have fun

Asshole. The Corvette? I guess it will have to do…

That evening, I tug on a green sweater and slide into the driver’s seat of Xavier’s car, then jet over to Caitlyn’s place. When I knock on her door, she yells at me to come in. As usual, she’s not ready, but I kind of enjoy watching her move around her apartment doing all the girl things. With a cloud of some sickeningly sweet perfume, she wafts by me to throw open the door and scoffs.

Waving her palm up in a sharp motion, she asks, “Are you ready to go, or are you just going to sit there all night? Move.” As I skirt past her, I brush my lips across her cheek, but she turns it at the last second. No matter, as she slams her door closed and locks it, I get a nice view of her curves in a form-fitting gold dress. I hold my hand near her ass, letting the heat of it warm my skin. No touching, of course.

She follows me to the parking lot on her tower high heels, but stops dead when she sees the car.

My chest puffs up as she looks it over. “Yeah… I got a Corvette.”

“Ugh, Mason… No one likes a Corvette except for old men.” Rolling her eyes, she tosses her hair over her shoulder, but reaches for the door handle anyway.

“It’s Xavier’s. He loaned it to me.”

A pert smile comes over her lips as she settles inside. “Oh. Xavier’s? Huh. Well, that was kind of him. He’s so charitable.”

Near the Delta house, the parking is limited. Cars line every side street in a four-block zone, with only a few narrow parallel spots left.

“That’s a spot! You’ve passed it, like, three times. Why don’t you park there?” Caitlyn points to a small space between a truck and SUV.

“Um…” Not sure if I can squeeze the Corvette in, but I’ll take a shot. “Okay.” When I put it in reverse, the back left bumper scrapes along the front of the truck’s grill for a moment. Caitlyn’s eyes grow big as they whip to mine, but I pretend I didn’t hear anything and straighten out the car and try again.

“Can’t you parallel park?”

“I mean, you have to for your driver’s test, right?”

“I’m getting out. Stop the car.” With an exasperated huff, she opens the door and scrambles onto the sidewalk. Her arms cross as she lets one gold-heeled foot tap impatiently.

Eventually, I get the car in between the others… With just a few scrapes here and there. Xavier won’t care. Probably won’t even notice. I think this car was gifted to him by the dealer anyway.

When I reach for her hand, my girlfriend lets me take it for a moment and a sense of pride fills me. Caitlyn is fucking gorgeous. Walking into this party is definitely going to earn me some points with the Deltas. But as we approach the door, she slides her palm out of mine and strolls three feet in front of me. Like we aren’t together. Hurrying to catch up, I stumble over some guy’s huge foot and spill his beer on him.

“Dude!” he yells, wiping some of the foam off his T-shirt.

“Sorry,” I murmur while scanning the room to find where she went.

Wandering around the mass of people, I squeeze through a line waiting for the keg and run into Daric. Literally. “Oh! Hey, Daric!”

He looks over my head for a moment, then drops his gaze to mine without any recognition. “Um, hey.”

“Mason. Mason Locke.”

His brow furrows as he ponders, “Mason…”

“Xavier’s cousin.”

“Oh, right. Hey, sup.” Turning away, he grabs a foamy cup of ale from the tap, then resumes talking to a fraternity brother in front of him.

“I was going to rush Delta, remember?” But my words are absorbed by his wide back.

It hurts. Just another reminder that I’m not good enough.

Backpedaling a few steps, I continue my journey to finding my girlfriend. Eventually, I spy her around the corner, standing with her back against the wall. She’s flashing her long lashes at some huge guy leaning into her with his elbow resting next to her head. When I get closer, I see that it’s Briggs… He picks up a strand of her red hair and plays with it as he puts his head next to her, saying something that makes her giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I approach, letting my eyes bounce between the two of them.

Briggs doesn’t even lay off her. He glances at me, and his smile widens, showcasing a set of dimples in his cheeks. “Oh, hey, man. Didn’t see you there.”

With her most seductive eyes, Caitlyn scans my face and purses her pouty lips. “Mason, Briggs wants me to blow him, and I want you to watch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I’m nodding slowly before I even answer while my dick throbs in anticipation. Clearing my throat, I swallow and say, “Ye-yeah. Yep.”

Briggs slaps a huge palm on my shoulder and squeezes while my eyes follow up his thick neck. He’s an attractive male specimen with a chiseled jaw, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes… Tall and muscular. Almost like Big G, but a bit shorter.

His arm slides around Caitlyn’s waist, and he bends to place his lips on hers, shoving his tongue in while I stand there awkwardly under his grip. Taking a breath, he breaks their kiss and gives me a sly grin. It feels weird when his big blue eyes settle directly on my face for the first time. Like a roller coaster is about to go over a big hill. “Come on, twister. Let’s go have some fun.”

Shoving me forward, he gathers Caitlyn’s hand in his and guides us toward the staircase. Half turning, I ask, “Twister?”

A full belly laugh erupts from his taut middle, roaring out like a lion. “Yeah. Saw your destruction on that ’Vette. That’s going to cost a pretty penny.” As my cheeks flame with embarrassment, he continues his tirade of chuckles to a room at the end of the second-floor hall.

Before I ask what the game plan is, he shoves the door closed with Caitlyn’s body, the two entangled with each other like they’ve been waiting weeks for this. Have they?

As he ravages her with his tongue, fingers, palms, gripping her ass, and she writhes on him, I glance around the room. It’s a single, so I grab an NU sweatshirt off the bed and toss it to the corner, then take a seat on the firm mattress. The two of them continue moaning at each other while I lounge back, waiting.

Briggs’s eyes dart to the side to find me and the corner of his lip raises. Letting Caitlyn slide off him, he takes a step back and glances at me over her head.

“Fuck! Fuck… I’m so fucking hard right now,” he says while unfastening his belt, the metallic clinks cutting through the air making my dick twitch. When Caitlyn shoves off the door and slides in front of him, she drops to her knees. Once she helps him undress, I sit up straight, ready for the show. She tugs down his jeans and boxer briefs and lets him bounce out, his cock hitting her in the forehead.

“Oh my god, Mason. Come here. Look how fucking huge he is… So much bigger than you.” Biting her bottom lip, she grins up at him. “Ugh, I bet you’ll know how to fuck me right. Mason! I said, get over here.”

Hurrying, I shuffle off the bed and drop down next to her. Holy shit. It’s not Big G size, but fuck. It is huge. Definitely porn star big. Watching her take it is going to make me come all over myself…

Briggs pants some hoppy-scented breaths down on us, then lowers his eyelids when he sees Caitlyn. His fingers gather some of her hair as she licks the tip of his cock, which lunges at us.

Snagging my hand, Caitlyn pulls me to a kneel next to her, then gives Briggs a tiny smile. “Get closer.” She suctions him inside of her mouth, a little drop of spit dancing on the corner of her lips as she does. Briggs’s head drops back as he clutches the hair on the crown of her head.

“Holy shit, yes. You watchin’, twister? You watching your girl suck me off?”

My abs tighten as Caitlyn works his shaft with her throat, gagging when he hits deep. Pausing, she looks for my hand again, and slaps it when I try to hold hers. She flips it over, palm up, and tugs it until I’m holding Briggs’s sweaty balls. “Make yourself useful,” she says, then gets back to sucking him off.

This seems for real gay. And I almost protest, but the way she narrows her eyes when I try makes me freeze. “That’s so hot, Mason… Such a good boy for mommy. Stroke him a little with your finger.”

“Uh…”

“Mason!” The sharp snap of her voice has me curling my finger on his taint until he breathes out a slow curse. When she gets back to licking on his shaft, she stops for a moment and sits back on her calves.

“You’ll suck dick for me, won’t you?”

Flipping rapidly, my stomach knots. “N-no, Caitlyn. Come on.” With a quick motion, she gathers both my cheeks in a tight grip, her fingernails almost digging into my eye sockets.

“You’ll do it for mommy, bitch boy. I want to watch you suck Briggs’s big cock so you know what one feels like.” I’m panting like a dog, sticking my tongue straight out. Maybe it’s her force, but whatever it is causes my dick to fully harden in my jeans. If I can just whip it out, I’ll get some relief. Placing a palm on my crotch, she slaps my full erection until it hurts.

“You can fuck me only if you suck his dick. And no touching yourself.” Filled with insane lust, I nod mindlessly, and she gives me a saccharine smile. “Yes, what?” she asks.

“Yes, mommy.”

Placing a hand on the back of my head, she guides me toward his waiting beast and whispers, “Good boy.”

I pause. God, I can never tell Xavier about this. Or Levi. But if I suck his dick for just a second, then Caitlyn will let me fuck her… She rarely lets me. Maybe I could get her off in front of some of the Deltas downstairs. They’d probably make me president for that. Two years ago, the president fucked her ass on the keg in the kitchen. If I took her in the middle of the room, maybe that would get me more points.

“Go on, Mason. Open wide.”

Swiveling his hips, Briggs’s big dick sways toward me. The moment I think about protesting again, Caitlyn shoves me forward, and I gasp, getting my first taste of a dick.

“Atta boy, twister. Swirl the tip. Earn your name.” Briggs’s deep vibrato shoots all the way down my spine.

“Such a good boy.” Caitlyn echoes his praises.

With both of them encouraging me like I’ve done something right for once, I open my mouth wider. Swallowing, I unclench my eyelids and take a peek up at Briggs’s face. The heat he has as he gazes down at me makes me lick him until he gasps with slightly parted lips. Like he really enjoys this.

“Here, Mason. Use your hand, baby.” Caitlyn removes hers and places mine around his large shaft near the base. “That’s it. Give him a tug.”

Scooting on my knees a bit closer, I swirl my tongue around his tip, which causes his hips to jut forward. When his thickness hits my gag reflex, tears spring to my eyes. A breathless chuckle departs his chest as he strokes Caitlyn’s cheek with the back of one of his fingers. Using my hand, I control how far he goes down my throat.

Okay, hopefully, that was enough. I shouldn’t do this. I’m not gay. Leaning back, I point the dick toward Caitlyn. “Here.”

“Oh, no. Suck him. Give it to him good. You don’t have to swallow, bitch boy. But if you want inside me, you have to make him come.”

“O-okay.” All right, then. I’ll do this. I’ll suck his cock. It actually isn’t bad. Briggs looks as if he really likes it. That I’m pleasing him. Placing his hardness back in my mouth, I go at it and his hand works itself from Caitlyn’s face, over to mine. Gently, his fingers trail across my forehead.

“Open your throat more, twister. Relax your neck,” he says, reaching down to grab the back of my neck. “There you go. Now—” He grunts. “Let me take over.”

With rapid thrusts of his hips, he darts to the back of my throat repeatedly until I’m crying, spit flying from my mouth. All I can do is place my hands on his thighs and hang on as he uses me for his pleasure. His fingers grasp my hair and pull hard until the pain oddly turns to some weird sensation of gratification that causes my balls to tingle. Fucking hell. If I could only reach down and jerk myself, maybe I wouldn’t be in such a gay position. No one can know about this.

Especially how raging hard my boner is while I’m giving a dude head.

“Shit, shit… I’m gonna fucking come.” Briggs takes a step back and grabs his reddened dick, stroking himself rapidly until he aims at Caitlyn’s exposed chest. Ropes of cum leap from the tip of his cock until he covers her lips, her neck, her chin, and her deep cleavage. “Fuck. That was so hot.”

Caitlyn waves a long, painted fingernail at his mess and narrows her eyes at me alluringly. “Clean it up, bitch boy. Use your tongue.”

“Wh-hat?” By this point, my cock is aching with need. I’ll get blue balls if I don’t get off soon.

A heavy sigh causes her breasts to balloon in her tiny dress. “Lick. It. Up. I won’t say it again. Come here.” Grasping the back of my head, she presses her lips to mine, but instead of a kiss, it’s more like shoving his cum into my mouth with her tongue. It’s salty and musky. Definitely not like a girl’s. But… it’s not bad. So I obey as Briggs continues to rub himself slower now, his tall body looming over me.

My greedy tongue bathes her everywhere he touched. Savoring everything because I know she’s going to reward me. Each swathe causes me to ooze pre-cum in my boxers. Once I’ve done my duty, I shove a hand through my hair and sit up, like a beggar. Briggs tucks himself back inside his jeans.

Caitlyn stands and with a swipe of her finger across Briggs’s broad chest. “I think that’s enough for today, but the three of us are going to have so much fun…” They kiss briefly as Briggs grips one of her ass cheeks in his large hand.

“I’ll call you,” he tells her, and she giggles.

“Come on, Mason. You can fuck me in the bathroom.”

Quickly, I adjust myself as much as possible and follow her out the door.

“I thought we could do it in front of everyone. You know… like you let Cody on the keg?”

She laughs, but there’s no humor behind it. “No way.” Tugging on my sweater, she spins me into a narrow half-bath on the first floor. Shimmying up her dress, she pulls down her thong and lifts one leg while leaning back on the sink.

“Get me off,” she says.

Finally! I unzip my pants and let them drop. Pressing my chest to hers, I line myself up with a dip of my hips. Her hot wetness coats my cock until I feel my orgasm rising.

“You liked sucking dick, didn’t you?” she whispers over my ear. “Doing it for me?” Some weird sound lurches from me, and just as I stick myself inside her entrance, she whispers, “You liked his cock in your mouth, say it.”

Thinking about what I just did upstairs with Briggs, being on my knees in front of such a big guy, someone with a huge cock so much bigger than me, servicing him, I can’t stop it anymore. “I-I liked his cock in my— Oh fuck.” Pulsating reams of my cum coat her pussy lips, her upper thighs, and all down the front of my jeans. I’m not even in yet. Shit.

“Are you serious right now? You didn’t even get me off! Ugh… Just-just take me home. I’ll call Briggs next time.”

Despite my orgasm brain, some level of worry hits me. What is she going to make me do with him next time?

We have a silent ride back to her place after I try to apologize, and she just stares out of her window the entire time. When I attempt to walk her up to her apartment, she shrugs me off and slams the door in my face.

I know how to make up for it. I’ll buy her some flowers and chocolate tomorrow. Girls like that shit.

Well… at least I got off finally. I don’t want to think about her forcing me to say I liked dick in my mouth. Her control does something to me. If I can just please her, then everything else in my life will work out.

By the time I reach home, I’ve decided that whatever activities she has for me and Briggs, I’m up for it. Well, I won’t take it up the ass. That’s so gay. Unless she does it to me with a strap-on. That’s okay. Levi and Xavier will probably be super jealous that I’m still single, fucking around and doing crazy things they’ve never done before. Especially once I tell them I’m getting pegged while Caitlyn gets it from someone else.

So, yeah. Completely up for whatever crazy things my girlfriend wants me to do with her and Briggs.

When I walk inside, I grab the seed from the kitchen counter and head to the bedroom, then stop short. Sweetie’s cage is open and so is the window.

She’s gone.

four

ON THE PATH TO FIND MY BRAIN

“Imean, seriously, what were you thinking? That you could take care of a bird?” Caitlyn scoffs as we amble toward campus. She lets me hold her hand, but I kind of want to drop it. That would be weird, though. Right? If I didn’t want to hold my girlfriend’s hand, that would mean she probably shouldn’t be my girlfriend.

I fed, loved, petted, and cared for my bird. If Sweetie didn’t want to stay, why would anyone else?

I grip her fingers tighter and tug Caitlyn closer to me, straightening my black hair with my free hand. As I change the subject, I try not to show how nervous I feel inside. “Where’s his place?”

“Just up here.” The autumn breeze blows her auburn locks over her shoulder, tickling my cheeks as they pass. We cross the street to the graduate apartment complex, but a gigantic, pearl-white Cadillac Escalade pulls up in front of us, blocking our path. It’s new with fresh tags. Xavier hops out and hurries to the other side to open Marissa’s door, holding his hand out for her as she carefully steps down.

“Oh my gosh, Xavier, look at this! Is this a new car?” Caitlyn practically pants at him, dropping my hand to press her palms to her cheeks in mock shock.

Xavier’s blue eyes dart over to us, but skirt past her red head and to my face. “Hey, Mason.”

Nodding at him, my attention dances over the fancy toy. “You just bought this?”

“Yeah, for the kids,” he says, placing his hand on Marissa’s belly.

Caitlyn scoffs. “You’re just having the one, right? She’s just pregnant with one?”

Marissa grabs Xavier’s bicep and presses her body into his side, then snaps at Caitlyn, “Yeah, well, we’ll be having a lot more.”

Xavier’s look of pure amusement as his eyes lift to the sky, his tongue almost escaping from his mouth as he tries to contain a grin, makes me want to hit him. Caitlyn stiffens next to me and replies, “Guess you don’t care about maintaining a good figure, then.” With a toss of her head, she wanders in front of me like some fucking queen.

Marissa rolls her eyes as Xavier leans down and murmurs, “You won’t even have a chance to not be pregnant…”

Pushing my steps to catch up, I tug on Caitlyn’s purse string, and she clutches my arm like Marissa did to my cousin. “They are so annoying. Think they’re better than everyone else.”

“Yeah, I told you,” I say, feeling proud she wants to touch me in public.

“You’d try to knock me up, wouldn’t you? With some of those Cardell genes?”

My stomach tightens, but I think… With a glance back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of my cousin and his wife walking arm in arm. If Xavier’s so cool to have a bunch of kids, why couldn’t I be? I could fuck Caitlyn and knock her up. My mom would like that. “Um, sure. Yes.”

She steals a peek at my face as we near the apartments, batting her lashes. “Do-do you think Marissa’s prettier than me?”

“I mean, she’s just got more curves than you. A bigger ass. And tits. And she’s got that tall, exotic model look going on.”

Caitlyn stops and drops her jaw. She shoves me away from her side. “Thanks, asshole.”

“What?”

Caitlyn snaps her fingers to indicate I should open the building door for her, and I hustle to get behind it. “What did I say?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Entering behind her, I try to smooth things over. “Some guys like that. I prefer, you know, more made-up beauty. Like what you do. You know, with your hair and all that shit you put on your face.”

“Mason?” Caitlyn pauses outside a plain white door.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.” She lifts her knuckles, but instead of punching me, she raps on the door.

Briggs’s huge body fills the frame as he opens it, looking like he just stepped out of the shower. Sans shirt, his pecs dance as he leans forward to wrap his arms around her waist, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “Hey, man. Welcome to my place.”

He escorts my girlfriend inside with a hand on her lower back as I take a look around. Briggs’s apartment is like a grown-up’s pad, with a brown leather sofa in the living room and matching stuffed chairs. In the middle of the room is an upholstered coffee table with a fluffy rug underneath and a stack of important-looking books sitting on top. Inside, a portrait picture frame hides his TV. It looks like a piece of expensive art. There’s no Xbox or any gaming system I can see. Just bookcases lining every available spot, filled with titles that I can’t pronounce. For someone studying business, he seems to have a lot on every subject.

“You good there, twister?” Briggs asks, lifting his mouth off of Caitlyn’s to speak briefly before biting her bottom lip.

“Your place is really nice.”

Reaching over my girlfriend, he grips my shoulder gently. “Thanks, man. You want something to drink?”

“Not now, Briggs, baby... I need your thick cock.” Caitlyn whips her green eyes around and scans me standing near the entrance awkwardly. “And Mason’s hungry for some cream pie.”

Snagging my hand, she tugs me with her as Briggs slips his arm around her waist, leading her into the main bedroom right off the living room. Just like the rest of the apartment, it’s got nice furniture and style. He must have money.

Massive dick, muscles, an MBA, money… and my girl’s tongue in his mouth.

“Mason, you sit over there.” Caitlyn snaps her fingers to a striped wingback chair angled in the corner, but as I take a few steps that way, Briggs stops me.

“No. I want to watch you suck his dick while I fuck you from behind. How about that, ginger?” With a swat, he spanks her, and she melts. I see it. It’s the same way she is with Xavier. Compliant, obedient. She’s never been that way with me. But some unexpected urge for Briggs’s big hand to slap me around makes my dick jump in my jeans. Like… maybe he’ll force me to take his dick in my mouth again. Choke on it. Will he? Will Caitlyn? Will he rape my ass?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

“Sure, baby.” Caitlyn loosens her dress, letting it drop to the ground, as she sashays to the bed. Her bra and thong look amazing on her tight body when she crawls over the mattress, showcasing her ass for him.

“Come over here and eat her pussy, twister. Get her ready for me.” There’s some heat behind Briggs’s eyes as he grunts out the words.

Grabbing the back of my sweater, I pull it over my head and toss it onto the chair, then shove off my jeans. When I go to pass Briggs to get to Caitlyn, he stops me with a long finger tugging on my jaw. Drawing my face up to his, he growls, “Everything off, little boy. Daddy wants to see it all.”

Frozen with some bizarre tingle electrifying my balls and spine… I do just as he says without breaking eye contact.

“Good boy.” Nodding toward Caitlyn, Briggs continues. “Now, take off her panties and put your face in her cunt. Lick it up, get it wet for my huge dick. I’m gonna fuck it and make you eat my cum after.”

Curling my fingers under her thong, I edge it down and she helps by shifting her legs and tossing off her bra. Briggs slides over to her head and strips, then lets her suck him while I eat her pussy. Her moans are stifled by his thickness, and she presses her cunt into my nose as I lick her the way she likes. My dick is raging hard, but… it’s not from her. Despite the confusion, I give it a few strokes to relieve some growing need within me.

I stay focused on what I’m doing, closing my eyes and jerking harder, until thick, hairy legs brush across my side. “Mason, get underneath her. I want you to have a great view.”

“Okay,” I say as I stand. Briggs grips my neck with his forearm wrapped around it and tugs me back into his chest. His hard dick slots between my buttocks, and I squeal, a shiver running rapidly down my spine.

Lowering his voice to a growl, he places his lips over my ear and asks, “Okay, what?”

“Um… Okay, daddy?”

As if he heard my earlier thoughts, his large palm spanks the shit out of my right ass cheek, then gives me a little shove toward the bed. “Good boy.”

I’m not gay, but my cock oozes pre-cum, hearing his deep bass speak those words. The heat on my skin rages into burning flames where he lit it up with his smack. Getting into sixty-nine position by lying on my back with Caitlyn on all fours over me, my dick throbs, desperate for some relief as it senses the warmth of her breath hovering over it. From this angle, I have a perfect undercarriage view of her pussy. Due to our height difference, I have to scoot back so she can reach my shaft, which places my face directly under Briggs’s big balls.

Fortunately, he shaves and… he smells nice. Like some type of cedar body wash or something manly. Straddling my head, Briggs slowly slides his dick inside my girlfriend. Screaming around my cock, she gags on me, which causes my hips to jut into the air, forcing my dick to the back of her throat.

Watching Briggs pile into her, I try to match the rhythm of my movements with his. My tongue can’t really reach her pussy, but Briggs’s hand reaches down to stroke my cheek as he commands, “Suck my balls, twister. Stick out your tongue and lick her pussy off my cock every time I pull back.” With a light slap, his palm strikes my face. The motion causes me to gasp and swallow his generous sack. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

He picks up his speed, spanking Caitlyn, who moans around me until I’m ready to bust in her mouth. Doing as he commands, my neck strains so I can stroke my tongue along the underside of his girthy shaft. My lips suck the tortured veins and clean the velvety texture of Caitlyn’s musky cream. His grunts and frantic movements make it seem like he’s going to come as well.

“That’s it, twister. Such a good boy for daddy. Do you want to come?”

Nodding eagerly, I make some whimpering affirmations.

“Be a good boy and come for daddy in ginger’s mouth.”

With a last thrust of my hips, I grunt and dribble. Caitlyn chokes on me, then spits the warm juice all over my thighs, but I don’t care. Even as I’m still pulsing, spewing reams of cum out of the tip, Briggs fills her cunt as I stare, completely mesmerized at the twitches in his thick muscle. Holding for a brief moment, he asks, “You ready?”

I’m about to ask for what, but he backs up. Briggs slaps my face again until my mouth opens, his entire white load oozing out of Caitlyn’s pussy lips and down into my throat.

Swiveling her head around, Caitlyn snaps, “Swallow it, bitch boy. That’s your reward.”

As the slimy spunk drips down into my belly, I think there must be something wrong with me.

I like it. And I want more.

The three of us dress in silence until Briggs offers us drinks, but Caitlyn murmurs an excuse that she needs to leave to study. I’m confused because she never seems to study. Plus, I kind of don’t want to go back to my lonely Sweetie-free apartment. It just makes me sad. But she snaps her fingers and tells me to hurry, that we’ll all meet again soon.

Before we depart, Briggs snags a part of my sweater, his blue eyes dazzling me.

“Listen,” he says. “That’s my pussy now. I own it. You can jerk off in your hand, but if you try to fuck what’s mine, Mason, I’ll put your dick in a cage and swallow the key. Do you understand me?”

It feels like the breath is knocked out of me when he speaks. Something about the way he says the words, or the seriousness of his tone, seems like he would totally do exactly what he threatens… My cock grows to full capacity again. “I understand.”

His eyebrows lift ever so slightly, and he tilts his head at me.

I clear my throat. “Daddy.”

Leaning in close to my neck, he murmurs, “Good boy.”

five

MY HEART FLEW AWAY

“Mason, darling. Why did you buy a bird in the first place?” my mother asks. My eyes scan across the country club table to see if my cousin has any further input, but he just stares at me blankly with his steely blue eyes.

Shrugging, I say, “I love her. I need to get her back.” Then, more to myself, I mumble, “Life just isn’t the same without her.”

Uncle Mal taps his finger on the rim of his glass of scotch. “I think it’s good you have this new hobby. Maybe research on how to get her to return.”

Xavier still hasn’t made any expression. I hate when he freezes up, becomes unreadable. “Don’t you have anything to say?” I ask, waiting for him to deliver some underhanded insult.

With a slight shake of his head, he offers, “Good luck.”

“Xavier, tell me how Marissa is. How many more days until she has your baby?” My chest tightens listening to my mom wax on about grandbabies. Caitlyn wants a child with me. I bet mom and Mal would be really proud if I got her pregnant. Got a job working for Xavier. Bought an Escalade.

But the more I think about each of those things that are destined for my future, the more I feel like Sweetie. What if it was a great thing that she flew away? She can go where she wants, enjoy her life on the outside. Experience the breeze and all that. Not be so trapped.

Briggs

Get over here now, twister.

Me

Uh… I can be there in twenty?

Briggs

What do you say?

Me

Yes, daddy.

Briggs asked for my number after mine and Caitlyn’s last soiree at his place. It’s been a couple of days without any activity other than my own hand jerking it to cuck porn. But that led to some weird shit. Like… watching dudes get railed in the ass by the bull. And I’m not quite sure how to feel about that.

I did explode, like, six times to one of them, though.

“I’m sorry. I gotta go.”

“I thought you didn’t have class today,” Mom says.

Standing, I glance around at the expectant faces eyeing me. “Well, I gotta go research how to get my bird back.” Or not…

“Give me a kiss.” My mother lifts her cheek, and I place my lips against it and bid my uncle and Xavier goodbye.

When I get to Briggs’s apartment, he throws open his door, holding it wide to showcase the creature behind him. Caitlyn sits cross-legged on his couch in a tiny white dress. Her thighs are curled up and, even from the door, I can see she’s not wearing any panties. Have they already started?

Briggs grabs my sweater and yanks me inside. Through gritted teeth, he says, “Your girlfriend came by.”

“Yes,” Caitlyn says, rolling her eyes. “Briggs insisted we wait for you.”

Briggs wanted me here?

Wandering into his living room, I plop down next to Caitlyn while Briggs disappears into his kitchen. “You were hanging out here?” I ask her.

Smacking her lips open, she snorts. “Yes. We were hanging out.”

“I didn’t know you two hung out together.”

“We don’t.” Briggs’s bass voice shakes me as he slaps a cold bottle of beer in my hand. “Not by ourselves,” he clarifies. Once he’s settled between Caitlyn and I, he grabs a remote control and turns on some music by some band I’ve never heard.

Caitlyn tosses her leg over Briggs’s thick thigh while I sip some of the ale. “Your place is really nice.” Nodding to the corners of the room, I lick my lower lip clean.

“Thanks. Took a while to get it the way I wanted it,” Briggs says, glancing around with me.

“Briggs, you could be a designer. It’s so well put together. Mason’s apartment has nothing in it.” She giggles. “Just like him.”

Briggs leans back and puts his arms up across the back of the couch behind Caitlyn and me. “I like minimalism. There’s a place for it.”

“Oh, I’m not a minimalist, I just…” The man has coffee table books. Oh, and they’re on animals. A yellow canary sits on the cover of the one on top. “I don’t really know what to do with it.”

“You into animals?” Briggs follows my eyes with his bright blue ones and our gazes catch. Some weird flip twists in my stomach as the corners of his lids crinkle up in a half smile.

“Well, actually⁠—”

Caitlyn practically yells, “I’m bored!” Sliding over onto Briggs’s lap, she takes his beer and twists her body to set it down on the coffee table. “I thought you said we had to wait for Mason to get started.”

Briggs wanted to wait for me?

He grips her ass with his big hands as she grinds on his crotch. “Yeah. That’s the game, isn’t it? Work my cock, bitch.”

My eyeballs practically fall out. I’ve heard Xavier calling her every name in the book, even while fucking her. But this is the first time Briggs has, and I wonder how she’ll handle it. Darting a glance over to me, she leans forward and kisses Briggs while keeping her green eyes on my face. “Mmm, spank me, daddy.”

Briggs rears back a wide palm and slaps the shit out of her ass. She screams and jolts up and his lips part in a wide grin, showcasing a perfect set of dimples. “Ouch! Too hard!” Chastising him, she rubs her butt with an open-mouthed gasp.

“Sorry,” he says, then tucks his bottom lip under his teeth, trying to contain his smile. “Suck me. And Mason? Get her ready for me.”

Caitlyn stands and shimmies out of her dress while Briggs adjusts on his seat, spreading his legs farther apart. She kneels between them, and Briggs folds his arms behind his head. “Take it out and get me hard while twister licks your pussy,” Briggs says.

Caitlyn’s eyes flash over him, but she does as he says, and I toss off my shirt, then jeans and boxers to lie down underneath her cunt, one hand on my thickening dick.

Dramatically moaning, she sloppily sucks him off as his breaths grow rapid and loud. When she shoves her pussy in my face, I stroke my tongue repeatedly up and down her slit, then suck on her clit while tugging on myself.

“That’s it, slut. Now, get up here and fuck me. Get me off so our boy has something to eat.” He lifts his hips to pull down his jeans, then smacks his inner thighs to show her where to sit. Caitlyn settles her sopping cunt over him, and I roll over onto my stomach to get a better view. Briggs’s sack almost lands on my nose. “Get your face in there, twister. Stick your tongue in my ass.”

Fuck. He wants me to lick his asshole? I’ve licked Caitlyn’s before plenty of times, but this is different…

Stopping her bounces on his dick, Caitlyn snaps at me. “You heard him, Mason. Lick his ass like a good boy— Ouch!” She gasps as Briggs slaps her right cheek again, leaving a huge red handprint.

He eyes me, widening his muscular legs, while I aim my face for the deep cavern underneath his balls. Closing my eyes, I stick my tongue out and explore. There’s his taint. “Yes. Keep going,” he groans. Okay, okay. Um… it’s a bit hairy, but yeah. This is definitely a puckered hole. “Right there. Good boy. Fuck me with your tongue.”

Drawing it back in my mouth, I wet it, then plunge. Then do it again. I suck on it, using my lips and then use my fingers to help spread him wider until my nose is tucked between his cheeks while my girlfriend rides his dick. Briggs’s pants get louder, more forceful. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come, Mason. Wait, wait.” His hand gathers my black hair and pulls me back as he holds Caitlyn in the air, his ripped biceps flexing as he does. God, he could crush me with those arms.

“Be a good boy and clean her pussy off my dick.” Removing his hand from my head, he holds his dick out by the base, and now that I’ve sucked him a few times, I don’t hesitate. Maybe I don’t want to tell anyone, but I like sucking him off. And that reality sets in as I greedily take him to the back of my throat, tasting all of Caitlyn’s residue until it’s just his flavor left. “Goddamn. You’re such a fucking good boy. Mason, look at daddy.”

Popping his dick out of my mouth, I lean around my girlfriend’s hip and gaze into his big blue eyes. His thumb strokes across my jaw tenderly. “Such a good fucking boy.” Then, his hand slaps me gently on the cheek. “I’m gonna come in your girlfriend and you’re gonna eat it. Okay? What do you say?”

Kneeling before him, this bull of a man, I know what I want. That tightness in my belly? That racing of my pulse? I want to please him.

More than Caitlyn.

“Yes, daddy.”

He settles her back on his thick, hard cock and thrusts hard into her, and I go back to sucking on his balls. Humming a moan as I stroke myself, I almost come when Briggs says, “I think I’m going to knock her up, Mason. Get her pregnant and you can raise it. How about that? If I impregnate the bitch and you have to raise our spawn? Would you like that?”

Would I? Yes. Yes, I would. “Mmm-hmm,” I mumble, with his big sack filling my open mouth. If he says anything else, I’m going to erupt in my hand. This beast is fucking my girlfriend, threatening to give her what I want to, but also says that he would trust me enough to raise his child. And maybe his kid would be better than mine.

“Fuck, yeah. I think I’ll get her all fat and round for you, while you rub her feet and I’ll just keep fucking her. All you can do is jerk in your little hand. Suck my ass, Mason. Suck it like a good boy.” Swallowing, I dive in between his firm cheeks again, my tongue poking inside his tight hole. He groans, then spurts inside Caitlyn as she wails in ecstasy. Moving quickly, I place my open mouth at the ready to taste everything of his.

When Briggs lifts Caitlyn off him, his cum drizzles from her pussy and straight past my lips. As I get the first drop, I come so hard, my vision blackens. Ravaging her pussy, I lick every bit clean while grasping myself through the orgasm, my own stickiness covering my hands.

Flopping onto my back on the plush rug, I heave air in and out of my lungs, trying to catch my breath. Even when Caitlyn stands and puts her dress back on, almost stepping on my face, I don’t move. Briggs only slides his jeans back on but doesn’t button them. He grabs his beer and sips more, turning off the music, switching it to the TV. Caitlyn slips on her heels, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

I can’t even move. How are they able to? That was an amazing nut. While my dick softens in my hand, I worry about what to do with all the junk all over my abs.

Caitlyn’s long legs step over my torso and she tilts her head as she stares down at me. “Are you coming?”

“Mason’s chill. He can finish his beer,” Briggs mumbles while leaning around her to view some football game.

She crosses her arms and taps her foot next to my ear. “I’m leaving.”

Briggs puts on a little smile and bats his long lashes. “Bye.”

With a scoff, she lets her toes drag over my bare chest, then slams his front door.

“Hey, twister? You can use my bathroom through there.” With his blonde head, he nods toward the bedroom.

“Thanks.”

Even his towels are fancy. They have little tassels on the ends and a monogrammed BD in gold stitching. Grabbing one off the shelf, I clean myself up and look around for a place to pitch it, but end up just tossing it on the floor. After dressing, I head back out to the living room, where Briggs is relaxed with two more beers standing next to our old ones. His chest still shines with a sheen of sweat from our earlier activities.

“Got you a fresh one,” he says, popping the tops off and handing me a cold bottle. Double-fisting, I chug on both and take a seat next to him.

“What’s the ‘D’ stand for?”

His eyebrows raise as he tilts his head and mutters, “Huh?”

“On your towels.”

“Oh. Dawson.”

Dawson… “Like Dawson Veterinary Clinic?”

The muscles in his neck tighten with a swallow. “Yeah. That was my dad’s.”

“Does he not own it anymore?”

Shaking his head, he downs his beer, and I do the same to both of mine. “Nope.” As he stands up, he says, “I’ll get you another one.”

My head is feeling fuzzy from losing all my cum and the alcohol, but I nod. When he returns, he also brings in a tray of nuts, cheese, fruit, even salami. All on a fancy wooden slab with a little knife. “Dig in.”

“You’ve got things together,” I mumble, taking some crackers with brie. Damn. It’s so good.

“Kind of have to be. Been on my own since I was seventeen.”

Almost choking on my food, I ask, “Oh? Huh. What happened?”

“Ah, my dad died from a sudden heart attack. I got his inheritance, but his business partner stole the veterinary clinic. It’s why I’m in school. Going to learn business and take it back. Been investing the capital to buy it out from him.”

Looking around at all his furnishings, I wonder if he bought them or if everything was his father’s. “What about your mother?”

“Oh, she got ill when I was young, so I don’t see her.”

My brow furrows, wondering what kind of illness would keep a kid away from their mom, when he says, “Mentally ill. She’s not well. Lives in a facility for the most part with people like her. When she’s not home free by choice.”

“Sorry to hear that. My mom has a home and is mentally unwell, too.” Finally, I admit it out loud. Maybe a different kind from what his mom has, but part of me understands. “You didn’t want to be a vet?”

“I did, but it would be faster and more economical if I just ran the business aspects. Hire the right kinds of vets.” Gathering up our bottles, he asks again, “Do you want another?”

By now, I’m kinda feeling things. “I won’t be able to drive home.”

“Nah, you can stay here on the couch, if you want. I got extra blankets and stuff.”

After a few more beers, we’re laughing at cat videos on the internet. Wiping back tears, he scoots off the couch with a little stumble, then goes to a closet. His arms are heavy with blankets and pillows that he lays out for me.

As he settles some on the cushions, he glances at me. “Man, I’m fucking tired. Heading to bed. You okay? Need anything?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, Briggs.” Maybe it’s how fucking wasted I am, but I stop him as he walks past his bedroom door frame. And even I don’t really know what I mean by the question, but I ask, “Do you like me?”

His broad back muscles twitch and he slowly pivots to face me. When he does, my stomach twists in a knot, wanting to stuff the words back in my mouth and swallow them. My breathing comes in halted pants in anticipation. With a pause and a clench of his jaw, he says, “Yeah, twister. I do. Goodnight.”

six

COURAGE IS OVERRATED

“Hey, yo. Mason! Get the fuck in here.”

Snorting awake, I rub a hand through my messy black strands as my head pounds, seeking any relief from how much we drank last night. My morning wood aches for some action, too.

“Fuck, twister. Now.”

I stumble to a stand, using my thumbs to clear my eyes, and wander over to Briggs, who stands buck naked, his long dick hanging between his thighs leaning against his bedroom door frame. He snaps his fingers and points to the bathroom.

“You left a mess in there, and you will clean it up. Get in there.”

Taking a big breath in, I wonder what it is I did. My feet are cold on the tiles as I spin, looking for something out of place. “My towel?” I ask, glancing up at him.

He blocks the doorway, and his corded chest expands rapidly with his panting breaths. His normally tanned skin is flaming red in his cheeks. “Yeah. The towel. You threw it on the ground. It goes in the hamper in the closet. Put it in.”

When I bend to pick it up, shaking my head that he could be so angry about a fucking cloth, a sharp pain makes me gasp. He spanked me. Briggs spanked my ass. “You know what? You disrespect my things when I let you stay… Get on your knees.”

My brow scrunches as I glance at his dick. It’s not hard. “Do you want me to put the towel away first, or⁠—”

“Kneel next to the toilet like daddy says. Now.”

Scratching my temple, I lower myself onto the thick rug near the toilet. In a couple of strides, he stands in front of me and raises the lid, then shoves my head over the bowl. “Open your mouth, Mason. Do it.”

“Huh?” But as I ask, he grips his dick and pisses. A warm yellow stream hits my face, some getting in my mouth. As I spit and yell, trying to pull him off my face, I kick with my legs, but he holds me down.

“Drink daddy’s piss, little boy. Show him how sorry you are. You deserve this.”

Instead of fighting, I succumb to him. His dominance, his prowess. I want to be Briggs. I want his cum inside me and his piss all over me. Some splashes, and I purse my lips, purging the salty water from my mouth into the toilet. Wiping my eyes so they don’t sting, I feel a cloth slap in my face, but it’s kind of crusty.

“Here’s your towel. Wipe off and get in the shower.”

After drying off, I open my eyes and Briggs’s taut abs constrict as he leans over me and turns on the water. “Rinse out your filthy mouth and clean up.” He hands me a toothbrush from his medicine cabinet and grabs a fresh towel from the closet while tossing my dirty one inside.

There’s toothpaste in his shower and his body soap smells like a man. Like something a lumberjack would probably wash with. Not like my fucking expensive cologne I stole from Xavier’s room a couple of years ago. While brushing my teeth, I toss some of his shampoo in my hair and start singing, my headache dampening.

The brush falls from my mouth as a big hand clasps my ass when Briggs’s giant body squeezes behind me. “Hand me the soap.”

Slapping him the bottle, I freeze when his thick arm reaches around me to grab it and his hard cock stabs me between the butt cheeks.

“I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have… You okay?” he asks while rubbing suds into his chest, his bare knuckles stroking my back.

“Uh… yeah. I don’t know. It was weird.”

Softly, almost in my ear, he says, “Hey…” Then places his big hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him under the rainfall hitting us. When he does, my hard dick touches the tip of his, and I involuntarily bend at the sensation. It’s too much and almost makes me fucking come all over him.

His finger catches under my chin and forces it to tilt up. Keeping my gaze on his lips, his tongue slips out for a second, then his mouth forms a firm line. Is he… is he leaning toward me right now?

“Briggs-y! Oh my god. What are you doing, Mason?!”

Both of us freeze and glance at the door, where Caitlyn steps inside dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl. With thigh-high knit stockings and pigtails.

One of her red-painted talons points at me as she says, “What is he still doing here, Briggs?”

“I had him spend the night. We had too many beers. Get the fuck in here, Caitlyn. Service my dick.” Gritting his teeth, he practically reaches out and pulls her inside while she’s still dressed, but she slaps his hands away.

“Give me a second, geez! You really need me, huh?” She giggles and flutters her lashes at him.

Once she gets naked, she wedges her little body in with us, but it’s crowded with Briggs’s broad back pressing me into the tiled wall. Caitlyn’s green eyes scan my body. “But why is he here? Like, in the shower? What were you two doing before I got here?”

“Our boy was about to get me ready for you. He likes taking my cock in his mouth now.” Glancing over his shoulder, his hand reaches behind, feeling for my thigh. Now that Caitlyn’s here, somehow my dick has shrunk. “Don’t you, twister?”

Dare I admit that out loud? That’s really nothing I want to say to anyone. I like sucking Briggs’s big dick. There. I said it. But clearing my throat, I shrug my shoulders and say, “Yeah.”

“Fuck my dick, bitch. Turn around.” He twirls her to face the showerhead and lines up, then thrusts inside. His ass hits my stomach every time he draws back.

Now that I’m clean, I really don’t know what to do. There isn’t enough space for me to fit in… and I’m getting soft just watching. That’s never happened before.

“Tell her how much you love sucking my cock when she’s not here, twister.”

Shit. I can’t do this. Caitlyn will tell Xavier, who’ll tell my mom. Who may even call my dad. It’ll be a thing. Like… gay Mason that’ll never give her grandkids.

So instead of answering, I jump out of the shower and towel off.

“Where are you going? Get back in here, Mason. Who’s going to clean her up after? Who’s going to raise my kid once I knock her up?”

“I never agreed to that, by the way,” she snaps at him, but Briggs slaps her ass and shoves in again.

“You two have fun.” Quickly, I find my clothes in the living room and toss them on, then head out. They can have each other. Piss and all.

He can continue being a brute, with his perfect life and blonde hair and muscles and tanned skin and probably stellar grades and a pregnant Caitlyn Watson.

All I need is to get accepted to Delta.

And get Sweetie back.

As I scurry across the parking lot, a familiar face gets into the car next to mine. Daric Wentworth sees me, then tries to sit inside his car quickly, but I yell out his name.

One hand on his steering wheel and the other on his car door, I run over and place my hands on my thighs, bending to speak with him, “Hey! Daric! How’s it going?”

“Fine, Locke. What’s up?”

“I haven’t gotten an invite. To pledge. Was just wondering⁠—”

His heavy sigh cuts me off. “Um, listen, man. I gotta be honest with you. We voted and no one said yes. I think, uh, try for Theta. With Xavier’s pull, I’m sure they’ll want you.” Finally, his brown eyes lift to look at me and hold all the sympathy I don’t want. “I’m sorry, man. Take care.”

He closes his door and pulls out of the space, and I watch him go.

No one said yes.

No one.

Fuck. I’m crying. I haven’t cried since I was a kid. Hurrying to my BMW before anyone sees Mason Locke with tears running down his cheeks in an apartment parking lot, I jump inside my car. Scooting down in my seat, I let it out. Sobs break my chest wide open as I weep, placing my hands on the steering wheel and pounding my forehead against them.

I think everyone is right about me. I’m useless. Can’t do anything right. Not even second best.

All I had was a bird. And now she’s gone.

Once I reach home, I toss open my window and lie down in my bed. Maybe she’ll come back for me.

Not sure why she should.

seven

FLYING MONKEYS UP MY BUTT

The window is clear, empty, and still. It’s time to get up and get some food. After spending the day lying on my side, watching and waiting, hoping Sweetie would come back, I’ve given up. And it’s now cold in here. And dark.

Easing off the bed, I search through my kitchen cabinets and find some Ramen noodles. When I dig around in my sweatpants for my phone, I can’t find it. Which probably means… I left it at Briggs’s place. I don’t want to see him or Caitlyn.

And I don’t want to think about why.

No, I do. Because it’s just another reminder that I can’t keep things. That I’m unwanted. Replaceable. Second best.

Like picking an old wound, I have to remind myself of the pain. So I don’t fall into thinking I deserve something more. Mason never wins and it’s stupid to think I would.

When I finish cooking my noodles and take them into the living area to sit in front of the TV, a knock at the door interrupts my first bite. A heavy breath leaves my chest. If it’s Caitlyn, I don’t even want to see her. But she rarely comes over here, so maybe it’s not.

Walking over slowly, I push the sleeves of my hoodie up my arms and look through the peephole. It’s Briggs. I try to ignore the flutters that erupt in my belly at the sight of him looking all tall, broad shouldered, and handsome. Perfect hair and skin. It’s irritating.

Opening the door with a deep breath, I stand in front of the path inside and cross my arms.

His slight smile drops at the sight of me, but he holds up my phone. “Hey! Um, you left this at my place. Caitlyn told me your address, and I told her I’d stop by to give it to you.”

Reaching across the divide, I grab it with a muttered, “Thanks.”

An awkward silence blankets us, and he peeks behind me. “Can I come in? Or do you have someone here?”

Briggs wants to come into my place? My dank, white, bare, immature space? God, he’ll probably never want to come back once he’s inside.

Taking a tentative step forward, his brow furrows. “Well… can I?”

“Um, yeah.”

As he brushes past me, his broad shoulder rubs against my chest. Oddly, at the tickling sensation, my dick twitches in my boxers. I stay frozen, holding the door until he turns around after giving a cursory glance at my living room.

“Was I interrupting something?” he asks cautiously.

“No.” I shut the door and point to the lone couch, and he follows me to it. Plopping down, I resume my meal and he sits next to me, his knee almost touching mine. “What’s up?” I ask while chewing.

Some of his blonde locks fall in his face as he twists to look at me, but he pushes them back with his palm. “Mason, I-I didn’t just want to drop off your phone. Uh…” Clearing his throat, he continues. “I wanted to apologize for this morning. Again, I asked if you were okay, but I shouldn’t have, um… did, you know, that… without talking to you first.” As if he’s getting off on the memory, he slyly adjusts himself in his jeans.

With a shrug, I tell him, “Was okay. I’m fine.”

“Oh. Alright. Fine… If you ever, um. Hmm. If you ever don’t want to do something, will you tell me? Like, maybe say red or something. And I’ll stop.”

A little snort surges through my nose. “You want me to use a safe word?”

“Yeah, I do.” His tone is solemn, mouth forming a tight line. That must mean he wants to keep doing whatever it is we’re doing. And just the thought of doing something again, of him so close to me and adjusting himself, makes the blood in my dick pulse harder.

Finishing my bowl, I push it back and lean against the cushions. He mimics my movement while still watching my face for an answer. Tossing his arms across the back of the couch, he raises his eyebrows.

My tongue escapes to wet my lips. “Okay. I’ll say red. Or stop. Or something. I’ll tell you.” As I lift my eyes and meet his gaze, it almost takes the breath out of me. He looks so serious, so sincere.

With a little nod, he breaks his eye contact and looks over to the open bedroom door. One eyebrow dips as he asks, “You have a bird?”

Sadness fills me, and it’s hard to say it, but I do. “I did.”

His fingers brush against the top of my shoulder gently. “What happened?”

“I was a fucking idiot and left the cage door open and the window, I think. Anyway, she flew away.”

“What kind of bird?”

“A canary.”

“Oh. Have you tried leaving the window open⁠—”

Rolling my eyes, I interrupt him. “Yes.”

Pausing for a moment, he studies my expression and carefully asks, “And setting its favorite food on the sill?”

“Her… but no. Huh.” Standing, I go to the kitchen and grab her seeds out of the cabinet. In a moment, Briggs follows and grabs an old banana and apple off the counter.

“Here. She’ll like these best. Got a cutting board?” Opening the cabinet above his head, I hand it to him. He grabs a knife from the block and starts cutting up the fruit into little pieces. “What’s her name?”

Leaning a hip against the door frame, I watch his forearms twitch as he chops up a little pile of dinner for my bird. “Sweetie.”

A flash of a smile comes across his face. “I like that.” Stacking all the pieces, he takes some of the seed and piles it on top, then looks at me. “We’ll get her back, Mason. Come on…” Passing me, he leads us into my bedroom.

Having such a brute force in here feels weird. Like I should have cleaned up and made it smell nice and done some push-ups first or something. At the windowsill, he lines up the fruit and seeds, then kneels by the window, scanning the night sky.

“She may not come back until morning… But hopefully this will work.” He glances up at me, and a weird zing ripples across my skin.

“Thanks, Briggs.”

“Yeah, no problem.” As if he’s going to stay all night waiting, he backs up and sits on my bed, his face still focused on something unseen outside. “It’s pretty cold with this window open, though. Chilly tonight.” Scooting his butt over, he makes some room, as if inviting me to sit without asking. I take the hint and do, keeping my head locked where he’s looking. “You’re from around here, right? Xavier’s cousin?”

My chest feels tight at the mention of Xavier. Maybe Briggs is trying to get close to him. “Yeah. Xavier’s my cousin… You want to hang out with him or something?”

Swiveling his head to me, he says, “No. No, I know Xavier. He’s in my classes. He’s cool and all, but… No, I like hanging with you.”

“You do?”

He tosses a hand behind his head, scratching his hair as he slowly says, “Mason, um, I⁠—”

A loud knock on the door makes his lips snap shut. We both stare at each other, frozen.

His broad chest rises rapidly when we hear a loud, “Maaaaaasooooonnnn!”

“Caitlyn,” I say, then mosey to the front door. When I catch some movement from my periphery, my pulse rate spikes, and Briggs moves back to the couch. Like we were doing something we shouldn’t be doing and he’s hiding it. Opening the door, she waltzes in and gives me a little peck on my cheek.

“Ugh! Where did you go this morning? Briggs is driving me crazy.” Her steps halt when she spots him, and he grimaces back. “Oh… He’s here.”

“Yeah, I left my phone at his place.” Closing the door, I wander into the living room where the two eye each other for a moment. This feels like I’m getting in the way of a new couple or am in the backseat of the car while my parents fight.

“Hey,” he says, then stretches back against the seat cushions. He’s obviously not going to leave. Caitlyn crosses her arms and gives him a nod.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping to use this.” Rifling through her bag, she pulls out a strap-on dildo.

Blowing out a breath through pursed lips, I eye it carefully. “Uh…”

She pats it into an open palm, smacking it loudly, and gives me a smile. “Thought we could have fun. I know you’re dying for mommy to stick it in your ass, little boy.”

Swallowing, I dart a glance to Briggs, whose blue eyes pierce my face. “Uh, yeah.” Does she mean with Briggs there? Or…

“Let’s go.” Briggs stands and slides an arm around her waist. She lets him and he guides her into my bedroom with a hand on the small of her back. Turning his head, he asks, “You coming, twister?”

Hurrying, I skip a couple of steps to catch up with them. Briggs twists Caitlyn around in front of him and latches onto her lips, but his eyes are still open and find me standing near the foot of the bed. Narrowing his lids, he slips his tongue in her mouth while gazing at me until my dick starts throbbing in my pants. When I reach a hand down to grasp it, Briggs’s eyes follow the motion and his shoulders tense. I stroke myself through the soft fabric a few times, watching him kiss her.

Caitlyn raises her hands to his pecs and shoves him back slightly. “Let me breathe!” She turns to grab the dildo, and he smacks her ass until she jumps and screams. “Ouch, Briggs! Too hard.”

Biting his lower lip, he nods to me. “Twister, let her suck you off. Get you ready for that little fake dick in your ass.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I think Caitlyn has sucked me off before. Maybe. Yeah, for sure, like twice. Tossing my clothes in the corner of the room with the rest of the pile, I trust fall onto my bed. Caitlyn rolls her eyes and climbs on top between my legs and gives me her sexiest look, then licks the head of my cock.

“Fuck, yeah.” Bending my arms behind my head, I settle in for a good show. Briggs undresses behind her and strokes his cock, monitoring us with some lingering heat in his eyes.

Walking around the bed, he climbs onto the mattress and kneels next to my head. His big dick sits in front of my lips, and I glance up at him. Instead of the stern daddy expression, he seems expectant and hopeful. Licking the tip, I get a taste of his pre-cum in my mouth and savor it. His head drops back as a groan rumbles through his chest. When I take him inside my wet mouth, his fingers find their way through my black hair, stroking it gently. Then his eyes latch onto mine.

“Okay, I wanted to peg you, not have you getting sucked all night,” Caitlyn says, sitting back. She suits up with the belts and attaches the dildo to it, and I reluctantly let go of Briggs’s dick as he slides behind her.

“No. More lube than that, Caitlyn. Here. Mason, you got any lube?” He holds out his palm while I open the nightstand drawer and toss him the bottle. Opening it, he coats her plastic cock, stroking the length while catching a glance at me. “There. That will be more comfortable. Now…” Squeezing some more liquid all over his hand, he clutches Caitlyn by the shoulder and has her step aside, then gets between my legs. “Spread your thighs more, little boy. Let daddy get that ass ready.”

Just the gruffness of his voice makes me shiver, but I obey. Opening my hips as wide as I can, I grab my knees and wet my bottom lip. My stomach does somersaults as Briggs sets one palm on my shin and the other dips to my tight hole. Twisting, he starts pushing one in while studying my face. “No, don’t hold your breath. Take a deep one and relax. Let me inside.”

I do, but close my eyes when he adds a second, only because it’s one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. When he adds a third, I squeal. “Wait… Oh my god. That… that… Yes. Keep going.” My chest tightens with every thrust of his fingers, and he leans over me, working me with his hand. Just when I think I’m going to come, he pulls out suddenly, and I whimper in frustration.

“My turn!” Caitlyn says, then lines up and guides the head of the dildo against my hole. It’s cold and hard but starts to feel better once she pushes inside. “You like mommy’s dick in your ass?” Shoving in more, she almost fills me, and I grab my cock, so I don’t spill everywhere. The sensation is too intense, but I want more.

“Yeah,” comes out on an exhale.

“Say it. Say how much you love your mommy’s dick in your ass.”

Moaning sounds I’ve never made before, I yell out, “I love dick in my ass!” Fuck, and I do. This is the best sensation I’ve ever had. Why had I not let her try before?

And just as the orgasm rises through my body, it stops as she pauses her movements.

Briggs gets behind her, and places his hands on her hips, then stuffs his cock inside her pussy. She yelps, but pushes back against him. “Keep fucking our boy,” he instructs her with his bass voice. Her breasts dangle near my face as she leans over me, working herself forward and back. Taking him fully and making me do the same.

Sliding around her hip, Briggs’s hand reaches down and grips my cock, and when he does, I know I can’t stop the eruption. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

His eyes meet mine as he thrusts inside of Caitlyn, and he works his hips and hand like she isn’t even there. It’s just him and I. “Come for me, little boy. I wanna see you come with this dick in your ass. Show me how much you love it.”

And I do. Arching my back, I yell so loud, the headboard rattles as I spurt all over his hand, throbbing in his tight embrace, hot cum falling over his fingers and onto my abs. Caitlyn follows with a moan, as does Briggs, his eyes not even shutting as they hold on to my face.

As he slips out of Caitlyn, I expect one of them to tell me to clean her up. But he just asks, “You got a bathroom around here?”

Leaning up on my elbows, I point. “Yeah, through there.”

Caitlyn pulls out of me and silently gets dressed.

My abs are covered in cum, and I’m a sticky mess, but all I can think about is doing it all over again. “Are you staying?” I ask her.

“No. I gotta go. Got class tomorrow. Don’t you go to class anymore?”

Falling back on the pillows, I ignore her. Hard steps echo through the hall until the front door slams. A cotton cloth hits my bare belly, making me jolt up to a sit.

“Got you a towel. She leave?” Briggs asks, his thick cock hanging heavy between his legs.

“Yeah.” Bending, he pulls on his boxer briefs and jeans.

I should ask him to stay. But all I ask is, “You leaving?”

When he pulls his sweater over his head, he pushes his hair back in place and pauses. As if it’s a chore, he answers me. “Uh, yeah.”

After I wipe myself off, he goes to the door, then drums on the frame with his fingers. “Um, you want to come over tomorrow afternoon and I’ll give you a book on canaries? It was my dad’s.”

My entire body relaxes as my heart soars. This morning, I was crying on my bed for an entirely different reason. Now, tears almost form in my eyes at his suggestion. “Yes. Yeah, I’ll definitely come over.”

His thick lips spread into a wide grin. “Okay, see you, Mason.” The way he says my name makes me want to memorize it to replay it later.

When I shut the door for the night, I slump against it, then squat until my ass hits the floor. My eyes squeeze closed as I rest my head back.

I think I’ve known it all along. It’s been there my whole life and now settles inside me until the wet drops escape out of the sides of my eyes and onto my cheeks. Sadness evades me, replaced with acceptance. Deep in my soul, I understand it now. Everything calms, and I feel quiet, assured.

I’m gay.

And I am so into Briggs.

eight

WHEN SOMEPLACE ELSE FEELS LIKE HOME

It’s not the cool wind that wakes me. Nor that I must have kicked off my blankets. Not even the fact I have to take such a big piss, my stomach aches. No, it’s bright and happy chirping right near my ear.

Peeking an eye open, I see her in all her glory. Dirty, but still yellow, cheerfully munching away on apple slices. Quietly, I slide off the bed with a giant smile tugging at my cheeks. I slowly shut the window behind her, and she hops back in her cage as if it’s where she wants to be.

“You came back! Welcome home.” I scoop up the rest of her treats and put them in her little dish before refilling her water. Her cage is still clean, and she follows me around the house. While I stand at the sink, she perches on my shoulder and pecks at my hair. Like… she missed me. My finger strokes her feathery back, and she takes a bath in the water dish before I can set it inside.

“Okay, use that, then. I’ll get you fresh stuff after you’re done.”

My heart warms until moisture heats my eyes. I missed her. All I can think is, I can’t wait to tell Briggs.

As soon as I get her settled back in her cage, making sure she’s not going to fly away again, I dress in a hurry and brush my teeth, then dart over to his place. When I reach the parking lot, I pause before getting out of the car.

Maybe it’s too early for him. Or, shit, what if he has a class? I should have texted or called.

Fuck it. I don’t care. I want to see him.

I consider going to get a haircut first as I brush my hair back from my face. My hoodie has mustard stains on it. And my sweatpants haven’t been washed in weeks. Sniffing my chest, I get a hint of body odor, but reach into the glove box and grab some old body spray and put that on first, then rush up to his door.

His hair is wet, and he wears a white towel around his waist when he throws open the door, but my favorite part of his outfit is the broad smile flashing some dimples when he sees me.

“Mason! Come in!” Stepping back, he lets me inside, and I half turn to apologize.

“Sorry, I should have texted or something…”

With a wave of his hand, he leads us to the sofa. “No, it’s good timing. I just got out of the shower.”

Oh… he thinks that is good timing? What does that mean?

“You have class today?” I ask.

“Yeah, just one, though, in about two hours. How about you?”

“Um, yeah. Later this afternoon.” Sitting back on the cushion, he plops next to me, and his big thighs part with his towel falling between them. His arm stretches across the back with the heat from his hand grazing the back of my neck. “I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened this morning. She came back! Sweetie came home! Thank you so much!”

The white teeth behind his lips shine as his smile grows broader. Dipping his arm around me, he pulls me in for a small half-hug and says, “That’s amazing, Mason! I’d like to meet her.”

My stomach does a flip as I lose my breath. “You would?”

A serious expression crosses his face, and he bites his bottom lip while staring at mine. Only two seconds of utter stillness fill the space between us until a volcano of passion erupts, and we’re on each other. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but my hands are in his hair and his around my neck and waist. Pulling me onto him, me tugging his face onto mine, then biting at each other’s lips until we forcefully combine.

When I slide onto his lap, my thighs surround his waist and his firm erection fits against mine. I whimper a moan as our tongues toy in one another’s mouths, battling some raging inferno of desire while writhing on him. I’ve never felt this way. There has never been a time that I had this much of a craving for someone.

And this is how I want all my kisses to be from now on.

Briggs kisses like he’s been holding something back and just released it. Or perhaps that’s how I’m doing it.

Maybe we both wanted each other.

His lips move from mine down to the front of my neck and suck on my Adam’s apple, then bite as my fingers dig into his rigid back muscles. “Oh, fuck.”

For a moment, he pauses. Those bright blue eyes dance up my face and settle a heated gaze there. “You’ll tell me red if I’m too rough, right?”

Nodding, I pant out the word, “Yes.”

Lifting his huge palms to my cheeks, he holds my head steady as he narrows his eyes. “Mason… I want you so fucking bad. My dick is throbbing to fuck your tight little hole. Wreck it. Destroy it for anyone else, and then fill it with my come.”

It feels as if my skin lights on fire at his words. Whimpering, I grip his hair tighter and say, “I want that, too.”

His tight shoulders relax as a half grin lifts the corner of his mouth. “Hell yeah. Be a good boy and get in my bed.”

As I slip off his lap, he smacks my ass hard, and I yelp.

I’m about to have gay sex. Like full on. It’s not as weird as I thought it would be. Because it’s Briggs, and I know what I want: for him to take me and make me his.

Some deep longing to learn everything about him, be near him, be like him has been in me since I first saw this god of a man. I thought it was jealousy, or intimidation, or irritation. No, I’ve got a huge crush on him. And him saying he wants me? That’s everything I need.

Someone wants me and he’s amazing.

In his room, I place my hands on my hips and stare at the bed. “How should I… Um, how…?”

He stands behind me, dropping his towel and tugging down my pants as I toss my hoodie in the corner. Firm biceps wrap around my waist as his mouth captures my neck until I arch my back into him. That huge thickness spreading my ass cheeks.

“Was it comfortable for you on your back the other day? With the dildo?”

Just thinking about the pleasure I had is enough to have my head nodding before my response comes out. “Oh yeah.”

Turning me by my shoulders, his brow furrows. “Then let’s try that. If it doesn’t work, or hurts, we’ll do something else. And Mason? I haven’t fucked without a condom until you and… Caitlyn.” He says the ‘C’ like it’s a cough. “So, I should probably use one, but I have been tested. Like, six weeks ago. I’m clean if you want to see the results.”

“I was, too. I mean, I was tested before Caitlyn and haven’t been with anyone else. I-I want you to fuck me without one.”

Taking in a huge inhale, his head falls back as he stares at the ceiling. I think he’s angry or something, but when he lowers his chin again, there’s a firestorm of fervor behind his eyes. It’s almost terrifying. “Then get on the bed, little boy, and let me fuck that ass rough and raw.”

I flop back onto the bed, and he follows on top of me with his arms swooping me into his embrace. His thick lips capture mine again as our hips meet, and every thrust pushes our solid erections together. Edging his hand between us, he gathers us in a firm grip. Our hot cocks rub against each other until my belly dips with anticipation of release.

“You’re gonna make me come, Briggs.”

A little chuckle escapes his mouth as he says, “What did you call me?” His fingers wrap tighter around my dick, squeezing it, which helps ease some of the urgency.

“Daddy… Daddy. Please.”

“Yes, little boy. What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me, please.”

He smirks. “I thought you’d never ask.” Scooting off me, he grabs the lube from his bedside table, but continues down between my legs. His nose edges against my taint and my thighs quake at the sensation. When his wet tongue swirls my asshole, I grip the tip of my dick to keep from exploding.

“Fuck, daddy. Yes. Please.”

Stroking myself slowly, I observe with wonder as this broad man rims me with his tongue. And he doesn’t even look disgusted. A smile creeps over his mouth as his eyes crawl up to my face.

With a chuckle, he sits up, dumping some lube into his palm. “Mm, tasty.”

Just as he did the day before, his fingers hasten to swirl me before plunging in, his blue eyes monitoring my expression carefully. Lying back on his pillows, I let that pleasure take over my body.

“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me, Mason. Watch me as I enter you.” Pulling his fingers out, the pressure is replaced by something more formidable. His thick cock head rests against me. As he lines up, his eyes lock onto mine. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Yes. Give it to me.” Holding my legs up higher, I grab onto the back of his neck, and he pushes in. At my wince, he stops.

“Give it a second. Hang on. You okay?”

I will myself to relax, swallowing. “Yeah. Keep going.” It would feel better if he were in more. As his hips thrust, I tense up again, and he pulls back. Dumping more lube on us, he continues this way, always checking with me.

“Mason, I’m inside you. I’m all the way in, baby. Look.”

My gaze trails down my abs, and I spot where we’re connected together, then lift my head to kiss him. Slowly, gently, he gives more of himself to me before dragging out. The ecstasy I felt the other day is nothing compared to this. “It feels so, so, so good.”

Leaning up on his arms, he hovers over me and smiles. “You want me to fuck you good?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Do it hard and fast. Use me.”

His fingers lace through my hair, and he unleashes. The breath gets knocked from my lungs with every rapid thrust of his hips inside me. Stretched to the max, my ass is completely filled with his thick dick. Every time he reaches deeper inside me, it strokes a spot that makes me leak onto my stomach. Way before it happens, I feel the orgasm rising within me, and then I explode. “Fuck me! Yes, daddy,” I think I say, but it’s hard to tell because my consciousness goes to another plane. I didn’t even think a body could feel this good.

“You like how daddy fucks you?” Briggs asks, even as cum shoots out of me, some landing in my open mouth. Before I can close it, his tongue is there, licking it off my tongue and lips. “Ugh, daddy loves fucking this tight hole, little boy. You’re such a good boy for letting daddy use you.” His hand smacks the side of my ass as he gives one last shove in and his hot cum expands me farther than I thought I could go. With a growl against my shoulder, he comes and his entire body twitches like he can’t contain himself inside his own skin any longer. My body absorbs his like it’s meant to be there.

Slipping out of me, the warm liquid oozes down to the bed, and he rolls to his side, facing me. His fingers slip through my hair, and for a long time, we just lie and look at each other. It feels safe and comfortable. He’s got a dark freckle on one temple and a little patch of white hair over one ear. His scent is all mine now. My sweat smells like his.

It’s crazy how some place other than your own can feel like home. I belong here.

“Hey. Are you okay? You want a shower, or…” The deep crackling bass of his voice interrupts our trance.

“You coming with me?”

That boyish smile lights up his face, but his alarm beeps on his phone. “Shit. I have class. You can stay. Do whatever you want. Make yourself at home. I got clothes in the dresser there, if you want, or…” When he sits up and heads to the bathroom, he pauses. “Are you gonna be here when I get back?”

“Do you want me to?”

His smile falters. “Either that, or I can meet you at your apartment after.”

I smile as I lean up on one elbow. “Yep. Meet me at my place.”

Raking his bottom lip under his front teeth, he tries to contain a smile. “Here, clean yourself up and I’ll meet you there in, like, two hours.” He tosses a towel at me, and I swipe up the leftovers of the best sex of my life. Maybe I should frame this cloth.

As we both dress, he says, “Um, when I come over, I want to talk about…Caitlyn.”

Oh, shit. I had basically forgotten her existence. A heaviness that had left me comes surging back. He probably wants her to be here next time. And now I feel like I have to keep her around just so I can be with Briggs.

As he walks me to the door, I consider my response carefully. “Okay, sure. Should she be here next time?” I ask it as a question, but I’m sure I know what he’s going to say.

“Well, I mean—” He pauses as he opens the door because the woman in question has her fist raised to knock on the other side. Briggs darts an expectant glance at me like I called her over.

“Briggs?!” She bursts into tears. Her little shoulders wave up and down as she lets out loud wails in between panting screams of sobs. “I’m pregnant.”

nine

THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN

Imade it. My ass is in the hard plastic seat, sore, and still feeling kinda like it wants to pucker in on itself, but here I am. A student. Taking notes and listening to the lecture. Anything to keep my mind from what I just left behind.

Not even bothering to listen to them discuss future plans together, I bolted. Do I regret Briggs?

Not for one single moment. He was eye opening in so many ways.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I check the board for scores from our last quiz. Not looking good. That’s okay… I can fix it.

“Hey!” Snagging her sweatshirt, I spot Kinsley nearby. She pauses her stride to look where my fingers are pinching the fabric.

“What’s up, Mason?”

“You’re really smart. And since G’s not here to help me, I was wondering if you could tutor me. It’s for my biology class.” I point at the door to show her. Her mouth quivers a bit as she pinches her lips together.

“Mason… are you, um, hitting on me? Because George⁠—”

Rolling my eyes, I puff out, “I’m gay. I just want to get an A. I know it’s pretty late, but I have an idea and I need help. I’m not stupid; I just need to focus better.”

When I glance up at her face, her brown eyes are wide. Oh. I guess I said it out loud. “I didn’t know you were gay. Sure, I’ll tutor you. Not because you’re gay, just because…” Trailing off, her cheeks turn pink.

Wow. That felt really fucking good to say. Shrugging one shoulder, I smile. “Thanks, Kins. I appreciate it.”

We exchange numbers and agree to meet up in a couple of days, but she gives me a bunch of assignments to do before. Not even bothering with scheduling an appointment, I head straight to my advisor’s office. Fortunately, he’s available.

“Can I help you?”

Taking a big breath in, I tell him, “My name’s Mason Locke, and I want to change my major. I’m a senior and I know it will take me a semester longer or so to graduate, but this is what I want.”

After that little meeting, I head straight to the barber’s on Main Street. He asks me what kind of cut, and I tell him something different. Because I am different.

While I sit in the chair, I text Xavier.

Me

I owe you.

Xavier

Took you long enough.

Me

?

Xavier

You think just because you parked the vette back strategically I wouldn’t notice the scratches?

Me

I’ll call the guy and get it fixed next week.

Xavier

Good man.

Me

Xav?

Xavier

?

Me

I’m gay.

Xav?

Xavier

Ok but you’re still paying for the car.

Smiling, I stuff my phone in my pocket, but it rings. It’s Xavier.

“Yeah?”

“Who is he?” His voice sounds gruff.

“What do you mean?”

A heavy sigh rings through, peaking the speaker. “Who’s the guy? I need to check him out.”

“No. You’re gonna be all weird about it and spy on him and it’s not like that. I mean…yeah. I was into someone. But he’s preoccupied now. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m gay.”

“Fine. I’ll find out on my own.” There’s a pause. “Mason?”

“Yeah?”

“If he’s not with you? He’s not good enough for you.” Tightening my lips together so I don’t shed the tears threatening my eyes, I hold my breath so long, he asks, “You there?”

I nod and the barber taps my shoulder to tell me to remain still, but I answer, “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Got you. And I’ll find out everything about him. If he hurts you? You tell me.”

“Love you, cous’.”

“Love you, too.”

It’s early afternoon and I have plenty of time to get tasks done. Heading back to my apartment, I straighten the place, take care of Sweetie’s needs, then gather up all my dirty clothes and toss them into a bag. My place does have a space for a washer and dryer, but I never bought them. So, I drive back to my mother’s house.

“Mason?” she asks as she peeks her head around the corner of the laundry room when I enter from the garage.

Maybe it’s all the years of pent-up anger toward her. For not caring about me and not loving who I am. But I barely heed her presence, stuffing clothes in the washer and say, “Hi, Mom. I’m gay.” She’s silent and still as I pour some liquid soap in. Finally, I turn to face her. “Just thought you should know.”

Her long fake lashes blink at me several times, as if trying to contemplate the words. Crossing my arms, I lean a hip against the cool metal of the machine.

“I know I’m a big disappointment to you already, and I’m sure you’ll have something awful to say about this. But honestly? You’re a disappointment to me, too. Don’t compare your son to everyone else. I’m me. I’m Mason. I’m not Xavier.”

Her eyes get puffy, and her throat constricts as she swallows. “Is that what you think? That I compare you?”

“Yes. Because you do. You have told me to be more like him. Well, I’m not. And I like men.”

“Mason… I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” There’s a long enough pause, I consider just leaving, when she says, “I’m just a little stunned here. I don’t know what to say.” She takes a step toward me, but the irritation in her lack of response annoys me further. I shouldn’t have expected a big change in her. But it still hurts.

“How about that you love me. That you accept me for being me. That you’ll support me, and I don’t have to do everything you think is best for me. I’ve grown up now, mother. I can take care of myself.”

Opening her plump lips to retort, her voice gets caught in her throat until she closes her mouth and straightens her shoulders. “Well, it certainly looks like it. You’re washing your clothes on your own and everything.” Reaching across the divide between us, she places a cold palm against my cheek. “I love you. And I do accept you. I just wish things didn’t have to be so hard for you.”

“They’d be a lot better if I had you supporting me.”

She wraps her little arms around my waist, and I hug her back, resting my chin on her brown hair. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll try.”

I just nod, reserving the talk for where my future is going for another day. “Okay, I will.” One shock to her system is enough for today, I suppose. Sitting at the kitchen table, she makes me a snack while I sit and study for Kinsley’s assignments. It’s easier now that I have a goal.

Instead of waiting for the right man to find me, I’m just going to become the best version of myself. That way, if he finds me, then I’ll be okay with or without him.

Briggs and Caitlyn can have a happy life together doing whatever they want. I don’t want her in my life and feel relieved I’m not the father of her baby.

Focusing on the words in front of me, I try to avoid the questions racing through my mind like, is Briggs happy now? He did say he wanted to knock her up. Was that his goal? Did he want her all along?

Will they get married, and will I have to see them together around town from now on?

Above all, I force myself not to feel the agony I know is coming tonight when I’m alone in my bed. All the dashed dreams that Briggs would be there beside me. Dreams of us living in his amazing apartment together, the fantasies of what I want for my future. It was a stupid idea.

Now, I’m more pragmatic. Time to stop living in delusions.

By the time my laundry is done, and I eat a polite dinner with Mother, it’s dark out and raining pretty heavily for winter. Shrugging on my coat, I load up my clean clothes and head back to my apartment. Rushing through the wetness, I try to get to my door quickly, so the clothes don’t get too soaked, but as I reach it, I stumble.

A large blonde man sits with his back and head against it, looking like he just lost his Sweetie.

Briggs slides up the panel and stands, then tries to grab my basket from me. “Let me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been here. Said I was coming after class. You ignored my texts?”

Licking my lips, I don’t respond. I had, not wanting to think about the pain of being second best again.

“Can I come in?” he asks with a nod toward the apartment.

I brush past him and unlock the door, leading the way inside. My hands shake slightly as I take the basket from him and shrug off my coat. He’s not even wearing one, but rubs his hands up and down his forearms like he’s cold.

“Hang on,” I tell him and dig out a fresh towel, then grab a blanket from the closet. Giving it the sniff test, it still smells fresh, so I hand it over to him.

“Thanks. Mind if I sit?” he asks, pointing to the couch.

Nodding, I refuse to relax, standing near the corner of the room. My stomach ties in knots, waiting for him to say something I don’t want to hear. “Well, congratulations.” The sarcasm is heavy in my words.

His blue eyes find my face and then my feet. “Oh. She’s a liar, Mason. She’s not pregnant.” Biting his bottom lip, he rubs his hair dry with the towel and sets it on the table in front of him.

That knot ties tighter, as if what he says next could give me eternal hope or damnation. “She’s not?”

The wrinkles on his sweatshirt flatten as his broad chest expands with a deep breath. “No. If you had hung around for two seconds, you would have heard that. But… I mean, you abandoned your girlfriend and left me to get her to confess.”

“She’s not my—” The sudden sharpness in his glare makes me stop. “Girlfriend.”

“Then why does she say she is? What has this whole thing been about? I thought I was just your bull, huh? Just the guy you let fuck your girlfriend and get off on it. Thought you’d just use me?”

Pointing to my chest, I rip out, “You were using me! You wanted Caitlyn!”

His brow furrows as he tosses his head to the side. “Are you fucking kidding me? I wanted you! Caitlyn’s… She’s not a nice person, Mason. She’s an absolute cunt to you. And you just let her. I’d treat you so much better. But I also never intended to make you cheat. And I’m sorry I did today, but I’m not sorry we were together.” He stands as I stay locked in place, frozen by the words he speaks. Briggs… is into me?

Placing a hand on either side of my head, he leans into my face until our noses almost touch. “I just wanted you so fucking bad. I couldn’t help myself. With your tight ass and kissable lips. Your need for destruction everywhere. You drive me fucking crazy, twister.”

“You want me?”

The heat of his breath hits my lips like fire as he chuckles. “Yes, I want you. Listen, I’ve been with guys before who weren’t, uh, out yet. And I get frustrated. So I thought I should leave you alone. Plus, Caitlyn was in the way. So I figured you were straight and didn’t want me in that way.”

With a hand at the back of his head, he scratches his hair and looks down, but I take my finger and lift his chin back up. “I’m not straight. And I don’t want Caitlyn. She was never really my girlfriend, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll call her right now and break it off.”

His chest rises and falls rapidly. The energy between us is palpable. Like he’s going to rip my ass a new hole as soon as I say go.

“Why did she say she was pregnant?” I ask.

“She was jealous because she knows that I want you and not her. And she wanted us apart. But I swear to god, Mason, if you don’t call her right now and cut things off? I’ll do it for you.”

His hand reaches up and grips my jaw. Brushing his stubble against my face, he says, “Because you’re mine.”

Without breaking eye contact, I slip my phone from my pocket and find her number, then call. She answers on the first ring in a flurry of rants. Ignoring her, I ask, “Caitlyn?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Caitlyn, listen to me. We’re done. I don’t want to see you again, okay?”

“Listen here, you⁠—”

Briggs hits the end call button, then tosses my phone on the sofa. Just as he turns back to me, his thick arms grip my waist and hoist me up against the wall. My legs wrap around him as he grinds on me, and his lips greet me in a tight embrace.

Breaking our kiss, he groans against my neck and asks, “Are you too sore?”

“N-no. Fuck me, daddy.” Dropping my legs, he undresses quickly, peeling off his layers of wet clothes, and I do the same. Just as I shirk off my hoodie, he gets on his knees and takes my hard dick in his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

I watch him as his eyes find mine, his strong hand stroking himself as he bends before me. Running my fingers through his hair, I follow his motions as he gives me the best blow job I’ve ever had. With a smug smile, he licks my tip, teasing it before suctioning the entire cock down his throat and working my shaft with his hot, wet mouth. My legs get weak, and I want to slide down, but the sensation is too good that I don’t want to miss a second.

One of his long fingers works itself under my balls, pressing on my taint until I gasp. Pulling back from my dick, he lifts up his arm and slips the finger inside my mouth.

“Suck,” he commands, and I swirl my tongue around it, then slurp it in between my lips.

He presses it back between my legs, then farther until it reaches my asshole, and I moan. But just as I think I’ll come, he pops my throbbing cock out of his mouth and gives me a smirk, raises up, and says, “Lube. Now.”

I shuffle past him and grab the bottle from my nightstand, but his hand stops me from returning to the living room. With a smack on my right butt cheek, he says, “Get on the bed on your stomach. Face down, ass up, little boy.”

This morning, I wasn’t nervous. Passion overtook me until I loosened up completely. But hearing him demand such a vulnerable position, I get a bit scared… and really turned on. This is exactly what I want with him.

“You want this big dick in your ass again? Greedy boy. Taking it twice today.”

“Yes. Give it to me.”

Kneeling behind me, he rubs the liquid all over my ass and warms me up with some fingers. “Press back against me, baby.”

Pushing on his hand, I control the rhythm I need until his fingers slide out and his dick edges against my entrance. This time, it’s not as harsh and my body relaxes back into his quicker than before.

“Ugh… that’s it. You’re so used to my cock in your ass now. It was made for your hole. Fuck yourself on me, Mason. Show me how much you want me.”

He stills and I ride him, bouncing my cheeks off his stomach and controlling the pace. My hard dick swings between my thighs until I grab it and tug. Running his palms over my back, then to the back of my neck, Briggs grips me there.

“Okay, let daddy take over. Good boy.”

Once I let go, everything washes over me. Briggs makes me his, branding me with his body until I hope he never lets go. I don’t want him to. As my fingers snake into the comforter, I cry through the pleasure that shreds my body into pieces. My cum sprays out all over the bed as he continues to rampage into me. His harsh spank on my ass, along with his gruff, “Good fucking boy. Such a good boy for daddy,” make me leak more. I didn’t think it was possible, but at the end of one journey toward ecstasy, he shoves in deeper, and my dick surges with ropes of cum all over again.

With a roar, his hips thrust firmly into my backside as he fills my ass for the second time today. Slipping out slowly, he falls to his side and pulls my back into his chest. Our skin sticks together through all the sweat. He kisses along my neck, puffing out breaths. “You okay? Too rough?”

Shaking my head, I let the afterglow dull my thoughts. “No. It was amazing.”

Briggs rests his chin on my shoulder and glances up toward the window. “Oh! Hey, sweetie! Nice to meet you. I’m gonna help my boyfriend take good care of you.”

I roll over to face him, brushing some blond locks from his forehead as he smiles. “What did you say?”

“I told you, you’re mine. And since you aren’t going to say it, that means you’re my boyfriend. I claimed that ass.”

“Yeah…okay. Boyfriend.” Scooting over until I get on top of him, I lean down and bite his bottom lip. “And daddy.”

“Fuck. Give me ten and we’ll go again.”

ten

HOME SWEET HOME

“Iswear to god, twister, if you left the dishes out—” Briggs stops his bitching when he enters the kitchen and sees it’s all cleaned up and I’ve already made dinner. “What are you doing?”

I slap his stomach with the dish towel, laughing. “Figured we’d celebrate.”

In two long strides, he wraps his arms around my waist, and we dance slowly in the middle of the room. “Yeah, I know, but I was going to make you dinner.”

With a shrug, I lift up on my toes to kiss him. “You had a long day. Besides, I’m nervous and I wanted to keep my hands busy until you got home.” Passing him one of the plates of spaghetti, practically the only thing I can cook, he takes it, then reaches behind me for the beer bottles.

Once we sit at the dining table, he takes a big bite and moans over how good he pretends it is. He’s the chef in our house, but I like to pitch in sometimes. Like when I’m about to find out if I made it into the vet tech program at Northview.

“Okay, open it. Go,” he says with a mouth full, chasing it down with a swig of beer. When I reach for my phone, he places his big hand on mine. “Hey, I love you no matter what. You know that, right? No matter what you do or don’t do in life, Mason, I love you.”

Warmth fills my belly. Briggs gives me all the confidence I need to reach for my dreams. Nodding, I smile. “Yeah, I do know. And I love you, too.”

Taking a big breath, I scroll to my email app and see the message from NU. Tears hit my eyes as I read aloud, “Welcome to the Veterinarian Technologist Bachelor of Science Program. Looks like we’re staying in Northview!”

Briggs jumps up and grabs my body into a firm embrace, kissing my neck as I clutch his. “Guess Dr. Smith at Dawson Veterinary Hospital will have a new tech soon.”

With some good lawyers Xavier gave us from Cardell Enterprises, Briggs was able to get his father’s clinic back. He’d just started finding new staff and things were going really well. He’d been working long hours on it, but was now at the point he could take a break. And I’ll have one before starting the program.

As soon as my lease on my old place was up, I officially moved in with Briggs. He’s very particular about cleaning and where everything goes. I don’t usually notice stuff until he gets upset, but I’ll take his punishments any day.

His chest heaves as he gazes at me with that fire behind his eyes. Like I’m about to get it. “Are you gonna call your mom and dad?”

“Yeah, I will after dinner.”

We sit back down to eat, but neither of us can stop our grins between bites. “I think Sweetie had something in her cage she wasn’t supposed to,” Briggs says with a wave of his fork at her in the living room. She enjoys looking out the bay window that overlooks the city street.

“Oh? What?”

He shrugs his big shoulders. “I don’t know. Just came home and saw something in there. Thought I’d inspect it after we ate.”

“I’m done. I’ll go see.” Sometimes she gets random things to make a nest. Mail, an errant leaf that may have followed us from outside… Twist ties from the bread never last in our place. Despite not finishing his dinner, Briggs pushes back from the table and follows me.

Peeking around while she gives me some happy chirps, I don’t see it, but when I open the cage and she flies out, I spot something shiny tied to her dish. Briggs’s large hand presses against my back as he edges up to stand behind me. My heart stops beating…

It’s a silver ring.

“Wh-where did she get something like that?” Scratching my head, I turn to question Briggs, who unties it.

When I face him, he drops to a knee right in front of me. My hands reach to my hair and tug. “Wait! What are you doing?” I can’t breathe.

His smile broadens as he laughs. “Mason, we’ve been together for a few years. I’m not letting you get away. I love you, despite how much your messiness makes me want to take you over my lap. I’m absolutely crazy for you. Will you marry me?”

My hands are at my mouth with the shock that overtakes me. I love this man. I just never thought about our future, but that’s me. Briggs always plans ahead. He’s got a ten-year strategy laid out in detail. I think about the next ten minutes. Maybe.

Dropping to the floor with him, I grip his neck and press my forehead to his. It’s been a while since I cried, but I do. Tears well up and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment to savor this. As if my heart bursts open with love, I tell him, “Of course. Yes! I want to marry you.”

His face reflects my same emotion as he slips the ring on my finger. “Perfect fit.”

“Well, I need to get you one, too.” Tackling him, I grip his waist with my thighs and grind on his dick with mine while embracing his lips in a warm kiss.

Breaking our kiss, Briggs says, “Ride me, twister. Take this fat cock in your ass like a good boy.” When he gives my butt a swat, I gasp. He knows how rough I like it.

Both of us shirk off clothes like it’s laundry day, and I sit on his waist, then lean forward and take a nipple in between my teeth, sucking in the way that makes him squeal this high-pitched sound I love. “Fuck, baby.”

His cock thickens underneath mine as our balls mesh together, hot and ready to go. Fortunately, the lube is right there on the coffee table from last night where we sat watching a movie and jerked each other before falling asleep. As I reach across to grab it, Briggs grips my thighs, so I don’t fall off him, and bites his bottom lip, giving me a large thrust so our dicks throb against each other.

Squeezing out a string of the liquid onto us, I grip both of our cocks and stroke them in my hand. My fiancé puts his arms behind his head and watches us together, both of our crowns oozing pre-cum and mixing with the lube.

“God, I love rubbing on you like this. But I want to breed that tight little asshole. Want daddy to put it in, baby?”

My cock jerks at his words. “Yes, daddy. Please.”

As he grips the base, I squat over him, edging myself down. I suck in a breath as his thickness presses against my puckered hole until I relax enough to let it ease in farther.

“Ride it, twister. Take it deep.” His hips jerk up, and I groan at the sensation of him filling me whole. One of his big palms slaps against my chest, and I take it and suck on his fingers as his eyes half shut.

Bouncing on his cock repeatedly, my own bobs between us until he grips it in one of his hands, then strokes me. “Fuck, daddy. You’re gonna make me come.”

“Spray me, baby. Get it all over me. I wanna bathe in your cum.”

I let my hips work over his and writhe on him, getting him to hit my spot. “Oh, shit. Here it comes.” There’s no holding back as the ecstasy hits my every nerve ending and I erupt all over him, everything spraying out of the tip and some even in his mouth.

He lets go of my dick while I melt into him. Gripping my hips, he works himself in and out of me rapidly until he sits up and lets go, our chests pressed tight together. His tongue does the same to my mouth as he fills me up.

Once we part, he breathes inside me and pants out, “I love you so much, twister.”

“I love you, Briggs. I can’t wait to be your husband.”

Kissing my lips sweetly, he lifts me off him and says, “Now, clean up this mess. I’ll take care of the dinner dishes.”

When I get up and bend to pick up our clothes, he spanks me hard, and I laugh while trying to dodge his next one.

“Yes, daddy.”

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