I've Got You, Bro

My eyes find Alex’s as my vision starts to go black. My eyes reflexively roll into the back of my head. Almost instinctually, I bring my leg up and it connects with Jack’s groin. With a groan, Jack’s grip lessens and Alex is able to pull him back. Jack trips over his own legs and we go crashing into the coffee table, which breaks under our weight. I’m finally able to break free of Jack and I roll off of him, then crawl to the island set between the kitchen and the living room.

I’m coughing, my hands at my throat, trying to breathe normally, but every breath tears at my throat as if the air I’m breathing is filled with glass. My ears are ringing, tears streaming down my face. I look through my tear-filled eyes to see Alex hunched next to me. He’s saying something, but I can’t make out the words.

Behind him, I notice Jack start to stir. Alex doesn’t see as Jack clambers to his knees and I can’t speak to warn him.

Alex must sense something because he turns and stands between me and his father. I can’t hear what they’re saying, the ringing in my ears is too loud and is joined by another sound, like blood rushing into my brain. But I can see when Jack lunges at Alex, grappling him as if to subdue him. I’m still too dazed to move, my head reeling from the alcohol and from being slammed into the wall.

Then, as if materializing from thin air, a police officer is standing in my living room, his weapon pointing at Jack.

The next couple of hours are a blur. Apparently, a neighbor had seen Jack kick in the door and called 9-1-1. Luckily, there was an officer in the area able to respond. They asked us a lot of questions about who Jack was, why he broke into our house. Paramedics had come and gone and determined I was okay, just shaken up. They warned me my throat was going to bruise and suggested using ice to aid in the healing.

At some point, my mother showed up and, when she hugged me, I didn’t resist. The first hug I’ve had from my mom in two years and it’s because her husband tried to murder me, which is fucking insane. Someone tried to murder me. I’m ashamed to say I buried my face in her shoulder and cried myself out.

Once the police and paramedics were gone, Alex, my mother, and I sat on the couch, surveying the destruction around us. My coffee table was absolutely destroyed and there was a crack in the wall from where Jack slammed my head into it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” my mother asks, looking from the wall to my head. “I’m so sorry, boys, I really didn’t think he’d have attacked you like that.”

I don’t say anything to her. In the aftermath of the attack, I was willing to let her comfort me, but I haven’t forgiven her for her two years of ignoring my existence. Alex is sitting sideways on the couch, his back against the armrest. I’m between his legs, laying on his chest. I don’t care that my mother is here, seeing us like this. She doesn’t seem to care either.

“Are you okay?” Zack asks me, repositioning the icepack on my neck.

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice coming out hoarse.

“Mom,” Alex says, “maybe you should get going so Zack can relax and recover.”

“Why can’t he do that with me here?” she asks, but I see understanding in her eyes when I glare at her. “Oh, you haven’t forgiven me yet. I forgot. Well, boys, call me if you need anything at all.” She reaches out and takes my hand. I let her, part of me still wanting to experience that comfort you can get from a mother’s touch.

She stands and starts to head for the door, but stops and turns back.

“I love you both,” she says, then walks away without another word.

The next couple of days are horrible. I’m out of work because my doctor doesn’t want me to deal with any unnecessary stress. The blue, purple, and green bruises on my neck are so distinct, you can tell where each of Jack’s fingers had dug into my flesh. By Saturday that week, my voice had returned to normal, although the bruises were still very fresh-looking. My doctor said they could take weeks to fade.

Alex and I haven’t slept together since before our fight. In the shock of Jack’s attack, neither of us have felt very sexy, to say the least.

My relationship with my mother is getting better. I still don’t know how I feel about it. She’s started texting me and checking in on me almost every day since Jack broke in. Even though it’s only been three days, she no longer flinches when Alex and I touch or kiss. Maybe Alex is right. Maybe she is coming around.

Currently, my mother isn’t here. Alex and I are working hard in the kitchen, getting ready for a housewarming party he’s throwing for his friends, and his friends only, plus me. This is actually a pretty big deal for me because ninety percent of his friends are nudists and the ten percent that aren’t are still going to be at the party and the dress code is simply nude. Although Alex assures me I can be clothed if I want, I want to join him. We’re not going to sleep with other people.

“Buffalo chicken dip, Crab Rangoon dip, finger sandwiches, popcorn in butter, cheese, and caramel flavors, beer, seltzers, cocktails,” I say, looking at the spread on the island. I look over to Alex, who is naked, of course, lounging on the couch and making a playlist for the party.

A knock sounds at the door. I walk to it and take a deep breath. I’m about to let a dozen people into my house and we’re all going to be naked, me included. We’ve constructed a small barrier around the front door so people walking along the street can’t peer in through the door at naked people as guests are entering or leaving the house. The door hasn’t been fixed yet, but we keep it shut with the chain lock. I haven’t left the house and don’t intend to until it’s fixed.

I open the door, using it to shield my naked body as I peer around it to see Adonis, fully clothed, with two women and another man.

“Hey, guys, welcome to the party!” I say. “You’re the first to arrive.”

They come in and move behind the barrier. We’ve set up a bookshelf where people can fold their clothes and store them.

Less than an hour later, there’s around eighteen naked people walking, dancing, and eating in my house, women and men alike.

“Hey,” Adonis says to me when we run into each other halfway through the party. I can’t stop my eyes from trailing down his body, but he’s a model for god’s sake. “I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I feel like I might have overstepped a boundary.”

“Don’t be,” I say. “I’m an adult, I made the decision. It was fun, truth be told, but Alex and I are together now, so…” I trail off with a shrug.

By all accounts, the party is a success. As people put their clothes back on and head out the door, smiles light up their faces. Alex and I stand in our living room, looking around at the mess.

“Should we get started cleaning up?” he asks.

“I have something better in mind,” I say with a sly grin. I reach out and grab his cock in my hand and start working it. In seconds, it starts to swell in my hand.

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asks. I see him glance at the bruises at my neck.

In answer, I drop to my knees and suck his hardening cock into my mouth. Once he’s fully erect, I pull his cock into my throat and cup his balls. A groan of pleasure escapes him as his head slides into my throat. He runs his hand through my hair as I slather his meat with spit.

“Fuuuuck, Zack,” he groans as I pull away from him. My mouth finds his sack and I suck one of his balls into my mouth, playing with it using my tongue. He looks down at me and makes eye contact, and I see love in his eyes.

I stand and we kiss, gentle, our hearts and souls connecting. He surprises me when he picks me up and my legs wrap around him instinctively. He carries me into his bedroom where he lays me on his bed, my ass at the edge. My already hard cock is lying flat against my stomach. Alex looks into my eyes as he trails his tongue up from the base of my cock, running it along the underside until he reaches the head. He lifts my cock and pulls it into his mouth.

A small gasp escapes me as he swallows me down and his lips wrap around the base of my cock. One of his fingers finds my hole and he teases the delicate skin as he sucks me down, his eyes never leaving mine. He lets my cock fall back out of his mouth, but I’m so hard, it stands at an angle. He reaches toward me and puts a finger in my mouth. I suck it, making sure to get as much saliva onto the digit as possible. Alex seems to enjoy it.

He pulls his finger away and slowly, gently, pushes it into my hole. It’s been days since anything has been in there and it’s obvious to me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Alex says appreciatively. I can tell he can’t wait to get his cock in there. Neither can I. He bends down and sucks one of my balls into his mouth as he twists his finger, finds my prostate, and starts to massage it. Pleasure ripples over my body, the spot where Alex presses the epicenter of an internal quake of ecstasy.

When he pulls his finger out, I almost moan for him to put it back in when I realize he’s reaching for the lube in his bedside table. He coats his fingers and my ass before sliding two into me. I can feel my hole stretching as his fingers settle in my ass, then find my prostate. Alex climbs up onto the bed and leans over to me, his fingers still on my prostate. He begins to massage, pressing into it with circular motions.

His lips find mine and it’s like there’s a feedback loop between us. I’m breathing hard, almost gasping as he works his magic. Without warning, he sneaks in a third finger, and I moan, making sure to keep myself relaxed so I don’t cause myself pain.

“Is this okay?” he asks, running he fingers of his other hand through my hair.

“Better than okay,” I say. It’s fucking amazing.

Alex smiles and, to my chagrin, pulls his fingers out of me. He moves to position himself above my head.

“Open up,” he says. I obey, tilting my head back and opening my mouth. He slides his cock into my throat and starts fucking it, then grabs my cock in his hand and starts working it with the lube. He doesn’t fuck my throat for long and I know it’s because he wants to be inside me.

“Fuck me,” I tell him when he pulls out. “Fuck me right now.”

“Yes, sir,” he says with a smirk. He moves to stand on the floor, grabs my legs, and pulls me so I’m slightly off the bed. He reaches down and positions his cock so it sits at my hole.

“Tell me if it hurts too much,” he says. I nod.

But it doesn’t hurt at all. When he slides in, it fits perfectly, like my ass was molded to his cock.

“Are you okay?” he asks, misinterpreting my gasp of pleasure.

“Better than okay,” I tell him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he says, beginning to thrust. I don’t think there’s a better feeling in the world than this. Alex fucks me, gently, his cock sliding in and out of my hole with even strokes. He bends over and kisses me, still fucking me. No…we aren’t fucking. We’re making love. He’s all gentle kisses and soft thrusts. He’s isn’t looking into my eyes. He’s looking through them. To my soul.

I gasp into his mouth, feeling like we’re one being. It’s been days for both of us, so neither of us last long. I don’t even have to touch my cock.

“I’m going to cum,” Alex says. I can only nod, swept up in this feeling. When he shoots inside me, it’s like a chain reaction. I feel the swelling orgasm inside me explode and I cum too, hot ropes of jizz spilling out of me, coating my stomach.

He doesn’t stop kissing me for a long time, and I don’t want him to, but eventually, he breaks away from me and we clean ourselves up, then lay down on Alex’s bed.

“Time to clean up from the party?” Alex asks.

I shake my head. “Let’s do it tomorrow.” I lay my head on Alex’s chest, his arm wrapped around me. It’s a perfect moment and I want it to last forever.