A little bit of fire
The sun shone through the open window, waking Cameron from his slumber. His massive body was planted face-first in the bed. A thin white sheet hung off his body, revealing his tight white boxer briefs. They clung to his muscled buttocks like a wet glove, leaving very little to the imagination. The knock at the bedroom door disturbed his slumber.
“Breakfast,” Ryan called from the hallway.
“Go away,” Cameron mumbled.
Ryan opened the bedroom door. He glanced around the room. He frowned. Even the room was a perfect example of Cameron’s masculine energy. He stomped across the bedroom floor, grabbed a pillow, and hit him across the back with it.
“Get up, you jerk!”
Cameron moaned. “Get out before I break your face, Ry.”
With a loud groan, he turned over in the bed. As he sat up, his mind reflected back on Marcus. There was something so thrilling about someone not fawning over him. He liked that Marcus wasn’t easily impressed with him. It gave him a passionate tingle that he couldn’t quite understand.
Cameron made his way down the stairs. The smell of bacon, coffee, toast, and eggs gave life to his empty stomach. He walked into the kitchen to find the family had already gathered around the breakfast bar. There was their loving mother, Carol, devoted father, Gilbert, and his three brothers, Eric, Taylor, and Ryan. Eric was one year younger than him. Taylor was born three years after Eric, and then three years after Taylor came Ryan.
“Cameron,” Carol joyfully said as she got up. “You’re home.”
“Got in last night,” he said as he hugged her.
“How long are you in town for this time?” Gilbert asked him as he took a sip of his morning coffee.
Cameron grabbed a piece of toast off Taylor’s plate. “Not sure yet.”
Taylor laughed and said, “There’s plenty of toast over there, you jerk.”
“Taylor, since you don’t have classes today,” his dad began. “Maybe you can give me a hand today. Someone moved into the old Pine family home. He’s got some business he wants to give me. Think you can go over and draw up a quote? The guy’s name is Marcus.”
“I can do it,” Cameron quickly said before Taylor could give an answer.
“You want to help dad do work?” Ryan asked.
He was completely suspicious of his older brother. Cameron had proved more times than any of them could count that he only cared about himself.
“Yes, Ry. Is that okay with you?” Cameron asked with a slight attitude.
“Totally fine with me,” he answered with a side-eye glance.
Cameron turned his attention toward Gilbert.
“Dad, I can do it. It’s not like I haven’t done it before. It’ll give me something to do, and Taylor can enjoy his day off from school.”
Gilbert studied both Cameron and Taylor.
Taylor shrugged.
“Okay. Guess it’s settled. Don’t disappoint me, Cameron,” Gill warned.
“Come on, Dad. Have I ever disappointed you?” Cameron asked sarcastically.
“That time you wrecked the car sophomore year,” Eric said as he shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth.
“Senior year, when you flooded the high school,” Taylor added.
“Those were special cases,” Cameron defended himself.
“Truth is truth,” Ryan added with a little snarkiness.
The two locked eyes from across the bar.
Marcus stood in the enormous living room. He sighed as he examined all the work he needed to do. There was a knock at the front door. He opened the door, and his mouth dropped when he saw Cameron. He was the last person he expected to see. For a moment, Marcus was just speechless. Those dark green eyes stole his voice and thoughts.
Cameron bit his bottom lip, and the brief spell was broken. Marcus snapped back to reality.
“You,” he said with visible disappointment.
Cameron flashed him a sexy smile. “Me.”
Marcus sighed, “Please don’t tell me you’re the contractor.”
“Fine. I won’t tell you I’m the contractor.” Cameron felt playful. “Sadly, if I don’t tell you, I can’t do my job, and you risk not having this place fixed properly.”
“Is there no one else? There have to be other contractors in the city.” Marcus rolled his eyes as he expressed himself.
“Sorry. This isn’t the big city. Small towns don’t need many contractors. I’ll just be on the porch swing till you make up your mind.”
Cameron walked away with a big smile on his face. Marcus couldn’t help but watch the man’s massive body sway as he walked away. His denim jeans hugged the curves of his perfect, tight ass. The muscles in his big, strong back flexed. Cameron was gorgeous sex, and he knew it.
The stud took a seat on the swing. He kicked off, making the swing move, and CRASH! The entire thing snapped and broke. Cameron quickly jumped up as his face turned red with embarrassment. Marcus laughed on the inside.
“Well, shit,” Cameron said in disbelief as he examined the damage.
“That’s coming out of your pocket. Add it to the list,” Marcus told him as he stepped back into the house.
“That was already broken before I sat on it,” he said as he followed Marcus inside. He didn’t dare wait for an invite. He had to seize the opportunity.
“Doesn’t matter, Hercules. You broke it,” Marcus said as he bent over to pick up a box.
“Hercules?”
Cameron stopped in his tracks. His eyes instantly became glued to Marcus’s backside. Those incredibly thick and round globes looked like two basketballs on legs. The grey basketball shorts Marcus was wearing were wedged deep in the valley of his buttocks. Cameron felt his cock stir a little as he admired the sight before his eyes.
Marcus carried the box across the room. The entire time, Cameron had his eyes on his bouncy ass. It moved like jelly as he walked. Desire burned deep inside Cam. His lust for Marcus was compounded by the fact that the man seemed to resist his charms at every turn.
Marcus placed the box down and turned around.
“Yes, Hercules. The half son of Zeus. Because clearly, you think you’re some sort of charming god among men. Curious, though, you always show off your lightning bolt?”
Cameron turned red along his chest and his cheeks. The look in Marcus’s eyes made the usually confident man feel something so out of the ordinary.
Cameron stammered, “Bolt? What-what-bolt?”
With a simple point of his finger, Marcus proved his point.
Cameron looked down and couldn’t help but smile and be proud of himself. His tight jeans did nothing to hide the raging erection that was snaking down the front of his thigh. It was long, thick, and meaty. It was an award-worthy erection.
He looked back up at Marcus.
It was obvious that Marcus liked what he was seeing.
Seductively, Cameron said, “Well, if you ever want to be struck by lightning…let me know.”
“I don’t get struck, I strike, and you can’t handle my strikes,” he said as he walked away from the stud.
Cameron ran behind him, “I think we outta test that theory. I’m sure you’ll find that I’m more than capable of handling it.”
Marcus shook his head, “Is this how my day with you is going to be? You spend the entire time trying to make love to me?”
“Who said anything about love?” Cameron moved into Marcus’s personal space, “I’d spend it fucking you. Making your tight little hole cream all over my cock. You’d fight it at first, and then after a while, you’d give up and give in. I’d give you the ride of your life.”
Cameron inched even closer to him. Marcus took a step back, and Cameron took a step forward. They kept that same song and dance until Marcus found himself up against the wall with nowhere left to go. Cameron smirked as he invaded the space in front of Marcus. The air was suddenly filled with Cameron’s musky scent.
Marcus gulped as Cameron’s body inched closer and closer. Each passing second felt like it stretched on for hours and hours. Cameron’s body finally made contact with Marcus’s body. Their eyes locked on one another as Cam wrapped his arm around Marcus’s back.
Cameron slowly snaked his hand down the young man’s back. His fingers traced along his spine and then over the top part of his ass. Marcus could only stand there as his breath became more ragged than before. His mouth hung open.
Cameron’s finger slid down the valley of Marcus’s perfect ass, and then he cuffed a handful of those chocolate ass cheeks. The touch made Marcus gasp for air.
“Cameron,” he panted. “I don’t. I don’t. This isn’t a good idea.” He could barely formulate the words.
“It feels good. You feel good in my hands,” the stud countered.
Cameron had never felt an ass so soft and powerful before. It was perfect in his hands. He wanted to hold it and mold it forever. If the touch was like that, he wondered what the inside of it was like. It had to be magic.
He pulled Marcus closer. Their cocks grazed gently. Both of them were fully erect, unable to deny the chemistry between them.
Cameron slightly rolled his hip, making their cock dance together. Their lips slowly inched together. Marcus could feel his heart racing. It was ready to burst through his chest. Cameron’s hand moved under the leg of Marcus’s shorts, and his thick hand came into contact with Marcus’s bare ass.
He positioned his fingers along the long crack. Just as he was about to kiss him and press his finger against that tight hole hidden between those two mounds, the phone rang!
Marcus quickly pushed Cameron away. He went into the living room to grab his phone. Cameron was left standing there with a painful erection. He placed his hands over his face and threw his head back. He wanted Marcus badly. He couldn’t explain it. He thought it was because Marcus played hard to get, but it had to be more than that.
“What does this dude have on me?” he thought to himself. He shouted out, “FUCK!”
Marcus walked back in. Cameron smiled when he saw the erection in the front of those tight shorts. That erection was just as gorgeous as Marcus himself. The sight turned Cameron on even more.
There was something so delicious about arousing someone. Cam lived for it.
“I’m going to find a contractor from another town,” Marcus informed him.
Cameron’s eyes widened, “Wait, what? Why?”
“Why?” he repeated. “Dude, we can’t work together if you’re going to try and fuck me every time you’re around.”
It was an excuse that Marcus hoped Cameron would buy and move on with.
“Is that such a bad thing that I find you desirable?” he asked from a place of shock and disappointment.
“Yes!”
“Why? It’s not like I’m ugly.”
“Oh, my God. I don’t care about your looks, Cameron. I’m not a vain person.”
“Then what? Some ass in the city screw you up? We got hard cocks here, and you’re just being flippant with me.”
“I’m married, you idiot!” It came out harsher than Marcus would have liked.
The room was quiet for several seconds as Cameron processed the information that he had just received. Marcus waited patiently for Cameron’s response. It wasn’t how he wanted to reveal the information, but things were moving faster than he had anticipated, and he needed to explain himself. He hoped that, in doing so, it would stop what he was feeling.
“Married?” Cameron repeated it. Hoping that if he repeated it, it would make it less true.
“Yes. I’m married. M-A-R-R-I-E-D!” Marcus spelled the word, further driving it home, trying to ease the conflicting feelings he was experiencing.
“I know how to spell,” Cameron shouted. “Look, my dad trusted me to come over here and get this quote. It’s his business, and he already thinks I’m a screw-up. I don’t want to mess up any more than I already have. Can I please just get him the quote? Afterwards, you’ll be working with him and him only.”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Okay.” He wanted to say no, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to ban Cameron from his life.
“Okay?” Cameron asked.
“Yeah,” he mumbled.
Cameron looked around. “I should get to work then, I guess.” He felt uneasy with everything.
As Cam walked past Marcus, their fingers grazed one another. They slightly turned their heads and looked at each other. Cameron wanted to taste Marcus’s lips so badly. It was the only thing he could think of.
Marcus felt so conflicted standing in front of Cameron for reasons he wasn’t quite ready to reveal.
Just as Cameron was about to walk away, Marcus grabbed hold of his arm. Cameron turned around, and the two kissed. Fireworks went off inside them as their lips touched. The kiss was anything but innocent.
Cameron had never in his life been kissed the way the man kissed him. Marcus pushed his tongue into Cam’s mouth.
It was wet.
Aggressive.
Passionate.
The world shuddered under their feet. Cameron’s knees nearly buckled. Marcus's thick tongue rolled around inside his mouth and across his tongue.
Cameron’s hands rubbed all over the man’s backside. After several minutes, the two slowly pulled away from each other.
They both stood there breathing hard. Cameron wanted more. Marcus stood baffled by his actions.
“Damn,” Cameron finally said. “That husband of yours is one lucky man, but if you ever kiss me like that again…I’m gonna fuck your soul away.”
“I should not have done that. I don’t know what came over me,” Marcus tried to explain and understand his own actions.
“Don’t apologize because when I finally fuck you, I don’t intend to apologize.”
Marcus swallowed so hard that Cameron heard it. “I thought you said if I kissed you again that you’d…”
“Fuck you…fuck your soul away,” Cameron finished the sentence.
Cam pressed his body against the man. His lips nearly touched Marcus’s earlobe. There was no fight nor restraint. There was just an enabling of things.
Cameron whispered. “We both know it's only a matter of time before you kiss me again, and when you do, I’m gonna devour you. You, chocolate little cock tease.”
Cameron adjusted his pants and walked out of the room.
Marcus exhaled and leaned back against the wall. He touched his lips, closed his eyes, and smiled because his body could already feel the fucking. And it felt good!
TO BE CONTINUED
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