(This story is a spin-off of “Bobby and the Cop” and “Bobby and the Jock”. You don’t have to read those stories first, but I recommended it.)
I stared up at the blue sky and watched the white cumulus clouds slowly drift by.
It was eerily silent.
Suddenly whistles and voices shouting assaulted my ears. The growing white noise of a crowd hissed in the background. An intense, searing pain ran through my leg.
“Bo? Can you hear me?”
I tried to focus on the voice, but the pain increased and overrode my senses. “FUCK!” I shouted as I struggled to remain conscious.
As I was carried off the field on a stretcher, I heard the crowd cheering, but I knew it was over. I heard the crack when he landed on my right leg. Even without looking down at my leg, I knew the broken bones were sticking out of my shin.
I knew I would never play again.
I went through six surgeries and spent months in the hospital. When I looked down at my right leg now, all I could see was the ugly scar that hid the titanium rod that was now my leg bone. At least the hair grew back and covered it up a little bit. At first, I had lots of visitors, both friends and teammates. As the months passed by, they came less and less and eventually stopped coming.
My little buddy Bobby surprised me and flew down to see me with his partner, Tony. I had a lot of people that I would call friends, but if I had to pick a best friend, I would have to say that it would be Bobby. He was the only person that I was ever completely honest with; the only person I could be myself with.
Tony gave me a heads up before they got there. He said they had been watching the game and when Bobby saw me get hit and saw the way my leg bent as the broken bone burst through my shin, he practically became hysterical. They replayed the clip over and over and Bobby ran out of the room in tears.
Standing beside my bed, Bobby looked the same as always. Over the seven years I’ve known him, he’s put on a little weight, so he’s not rail thin anymore. He looks good and healthy. He’s still a short little guy at 5’8″. He has black hair and brown eyes and still wears glasses.
His partner Tony is a big guy, tall and stocky, but muscular. Typical Italian looking dude. He wears his black hair in military style. Blue eyes. Really good looking. Insanely good looking. And a cop. Bastard. I would have hated him on principle, but he adores Bobby and treats him really good, so I just can’t hate the guy.
I saw that Bobby was looking at my leg. He was looking a little pale. I put on a smile for him, but I had a feeling that he saw right through it.
“I’m okay, little buddy,” I said.
I knocked on my leg and smiled again.
Bobby blinked back tears. “Okay, Bo. If you say so. We’re just worried about you.”
“What have the doctors said?” Tony asked me as he put his hand on Bobby’s back to comfort him.
“They said with the proper physical therapy, I should make a full recovery and be able to walk and run normally. It’s gonna take a lot of time and a lot of work.”
“That’s good, right?” Bobby asked, with a hopeful smile.
“Yeah. They also said I’d never play again.” I scoffed, and then added bitterly, “Five years…. I found out I was released on TV. A god damned ‘Sports Center’ crawl. I got the phone call right after, but still. Five years and what do I have to show for it?”
“I’m so sorry,” Bobby whispered.
I could see that Bobby was genuinely hurt because of my pain. He always wore his emotions on his sleeve and I couldn’t help but love him for it.
At one time, Bobby was mine. We met in college and I was his first. He loved me and I betrayed him. It is my biggest regret in life. That day when Daniel stepped into my room, I knew what he wanted and I did nothing to stop it. But I also wondered if I had thrown Daniel out and Bobby had stayed with me, how would things have turned out? Would I have just cheated on him with someone else later? How would Bobby have handled me hiding our relationship while I played pro? Only a small handful of my teammates knew that I was gay and I didn’t really advertise it.
When Bobby fell in love with Tony, I had to force myself to let him go. I think in the back of my mind, I always thought that Bobby and I would end up together. But the first time I saw Bobby and Tony together, I knew that would never happen. I don’t doubt that Bobby was in love with me in college, but he never looked at me the way he looks at Tony.
I let out a sigh. “What are you gonna do, right?”
“I know a physical therapist,” Tony said. “I could talk to him about you if you want.”
“Nah. The doctor’s hooked me up with a PT. I’ll be fine.”
Once I was finally out of the hospital and back home at my house in Atlanta, I started the physical therapy. It sucked.
My therapist Drew meant well, but looking back on it now, I know that I was taking out my frustrations on him because I wasn’t ready to get to work. I wanted to crawl into bed and hide and wallow in self-pity. I couldn’t do that with him coming over every day and wanting me to work out. I was a total bastard to him, but he just took it. He finally pissed me off enough that I smacked him upside the head with one of my crutches. He finally had enough and quit, but not before royally cussing me out.
So now I was able to wallow in self-pity until the doctors forced another therapist on me. Mindy went the opposite approach. She apparently thought she was that bitch from ‘The Biggest Loser’ and spent every day getting in my face screaming at me. She only lasted a couple of weeks before I called her a fucking cunt and told her to get the fuck out of my house. After she left, I regretted just for a moment for being so nasty. But I had every right to be angry. My life as I knew it was over.
I don’t even remember the third guy’s name. He only lasted a few days before he got sick of my shit.
The fourth was a wimp. I walked all over Russell. After almost a month of no progress, he got pulled by the doctors.
So now I was stuck with my fifth therapist in as many months. When the doorbell rang, I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the front door. I opened the door to see a compact little dude standing on the porch.
“Hi,” he said with a chipper smile. “You must be Bo. I’m Darren.”
Darren was a short guy with nice muscle definition. He had dark hair and brown eyes. Not bad on the eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. “Come on in.”
Darren shut the door and followed me to my home gym. I tossed the crutches aside and stood there with my arms folded across my chest. Darren set his bag down and clapped his hands together.
“Okay, Bo. Why don’t we start with some stretches so we can see what we’re working with?”
I laid down on one of the mats and Darren moved between my legs. He took a hold of my bum leg and pushed it back until I grunted.
“That fucking hurts,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You should be a lot further along than this, Bo. Just relax your leg for me…”
He continued to pull and push my leg. His hand was on the inside of my thigh. I looked down at him. He was kind of cute the way his face was all serious as he concentrated on his work. I’ve always had a weakness for little dudes. I could see his biceps flexing as he worked my leg. He looked up at me through his long lashes. I hadn’t been laid in months. Not since before…. My cock started to stiffen in my shorts.
“I think with some hard work, we could really…”
His voice trailed off and I saw that he was looking up the leg of my shorts. He blushed and turned away. That only turned me on more.
“Sorry about that,” I said quietly, not really sorry one bit.
I squeezed and groped my dick, kneading the thick shaft through my shorts. He struggled to look away, but he kept cutting his eyes back at me.
“It’s been a while,” I added. “It’s got a mind of its own…”
“Bo. Stop that. It’s inappropriate.”
I lowered my voice to a husky growl. “Maybe I should take care of this first, then we can get to work.”
I pulled the leg of my shorts up and reached in and pulled my dick out. I had over seven inches of thick uncut meat. I heard Darren’s soft gasp and I knew that I had him. I gripped it with my fist and glided my skin back and forth over the head.
“How ’bout you help me out, buddy?” I husked.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “I’ll get fired.”
“No one will know.”
His hand trembled as he reached for me. He stopped and looked at me like he was scared. Cute.
“Go on, buddy,” I urged him, holding my dick by the base and wiggling it at him.
He took me in his hand and started stroking me. I leaned back and locked my fingers behind my head. Darren started stroking me with a purpose, sliding his hand up and down. I moved my hand behind his head and gave him a little nudge.
“Suck it for me,” I whispered.
Darren bent down and took my dick into his mouth. He slobbed all over my dick. He bobbed up and down my shaft while stroking it with his hand. All of his inhibitions were gone now.
“Yeah, you like that big fat dick?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm,” he moaned as he sucked me.
“A little faster… yeah, just like that… oh, fuck…”
He kept up the fast pace, stroking, bobbing and sucking. It only took a few minutes before he got me there.
“I’m getting close… don’t stop… I’m gonna come in your mouth… Oh, fuck yeah…”
I thrust up into Darren’s mouth and grunted. “Unh! Fuck, I’m coming now!”
Darren coughed as my first blast of come jetted with full force into his throat. He backed off, but kept sucking the head and stroking the shaft. Once I finished blowing a huge load into his mouth, he licked me all over, cleaning up every drop.
“Thanks. That was pretty good, buddy,” I said.
I let out a breath and stuffed my wet dick back into my shorts.
He grabbed a towel and wiped his hands and chin.
“Okay, let’s get started,” he said.
“Yeah… I don’t think this is gonna work out,” I said.
Darren frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can’t have a trainer who’s a bitch.”
His jaw dropped. “What?”
“You walk in here and you’re sucking my cock within thirty minutes. You’re a little bitch. It’s not gonna work. But listen, I won’t tell your boss about this little incident. Just tell them it didn’t work out. No hard feelings.”
Darren looked like he was pissed and about to burst into tears. He grabbed his bag and turned around. He stopped and looked back at me.
“You know what? Fuck you, Bo. I came here to help you. You’re not the first person to have to go through this. You’re a bitter piece of shit and if you don’t stop feeling sorry for yourself, you’re gonna end up in a wheelchair, living all alone and miserable, for the rest of your life.”
My face went red with anger. I balled my fists, telling him through gritted teeth, “Get the fuck out of my house.”
I grabbed my water bottle and threw it at him as hard as I could. He deflected it with his arm and it smacked against the wall and exploded in a shower of water. He shook his head slowly back and forth as he walked out.
“You little motherfucker!” I shouted after him. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
The front door slammed shut. I fell back down on the mat and slammed my fists down in frustration.
The god damned phone wouldn’t stop ringing. I pushed the covers off my head and grabbed the cordless handset off the nightstand and looked at the screen.
Shit. I haven’t talked to him in a couple of weeks. If I don’t talk to him, he’ll start to get worried. I sighed and pressed the talk button. “Hello?”
“Hi, Bo! It’s me. Bobby.”
“Hey, Bobbo,” I said, trying to sound cheery. “What’s going on, little buddy?”
I grabbed the bottle of painkillers from my nightstand and popped one and chased it down with the lukewarm glass of water there. I laid back and closed my eyes, waiting for the pounding in my leg to dissipate.
“Nothing,” Bobby said. “I just– Oh, wait. I didn’t even look at the time. I’m not interrupting your training session, am I? I’ll call you back.”
“No, you’re not interrupting. I was just taking a nap.”
“Oh, okay. When do you have your therapy today?”
Bobby was silent for a moment. “Bo, you fired another trainer, didn’t you?”
“He wasn’t working out.”
“What is that, five now?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I shrugged even though Bobby couldn’t see it.
Bobby sighed. “I guess it won’t do me any good to lecture you again, will it?”
I chuckled. “I’m fine, Bobby. I just need to rest for a few days. Then I’ll start my therapy again. I promise.”
Bobby was silent. He knew I was lying. I should have known better to lie to Bobby.
“You know what? Tony and I are going to his parents in New York for the Fourth of July. You should come.”
“Aw, no, that’s okay,” I said dismissively.
“Why not? Busy with physical therapy?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t really work for you, Bobby,” I chuckled.
Bobby changed tactics. “I would really like to see you. It’s been almost six months. Please.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Great! I can’t wait to tell Tony when he gets home. This is gonna be great. You’ll get to meet Tony’s family. They’re awesome. And I think you need a break with your friends. A little vacation will make you feel better, Bo.”
“Bobby, I said I’d think about it.”
“Okay. But don’t think too long. You need to make your flight reservations right away.”
“Would you like a wheelchair, sir?” the flight attendant asked.
“No, I’m fine. Just give me my crutches.”
“Are you sure? It’s not a bother.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
I got up from my seat and hobbled down the aisle. The flight attendant handed me the crutches. I knew the other passengers back in coach were annoyed having to wait behind me, but I didn’t give a fuck. Let them wait all fucking day.
It probably would have been easier to use the cane. A couple of my teammates pitched in and bought me a “gentleman’s cane”, they had called it. I hated that fucking thing. It made me feel old and useless. The crutches felt temporary. The cane felt permanent.
As I made my way down the jetway, I grumbled to myself, “This was a fucking mistake.”
Once I got through the gate door, I moved out of the way so that people could pass me.
One of the gate workers came up to me and put his hand on my back. “Mr. Matthews? I arranged a ride for you to baggage claim.”
“No problem. I’m a really big fan. It’s good to see you walking around.”
I glanced at the big guy’s name badge and tried to smile. “Thanks, Kurt. I appreciate that.”
“You’re welcome. If you don’t mind my saying so, my boyfriend is going to be so jealous that I got to meet you. He’s a little guy with a thing for bears. Obviously.” Kurt motioned to himself with his finger and I chuckled. With his big build and bearded face, Kurt was a typical bear.
“Here. Let me see that pen,” I said. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”
“Oh, wow. His name is Jeffy.”
I took the pen and notepad and wrote, “Jeffy- WOOF! Bo Matthews”
Kurt had a huge grin on his face as he read what I wrote. He took my hand, pumping it up and down vigorously. “Thank you so much. Jeffy’s going to shit himself.”
I laughed and leaned in and said quietly, “You might even get laid tonight.”
“Tonight? This’ll get me laid for years.”
I laughed as I got on the little golf cart. It felt nice to know that I had a couple of fans out there and that I could make them happy. My mood brightened considerably for the first time in a while.
I gave Kurt a wave and was whisked off to baggage claim. I thanked the driver and slipped him a tip.
I looked up and saw Bobby grinning and waving his arm at me, followed by Tony. I waved back and smiled.
Tony shook my hand and patted my shoulder. “I thought for a minute you might not come.”
Bobby shook his head. “No. I knew he’d come.” Bobby gave me a quick hug and I leaned on a crutch and patted his back.
We went to the baggage carousel and when my suitcase and bag came up, Tony grabbed them.
Tony looked at me, and hesitated for a moment. “You need help, bud?” he asked me.
“No, I’m good. I got pretty good at this.”
Tony and Bobby flanked me and they walked slowly with me as I crutched my way through the terminal. When we got to the curb, Tony set the suitcases down. “I’m gonna go get the truck. Wait here.”
Tony hurried off towards the parking deck, leaving Bobby and me standing on the sidewalk.
Bobby smiled at me. “I’m glad you decided to come, even though I can tell you’re not happy about it.”
“Yeah, well… I suppose it’s better than sitting at home. But it’s good to see you, little dude.”
I leaned on a crutch and ruffled Bobby’s hair.
“Thanks,” he said with a giggle and pushed my hand away. “It’s good to see you, too. You look like you’ve lost some weight.”
“A little,” I said as I patted my belly.
Bobby looked up at me and smiled. “You look really good.”
I’m a big guy, 6’3″ tall and built wide. Before leaving, I got a hair cut, so my dark brown hair was trimmed short. My beard was also trimmed short and neatly shaped up now, not wild and scraggly like last time Bobby saw me. I got big hands, big feet, big arms, big legs, a barrel chest and a slight belly. Since my injury, I’ve lost some weight and some of my muscles have gone a little soft underneath my extra padding.
“Well, we’re gonna have a relaxing week. It’ll be fun. You’ll see. It’ll be good for you, Bo.”
The little guy was so excited and seemed to be proud of himself. I gave Bobby a reassuring smile.
Tony pulled up in the rental SUV and jumped out and tossed my suitcase and bag into the back. I got into the back seat and we took off to his parents’ house in Brooklyn.
When we pulled up in front of the house, Tony grabbed my bags and we headed up the sidewalk. Before we even got to the door, an older Italian couple rushed outside. It could only be Tony’s parents. Tony’s mom practically scooped Bobby up and hugged him. She then pulled Tony in and hugged them both.
“Antonio and Little Bobby!” she exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, I missed the both of you.”
I couldn’t help but smile at ‘Little Bobby’. She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek, then smacked the back of Tony’s head.
“Ow, Ma!” Tony moaned as he rubbed his head. “What was that for?”
“You not coming home to visit.”
“Ma, we were just home for Christmas.”
Tony’s Dad then shook Tony’s hand and hugged him, then pulled Bobby in for a big bear hug.
I chuckled at their interaction. I already loved both of them for the way they obviously loved Bobby. His mom and step-dad disowned him after he came out and his brother doesn’t speak to him either. He doesn’t talk about it because it makes him emotional, but it’s nice to know that Tony’s parents treat him like he was their own kid. Bobby deserved that.
Tony’s mom was an attractive, curvy woman with long dark hair. His dad was a big bear of a guy. He looked a lot like Tony, but heavier. His thinning hair and his bushy beard were salt and peppered with gray.
“Ma, Dad, this is our friend Bo. Bo, these are my parents, Angelo and Maria Paolucci.”
Angelo shook my hand hard. “Good to meet you, Bo. I’m glad that you could join us. It’s a damn shame how they did you. You deserved better.”
“Welcome,” Maria said as she hugged me. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”
She then turned to Tony and told him, “Antonio, put his bag in your room. You and Little Bobby can use Big Bobby’s room.”
I followed Maria, Angelo and Bobby into the living room. Bobby took my crutches and I plopped down onto the sofa. After Tony put my bags away, he went back to the car and brought in his and Bobby’s bags and brought them upstairs. When he came in and joined us, he sat down on the couch next to Bobby. He put his arm around Bobby and Bobby automatically snuggled into him.
Angelo asked me about all of my surgeries. He was really curious, so I told him all of the gory details. Maria and Bobby were both a little squeamish at some of the description, but they were all more interested than I thought they’d be.
We talked for a while longer, and then I started to feel a bit tired. I stifled a yawn.
“Why don’t you go take a nap before dinner, Bo?” Maria offered.
“I hate to be a spoil sport, but that sounds really nice,” I said.
“Come on, buddy,” Tony said. “I’ll show you to your room.”
I pushed myself up from the couch and left the crutches. I gimpily followed Tony up the stairs to his bedroom, trying not to put any weight on my right leg. When I got to the top of the stairs, I wiped the sweat away from my forehead. I cursed that I left the crutches downstairs.
Tony opened the door. The small bedroom had two beds and was still decorated as if Tony was still in high school. The shelves above the desk had football trophies. There was a picture of Tony in his football uniform. Next to that was a picture of Tony in a Marine dress uniform. A picture on the other side of the shelf showed one of his brothers in a baseball uniform, posing with a bat, ready to swing.
“Here ya go, bud,” Tony said, motioning to one of the beds. “Make yourself at home. I’m gonna make sure the bathroom has towels and stuff.”
Bobby walked in with the crutches as Tony left. Tony leaned down and kissed him on the head as he passed.
Bobby leaned the crutches against the wall next to the door. “Just in case you need them,” he said. He looked around nervously, his eyes settling on Tony’s bed. “We got here just before you, so we didn’t, you know, sleep in the bed or… anything yet,” he said nervously.
I chuckled. “Good. Then I won’t have to burn the sheets. You and Tony really sleep on this little bed when you stay here?”
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Usually Tony’s older brother Bobby is here with his wife too.”
“Ah. So that’s why you’re ‘Little Bobby’ then.”
“Yeah. It cuts down on the confusion. All of Tony’s brothers are big like him. Except Dominic. You’ll meet Dom, A.J. and Bobby. Christina is out of town with her college roommate. And Angie lives in Michigan, so she won’t be coming.”
“Christ. How many of them are there?”
Bobby chuckled. “I know. But it’s just the five. Well, there’s also the spouses and kids, too.”
“Great,” I grumbled.
“Well, I’ll let you take a nap. The bathroom is across the hall, and if you need anything, just yell.”
“You’re welcome, Bo. I’m really glad you’re here.”
“C’mere, little buddy.”
I pulled Bobby to me and gave him a hug and kiss on the top of his head. I ruffled his hair and he smacked my hand away and laughed. He pulled the door closed as he left. I pulled the blankets back and I flopped onto the bed.
I tried to push aside the fact that Bobby and Tony had probably fucked in this same bed and closed my eyes. I was asleep in an instant.
I woke with a snort when the bedroom door opened.
“Sorry, man,” the man said. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
I sat up on my elbows. “No problem.”
I took a look at the guy. He was damn good looking with dark hair and blue eyes. He was obviously one of Tony’s brothers. He wasn’t as tall as Tony and his dad. He was built smaller, but he looked very fit. He definitely worked out. I figured he maybe took after his mother instead of his father size-wise.
He tossed his suitcase on the other bed.
“You must be the famous Bo Matthews,” he said. “I’m Dominic Paolucci. Call me Dom.”
“Good to meet you, Dom.”
He walked over to the bed and we shook hands. His hand was warm and his face was friendly. I felt a current run between our hands as I stared into his eyes. He quickly pulled his hand away, then moved over to his bed and sat down. I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
“Are Tony and Bobby staying in the girls’ room or Bobby’s room?” he asked, diverting his eyes away from mine.
“They’re in the other Bobby’s room. So you’re stuck with me. I’ll try not to snore too loud,” I said trying to make a lame joke.
“Eh. I can sleep through anything. So, how’s your leg?” I shrugged. His eyes moved down to my leg, seeking out the scar. “Tony says you’re still using crutches.”
“I’m working on it,” I grumbled, not wanting to talk about it and hoping that he’d get the hint.
“Yeah? You’ve gone through a couple of different physical therapists, I hear. I know some people in Atlanta. I can hook you up with a good P.T. if you want.”
I narrowed my eyes at Dom, and regarded him suspiciously. “Why?”
Dom shrugged. “I know some people. I’m a physical therapist myself. In Dallas. I work primarily with sports injuries and I know some people that can help you.”
I sighed. “Why do I feel like I’ve been set up?”
“I don’t know anything about a set up. Tony just mentioned you’ve had a hard time finding a good therapist that you get along with.”
“I gotta piss,” I muttered.
I pushed myself out of bed and went across the hall and took a leak. After I washed my hands, I hobbled back to Tony’s room. Dom was still sitting on his bed. I had hoped that he would have left.
I shut the door behind me and sat on my bed.
“When did you have your last surgery?” Dom asked.
Jesus. We’re still on this? “About six months ago,” I said grumpily.
He looked at my leg and frowned. “Listen, Bo. Let me give you a couple of names. You shouldn’t be limping like you are. You’re not even putting weight on your leg yet. Whoever you got working for you might not be familiar with your type of injury.”
Dom pulled out his phone and flipped through his contacts. He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a couple of names and numbers.
“Drew is the best in the Southeast,” he said as he handed me the paper.
I cringed as I read the name. “Oh…. Yeah…. He was my first therapist. I kinda threw my crutch at his head. And he kinda didn’t like that.”
Dom covered his mouth and tried not to laugh.
I looked at the second name and let out a groan. “And I kinda burned my bridges with Mindy, too…”
He let himself laugh this time. “I hope you didn’t throw a crutch at her, too.”
“No. I called her… something not very nice.”
“Oookay. How many therapists have you had?”
“Wow,” he said with a head shake. “Lemme take a look at your leg.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
My body tensed up as Dom walked over to my bed and knelt down in front of me. He looked over the scar on my leg. He put his hands on my legs. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my leg straight to my balls. My very blue balls. Dom jerked his hands away.
He felt it too.
He returned his hands, strong and self-assured as he traced with his thumbs along the scars through the hair on my shin. All I could think about were those hands going higher, flipping that switch, making my dick stand up and take notice. Down boy. This is Tony’s little brother, not some random trick we can run through and kick to the side.
“They did nice work here,” Dom said quietly.
He lifted my leg up to straighten it until I winced from the pain. He repeated it a couple of times, then sat down on the bed next to me. He didn’t say anything and we sat in silence for a few moments.
“I’m not exactly easy to get along with these days,” I confessed quietly.
“It’s understandable,” he replied. “You’ve been through a lot.”
I scoffed, the anger rising. “What do you know about it? You have no idea.”
“You’re right. I don’t know. But I’ve worked with a lot of athletes like you, and I could see how they’ve felt at the time. But I have to say that I feel like I know you already from Bobby and Tony. And feeling sorry for yourself, or taking your anger out on someone trying to help you… The Bo Matthews that Bobby talks about? That’s not something that he would do. In fact, I’ve become a big fan of yours. Don’t tell any of my other clients.”
Dom gave me a wink and a smile. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath and counted to ten as I tried to keep from becoming emotional. Dom was right. He didn’t deserve for me to lash out at him.
Dom patted my leg. “I’ll let you get some rest.”
He got up and left and shut the door behind him. I laid back down, but wasn’t able to fall back asleep. My leg was throbbing a bit. I didn’t want to take another pain pill because I was trying to become less dependent on them.
I laid there for about an hour when there was a knock on the door. I sat up on my elbows. “Come in.”
Bobby peeped in and looked at me. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
I pushed up out of bed and followed Bobby down the stairs. I limped along to the dining room and sat down at the empty seat next to Dom. I avoided looking at Dom and instead focused on the food that Maria was piling onto the table. Damn, but it smelled good.
Before we ate, Angelo said grace and I couldn’t help but be touched when he mentioned me in his prayer.
Dinner was fantastic. It was the best home cooked meal I had eaten in years, and I made sure that Maria knew it.
“Ma’s the best cook there is,” Dom said. “And wait until dessert.”
“Crostata, like an Italian apple pie,” Maria said.
“I can’t wait,” I said with a smile.
“It’s so good,” Dom said with a grin. Tony and Bobby nodded in agreement.
Not only was the food good, but everything about the meal was great. Everyone was just talking and laughing and having a good time. I was used to quiet meals by myself. I realized it had been a really long time since I smiled and laughed as much as I did. At one point, I looked over at Bobby and he was grinning at me, clearly pleased that I was having a good time.
After I stuffed myself with dinner and dessert, I hobbled into the living room, following everyone else, and plopped onto the couch. Dom sat down next to me. “Hey. We can do some stretches if you want,” he offered.
“Nah. You’re on vacation. You’re not here to work.”
“I don’t mind. And you need it.”
I could tell everyone was looking at me and I felt like I was on the spot.
“All right, all right,” I agreed reluctantly. “I guess that’d be okay.”
Dom stood up and held out his hand and braced his foot against mine. I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up. I was impressed. He was stronger than he looked if he could pull my big ass up without much effort. I followed him to what looked like his dad’s office or study.
He spread out a blanket on the floor and I laid down on my back. He bent my leg at the knee and pushed it back towards my chest.
“Relax your leg. Breathe.”
Dom held the leg in position for a bit, then let me relax. He repeated this several times. I was well aware of his hands on my bare leg. He slipped one of them up the leg of my cargo shorts onto my thigh.
“Keep your back flat,” he said as he pressed a hand on my belly, while pushing and turning my thigh towards my other leg with his other hand.
He was just doing his job and there wasn’t anything sexual about it at all. But his touch was so warm. He was gentle, yet firm. And he was cute as fuck. His black hair hung over his forehead and he looked up at me through his lashes and smiled. My dick started to get hard. I tried to think of anything I could to make it go down. I hoped that he wouldn’t notice it, but there was no way he could miss it. The outline of my cock in my shorts was very obvious. Not that I’m bragging. (Okay, maybe a little.)
Dom nervously cleared his throat and jerked his hands away. “I guess that’s enough for now,” he said quietly.
He then got up and quickly left the room.
Shit. I laid back and let out a sigh. I waited a few minutes for my problem to die down, then I pushed myself up to my feet. I put the blanket back on the small sofa, and then limped back to the living room. Everyone looked up at me and Bobby smiled and asked, “How were your stretches?”
“Fine,” I muttered and sat down on the couch next to Tony.
Later, I was starting to doze off on the couch, so I wished everyone a goodnight and hobbled up the stairs. I got ready for bed, popped a pain pill to get through the night, and then stripped down to my boxers and crawled into bed, covering myself with the sheet.
Dom entered the room a bit later, trying to be quiet. I watched him undress in the moonlight, stripping down to his boxer briefs. I could see the silhouette of his body, with muscular curves in all the right places. He crawled into bed and turned over with his back to me.
“Good night, Dom,” I said quietly.
A few seconds passed and then he replied quietly, “Night, Bo.”
I woke sometime in the middle of the night. It was quiet. Too quiet. I heard a sharp breath and a pant. I looked over to the other bed. Dom was on his back. I could barely see him in the light from the street, but I could see what he was doing. His right hand was underneath the sheet. The rising and falling of the tent told me that he was jerking off. His left hand appeared to be touching his nipple. My own cock throbbed and ached as I listened to the quiet slicking sounds and the soft pants that fell from his parted lips.
I reached into my boxers and squeezed the base of my shaft. I wondered if Dom was fantasizing about me. Did seeing my hard-on get him excited?
I wanted to stroke so fucking bad, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want him to know that I was awake.
Dom’s breathing hitched and his body shuddered and I watched him come down from his orgasm. He looked over my way and I shut my eyes. I heard his sheets shuffling and his bed creaking. I opened my eyes to see him quietly sneaking out of the bedroom.
As soon as he shut the door, I threw the sheet back and pushed my boxers down. I grabbed my cock and stroked it fast and hard. After watching Dom, there was no way this wouldn’t take but a few strokes. With a grunt, I shot a huge load all over my chest and stomach. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. That was fucking intense.
I grabbed a t-shirt and wiped my chest and hand. I wadded the shirt up and dropped it onto the floor. I had the sheet pulled up before Dom snuck back into the room.
I woke the next morning when Dom entered the room and shut the door behind him. He was wearing a tank top and running shorts, both soaked with sweat. He rubbed a towel around his head, drying off his damp hair. The fine dark hairs on his chest were matted down with sweat.
“Hey,” I groaned hoarsely.
“Good morning,” he said. “I just got back from a run. It’s gonna be a hot one today.”
I tossed the sheet off me and stood up and stretched. I saw Dom’s eyes looking at my body; my hairy chest and belly, then down lower. He quickly turned away and began fumbling in his suitcase. I looked down and saw that my morning wood was tenting out my boxers in a completely obscene way. I let out a quiet chuckle and grabbed a pair of shorts and tugged them on. I pulled on a wife beater and grabbed my toilet bag. I went across the hall to the bathroom and did my business and brushed my teeth.
When I exited the bathroom, Dom was waiting in the hallway with a change of clothes. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. He was more than a little uptight, but I knew without a doubt that he was attracted to me. I smiled to myself and returned to our room. I got dressed and then headed downstairs and found Bobby and Tony in the kitchen.
“Hey, y’all,” I said.
“Good morning,” Bobby said with a happy smile.
“Mornin’,” Tony offered as he sipped a mug of coffee. “Want some coffee?”
“Yeah. I’d love a cup.”
Tony poured me a mug of coffee and I took a sip and leaned back against the counter. When Tony excused himself to use the bathroom, I motioned Bobby to come closer.
“What’s the deal with Dom?” I asked quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean is he single?” I whispered.
“No, he’s not dating anyone that I know. Why? Do you like him?” Bobby asked with a little grin.
“I’m not sure. I don’t know if I want to kick his ass or fuck it.”
Bobby blushed and stammered. “Oh… Uh… Okay…”
I smiled. Bobby was always so embarrassed to talk about sex, even though I knew from first-hand experience that he loved it. “I assume he’s gay?”
“I guess,” Bobby said quietly with a shrug. “Tony says he’s bi. He lived with his college roommate for a long time. Dom didn’t talk about it, but Tony said everyone knew. You know, that they were… Then he dated a girl and it seemed serious, but they broke up. That was a few years ago, I guess. I don’t know. That was all before I met him. Dom and I never talk about relationships or anything. He seems private about that kind of thing.”
Dom and Tony stepped into the kitchen. I watched Dom grab a big glass and fill it with water. He drank it down quickly, filled it again and slowly sipped on it. His eyes moved up and down my body. “Go upstairs and change into your gym clothes.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“We’re going to the gym.”
“Cool,” Tony said. “We’ll come with.”
Bobby let out a groan and pouted. “Do we have to?”
“I thought you liked to watch me work out.”
Bobby’s cheeks turned bright red as he whispered, “When we’re at home.” He turned so that I couldn’t see his face and whispered, “In private.”
“Oh, so I have to wear more than just a jockstrap?” Tony asked with a mischievous grin.
“You better,” Bobby muttered as he went upstairs to get changed.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked with my arms folded across my chest, trying to look as menacing as I could.
“No,” Dom said, matching my pose. “I’m not.”
“I ain’t doing no fucking leg presses,” I growled.
“We’re not leaving until you at least try. So, stop being a bitch and get on the damned machine.”
I looked up and saw that Bobby and Tony were watching while trying not to look like they were watching. I turned back to Dom and glared right back. Well, well. It seems maybe Dom is a little more dom and a little less sub than I thought. I’m not going to lie, I liked the fact the Dom wasnâ€™t easily intimidated by me. He pushed back. I wanted to explore pushing him to his limits, swinging from my dick or maybe him taking what he wanted from me. I wanted to claim that cute, compact Italian package and put my stamp on it.
Still standing there with his arms folded across his chest, he raised an eyebrow.
“Fine,” I muttered, being the one to back down first. This time.
Dom helped me onto the sled and set the weights. “Use both legs, not just your left,” he said. “You can do this. I won’t let you get hurt.”
By the time I finished the reps, my legs felt like they were on fire. I pushed myself hard. And maybe I was trying to show off a little bit for Dom.
“Don’t you feel better?” Dom asked. “Like you accomplished something?”
“No,” I mumbled. “I can’t even fucking walk now.”
I swiped at my sweat-soaked forehead with my arm and glanced at Dom. He was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face. I didn’t want to admit it, but I did feel a little better. Sure I hurt like hell, but I really did accomplish something. Something that no one had been able to get me to do.
“You need help?” he asked as he held out his hand.
“No, I can do it myself,” I said as I pushed the hand away.
A smug grin appeared on his face. “Good.”
I pushed up with a huff and followed Dom to the next exercise in our circuit.
After we finished working out, I limped along to the shower. I was in pain, but I felt surprisingly good. In the locker room, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Dom. He kept his back to me, so I got a nice view of his tight little ass. He had a little patch of dark hair above his ass crack. His ass and his legs had a light dusting of the same hair. He was in excellent shape. He wasn’t built like a big tank like his brother, but he was defined and perfectly proportional. Luckily, I was too tired to pop a boner, but I stored away the visual for later recall.
As we were leaving the shower, I caught him peeking at my dick. He quickly looked away and the tips of his ears turned red. Oh, yeah. He liked what he saw. Fuck, I felt like a stud. I puffed out my chest and actually managed a swagger back to my locker.
When we got back to the house, Maria was in the middle of preparing lunch, toasted Italian hoagies. I was starved, as were the other guys. I dug into my sandwich with gusto.
“Mmm. This is good. Thanks,” I said as I pulled a string of melted cheese and popped it into my mouth.
“You’re welcome,” Maria said. “Eat. There’s more.”
“How was the workout?” Angelo asked.
“Good,” Tony said. “Show ’em your guns, Bobby.”
Bobby blushed and they both laughed as Bobby pushed Tony’s shoulder.
“Good workout,” I said. “Even though Dom tried to kill me.”
“It’s good for you,” Dom said. “Stop bitc– complaining.” He gave his mother a sheepish look for almost cussing at the table.
“Bo needs someone to push him,” Bobby said.
I threw Bobby a dirty look and he just threw me back a sly smile. The little brat.
But maybe he was right. Maybe I did need someone to really push me. Despite the pain, I felt good. Better than I had in a long time. I looked around the table at everyone’s happy faces, until I finally rested on Dom. His face was unreadable, but I gave him a friendly smile that I hope said ‘thanks.’ He nodded at me and went back to eating his lunch.
That night before bed, Dom helped me with stretches. This time I was able to do it without getting a hard on, but it took some concentration.
For the next two days, Dom and I worked out and did stretches. We worked out twice a day and then did stretches in between. He kept a professional distance from me, but occasionally, I would see him look at me with a spark of desire in his eyes. I wasn’t nearly as subtle. I couldn’t help myself. Usually if I wanted something, I just went for it. I didn’t make any passes at him, but I openly ogled him and let him know that I liked what I saw.
On the Fourth, Tony and Dom’s brother A.J. and his family showed up for the family barbecue. AJ’s wife Caroline had her hands full chasing after three little hellions, plus caring for a baby girl.
A loud crash and a boy’s crying had her sighing deeply. She handed the baby to Tony and went to see what trouble her boys were causing.
Tony cradled the baby in his arms and Bobby walked up and tickled her chin. Tony and Bobby looked at each other lovingly and then Tony leaned down and kissed Bobby tenderly on the lips. While Bobby played with the baby in Tony’s arms, Tony leaned his forehead on Bobby. I could see that he was whispering into Bobby’s ear. They looked so good together with the baby and Bobby looked so happy. They looked like a family.
I felt a tightening in my chest. I suddenly felt like I was intruding on a private moment. I quickly turned away and left the room and went out onto the back deck.
I wanted what Bobby and Tony had together. I didn’t have anyone in my life. I didn’t even have a fucking job anymore to keep me company. All I had was a big, empty house and a fucked up leg. I squeezed the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. When the back door opened, I cleared my throat and straightened up.
A.J. stepped out onto the deck. “Finally some peace and quiet,” he said with a laugh.
“You got yourself a handful,” I said with a smile.
The oldest Paolucci brother rolled his yes. “Oh yeah. Love ’em all, though.”
He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and tapped it against his palm a couple times. He shook one out and then held out the pack to me. I hadn’t had a smoke in years. I took one along with the offered lighter. I lit it and inhaled deeply, then slowly blew out a gray stream. I felt my nerves relaxing instantly.
A.J. leaned against the rail with me. “What happened to you… It’s fucked up. Don’t know what I would do. It fucking sucks, man.”
“Thanks,” I said with a wry chuckle. I liked that he didn’t try to give me a pep talk.
“Dom says you been working out this week. Says you’re doing better.”
“Yeah?” I said casually. I liked that Dom was pleased enough with my work the past couple days that he’d mention it to his brother.
A.J. took a drag of his smoke and leaned back and exhaled.
“Don’t hurt him.”
I turned and looked at him, unsure if I heard right. “What?”
He turned and looked at me, his face very serious. “I seen the way you look at him when you don’t think anyone’s looking. And I’m telling you, don’t hurt him. He’s been through some shit the past year, and he’s… You hurt my little brother, and you won’t need to worry about learning to walk again.”
I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. “Understood.”
“Hey, son. Start the grill for me,” Angelo said as he peeked out the door.
A.J. tossed his butt over the side of the rail, then walked over to the gas grill. He opened the lid and turned the knobs. He pressed the button to start it, then adjusted the knobs and shut the lid.
I put out my cigarette and got rid of the butt. “Thanks for the smoke,” I said.
A.J. nodded and I went back inside.
I looked up as Dom was walking past me, on the way to the kitchen. “You want a beer or something?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Whatever you’re having.”
I plopped down onto the couch with a groan. Dom came back with two open bottles and handed me one, then sat down next to me.
“Have you been smoking?” he asked as he took a drink.
“Your brother offered,” I said with a shrug.
“Ah,” he said with a smile. “I quit a couple years ago. A.J. is always offering me smokes. He’s a bad influence.”
“Yeah. I quit when I was in college, when I was trying to get healthier and build some muscle.”
“How are feeling? Your leg okay?”
“Yeah. I feel pretty good actually.” I lifted my leg and held it a second and let it fall. I thought for a moment about how far I’d come in just a few days. I let out a sigh and quietly spoke, “I was a real bastard to those therapists. They didn’t deserve the way I treated them.”
“It’s normal that you’d be depressed,” he said, just as quiet. “But having friends and family helps, don’t you think? To help get through it? Bobby and Tony really care about you. They wanna help you. Don’t shut them out.”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s good to have friends who care.”
I gave him a smile to let him know that I put him in that category. He gave me a nice and friendly smile back.
I felt warm and fuzzy inside from the way he looked at me and my heart rate sped up. “So you live in Dallas, huh? How do you like it there?”
“I like it okay. I miss my folks, though, so I was really looking forward to this trip.”
“You ever do any therapy with the Cowboys?”
Dom’s face lost expression as he nodded. He took a drink of his beer and set it on the coffee table. “Gotta go to the bathroom,” he muttered and got up and left. I furrowed my brow and stared at Dom’s retreating back. Just when we had started to have a real conversation, he bolts.
I saw A.J.’s big form leaning in the doorway, scowling at me through narrowed eyes. He turned and followed his brother up the stairs.
Fuck. Why do I get the feeling like I did something wrong?
A little while later, A.J. came down the stairs followed by Dom. I gave Dom a look to ask if he was okay and he gave me a half-hearted smile in return. I decided to give him some space.
That evening the family wanted to go see the fireworks display. Even though my leg was sore from all the working out I had been doing, I decided to go along.
We headed towards the East River and staked out a spot. The second brother, Bobby, met us there with his wife and their toddler, a little dark-haired boy who looked just like the rest of the boys.
We set some thick quilts down on the grass and sat down. I sat with a groan and laid my crutches behind me. I rubbed below my knee a bit.
“Let me help you,” Dom said quietly. He moved up next to me and sat down on his heels. He began rubbing and massaging my leg. His soft, warm hands soothed my throbbing muscles and my body instantly relaxed.
“Feels good,” I whispered. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he whispered back. “Sorry for freaking out earlier. But… um… I know you like me. It’s just that, I’m not interested in you like that. Okay?”
“Ah… Okay… Wow…” I nodded my head slowly. “Honesty. That’s good. Can’t say I’ve ever been turned down like that before.”
Dom chuckled as he continued to massage my leg. “Yeah, right. I’m sure that even a charming stud like you strikes out from time to time.”
I grinned. “Oh, you think I’m charming, huh? And a stud, too?”
Dom had a little smile on his face and even in the fading sun, I could see his cheeks pink up. “That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“I think you have selective hearing.”
Dom chuckled and gave my leg one last squeeze and then moved to sit down next to me.
Tony and Bobby were sitting in front of me. Tony had his arm around Bobby, resting his hand on his waist. Bobby turned and looked back at me over his shoulder and his eyes moved between me and Dom. He grinned and turned back around. I rolled my eyes and toed his butt with my good foot. Without looking back, Tony’s hand slid down and pushed my foot away from his boyfriend’s butt.
Dom and I both laughed loudly at Tony’s possessive move. I looked at Dom and my eyes got caught in his. He was laughing and smiling and he looked so happy. His laughter died down and he stared back at me. I could see him trembling and he leaned his head in just a little closer…
Holy shit. He wanted me to kiss him.
As I moved in, he suddenly went rigid and turned his head away.
Damn. There goes that wall again.
He cleared his throat and then got up and went to help his brother wrangle in his boys.
I leaned back on my elbows and let out a deep breath.
Dom dragged my ass to work out again the following morning. Dom seemed fine and acted friendly. I put on a smile, but I was going out of my mind. I wanted him. I could feel the sexual tension between us and it was a struggle to not get hard when I looked at him.
But then he’d do something like squat down on his knees and rub my leg and then look up at me through his bangs. It was easy to imagine him taking my snake down his tight throat. Getting it nice and wet, choking on it just little bit with those lips clamped down tight… shit.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he asked, looking at me like I was an alien with two heads.
“Jesus, Dom. You’re on your knees in front of me, looking up at me with your face inches from my cock.”
“Oh, god!” He pulled his hands away from me like I was on fire. He rubbed his hands on his shorts. “Sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. I’m trying to keep it professional, but you’re making it hard. No pun intended.”
Dom let out a nervous laugh and his eyes darted down to my crotch. I knew damn well that he was attracted to me. I could see it in his eyes and all over his face. I just didn’t know how to break through the wall.
“Let’s just get back to work,” I said.
He raised his eyebrow. “Never thought I’d hear you say you wanted to workout.”
“Yeah. Well… It gives me something to do.”
“And it seems to be making a little difference,” I muttered.
Dom looked smug. “Mm-hmm.”
“Cut it out. Let’s do this.”
Despite the sexual tension, we started talking while we worked out. Dom opened up and we went beyond the boring small talk. I loved to listen to his voice as he told me about how much he loved what he did.
“I played baseball in high school. I wasn’t the best player, but I loved it. Since I didn’t make my college team, I decided to go into PT.”
“Bet your ass looked cute in your uniform.”
“Bo,” he warned. “Stop that. And pay attention to what you’re doing.”
“Anyway, I really do like therapy. I get to work with a lot of great guys. It’s really rewarding, you know? I like that I can help people. Sometimes I miss my family, though. I usually come home two or three times a year, whenever I can. See the folks and A.J. and his family. It’s even better when Tony comes, too. He comes home a lot more now that he has Bobby.”
“You’re close with your brothers?”
“I’m close with all my siblings, especially Tony since we shared a room growing up. He always looked out for me when we were younger. He always stood up for me. But I’m probably closest with A.J. now. We talk a lot on the phone. Gimme four more reps…”
Since Dom and I were leaving soon to go back to our respective homes, I worked out hard with him for the next two days. Even after just a week of workouts, I could tell a difference in the strength of my leg.
The night before I was flying out, I got ready for bed and sat down on the bed and stared down at my leg. I lifted it up until it was straight and held it for a minute. It throbbed in protest, but I actually held my leg out totally straight for a second. I repeated it a few more times and then relaxed it and began rubbing on it to soothe it.
Dom came in fresh from the shower. Like me, he was wearing a wife-beater and boxer shorts. I could smell his clean, slightly soapy scent from where I was sitting. He ran the towel through his hair one last time and tossed it into a laundry basket.
He caught me staring at him and he gave me a shy smile. He moved in front of me and I spread my legs slightly as he knelt down. He started rubbing my leg. God, I was addicted to his touch.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome,” he whispered back.
“I… I meant for everything,” I said, continuing to speak in soft tones. “Even after a week with you, my leg is killing me, but I can already tell that it’s getting stronger.”
“I was just doing my job.”
“Naw, it’s more than that. You care. The other guys either let me feel sorry for myself, or they grinned like idiots telling me that I was going to be back running in no time. You didn’t do that with me. You didn’t let me. So, thank you, Dom.”
My voice cracked and I cleared it. Shit. I must have got something caught in my eyes. It sure as hell wasn’t tears. I blinked a few times to clear the dirt or whatever it was.
Dom stopped rubbing my leg and looked at me with a bit of surprise on his face. His hands now rested on both of my thighs as he looked up at me.
“You’re welcome, Bo. I wanted to tell you, I made a call to Drew today. I think I’ve talked him into taking you back. I don’t want to lose the progress you’re making.”
“I appreciate that. I won’t let you down.”
“Don’t do it for me, Bo. Do it for yourself.”
“It’s hard to do it for myself, when you’re all I can think about.”
This time when I leaned in, Dom didn’t pull away. I brushed my lips against his. They were so soft and warm. He still didn’t back away, so I pressed into him again, deepening the kiss. I flicked the tip of my tongue along his lower lip. His mouth parted for me, allowing my tongue entry. He hesitated for a split second, then slid his tongue across mine. My cock surged to full bone as we kissed slow and deep.
I brought my hands to his freshly shaved face and held him gently as our kisses turned hungry and needy. Dom’s hands gripped my thighs tightly as he allowed me to ravage his mouth with my tongue.
I broke the kiss and Dom drew in a deep breath. His hands slid up my thighs and I groaned and thrust my hips forward. I ran my tongue along his jaw and then around the outside of his ear. “I want you, Dom,” I whispered. “Want you so fucking bad.”
Dom let out a little moan as I started to suck on his neck. “I want you, too,” he whispered.
His hands slid all the way up to my crotch. I groaned into his neck and sucked harder as his hands found my cock. His head dipped down and I moved my hands to his head. He pulled my boxers down and tossed them away. His tongue snaked out and licked at my nuts, then slid up the length of my cock.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he licked up the leaking precome. “So nice. So big and thick.”
“Fuck, baby,” I whispered.
He swirled his tongue around the head, then slid it under my foreskin. He wrapped his lips around the head and I flopped back onto the bed. His mouth was like heaven. So warm and soft. His tongue fluttered all over the bottom of my shaft as he slowly lowered his mouth onto me.
I gasped as he kept moving, not stopping until I was buried completely in his throat. He slid up and sucked hard, then plunged back down.
“Dom. Baby,” I quivered a warning, trying to stay quiet. “I’m close.”
He slid back up with a slurp, using his hand to pull and twist as he went. He bobbed up and down, his nose burying into my furry bush with each downstroke. His other hand tugged my nutsack, trying to hold off the inevitable.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I quietly hissed. “I’m coming now!”
I doubled over, gripping Dom’s head tightly as I fired a huge load into his hot sucking mouth. My cock pulsed, shooting and filling his mouth over and over. Dom moaned softly as he milked and swallowed every single drop I had to give.
I pulled Dom up to his feet and tugged his boxers down. His dick bounced up, smacking against his abs. I pulled my wife-beater off and Dom did the same.
“Lie down,” I whispered.
I scooted over and helped him get onto the bed next to me. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it furiously. I pushed his hand away and I gripped him in my fist. It was a tad longer than mine, but not as thick. It was a beautiful piece of man that I held in my fist.
“You’re uncut, too,” I said. “Nice. Never sucked an uncut dick before.”
I bent over and slid my mouth down the length as far as I could. I used a lot of tongue and hand as I slid up and down his cock.
“Oh my god,” he moaned. “Bo… Feels good…”
Dom’s breathing hitched and his body started to quiver. He gasped and let out a stifled groan and then thrust his hips up. My mouth was suddenly flooded with a burst of warm jizz and I instinctively swallowed. I slowly stroked and sucked Dom through his orgasm, letting his juice collect in my mouth before swallowing it down.
He was panting and trembling as I laid down next to him. I pulled him into my arms and he grabbed onto my chest and held me tight. We lazily kissed, tasting our come on each others mouths. He finally broke the kiss and stifled a yawn. I shifted and laid his head down on my chest.
“Didn’t expect that from you,” he said softly. “It was…” He yawned again. “…really good.”
“I aim to please. Go to sleep,” I said as I kissed the top of his head.
“I can go back to my bed if you need more room.”
“No, I’m good. You fit so good in my arms, so right,” I said as I bent my head to kiss the side of his forehead. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
“Okay.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He stroked his fingers through the fur on my chest and belly. “Sexy,” he whispered. He laid his arm lazily across my body and let out a soft sigh.
I kissed the top of his head again and held his smaller body in my arms. His breathing slowed and he softly snuffled into my chest.
The fact that we were both leaving in the morning weighed heavily on my mind. I was already falling for Dom. What we had could really work if we found a way to give it a chance.
“What am I gonna do with you, little man?” I whispered to his sleeping head.
I closed my eyes and finally succumbed to sleep.
I woke up to light kisses along my neck. I opened my eyes to see that it was still dark. The only light in the room was from the streetlamp outside. Dom had his hand wrapped around my hard-on as he continued to plant little kisses along my neck and shoulder. I slid my hand up Dom’s back to his hair. I leaned in and kissed his forehead.
“Hey, baby,” I whispered. “Mornin’.”
“Hey, Bo.” He gave me a kiss. “It’s still early. You still got some time before you have to go.”
He moved up on top of me and straddled my waist. He bent down and kissed me. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue into mine. We kissed hard — deep and sensual. Dom was gyrating his hips on my cock. I held him tight in my arms, pushing my hips up to grind my cock into his taint.
Dom moaned and shuddered and then stilled. He suddenly sat up. “Be right back.”
He gave me one more quick kiss, then hopped off the bed. He dug around in his toilet case for a moment, and then let out a small displeased grunt. He returned with a folded piece of paper and a small clear bottle with a purple cap. He sat down on the bed and looked at me sheepishly.
“I, um…. I thought I had a rubber, but… I get tested regularly. See.”
He handed me the folded paper and I pushed it back to him. “I trust you, Dom. I don’t have my test with me, but I’m negative, too. No STDs either.”
“So, maybe we could…”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want this to be something you regretted.”
“Yeah. I’ve never, you know, barebacked before. I normally wouldn’t even consider it…” He buried his face in my neck as his voice dropped and quivered. “But you don’t know how bad I want you right now.”
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” I said with a snicker. “It’s probably about half of how bad I want you.”
Dom let out a nervous laugh. “Okay.”
I thought it was only fair that I tell him, “Full disclosure. I’ve barebacked before. With one other guy. We never really used condoms the whole time we were together. He was special to me.”
He looked up at me and nodded his understanding. He knew that I was talking about Bobby and I decided to leave it at that.
I reached up and tried to grab the lube, but Dom put his hand on my chest and pushed me back down. “Let me, Bo. Let me do the work. Lay back and relax.”
Dom straddled my crotch again. He poured the lube onto his fingers and then reached behind him.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I watched him push his slippery fingers into his ass. “That’s fucking hot.”
I could see his well-defined pecs covered with a light dusting of dark hair. He had six pack abs with a line of hair that ran from his navel to his groin. The dark, wispy pubes surrounded the base of his very erect cock.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” I whispered.
I rubbed my hands all over Dom’s tight body, feeling his ripped abs and pecs. I tweaked his little brown nipples and they stiffened under my fingers.
Dom closed his eyes and pushed in a second finger. He drew in a sharp breath, then relaxed. My cock throbbed in anticipation. Dom opened his eyes and looked down at me through half-closed lids. “I want you so bad,” he whispered.
Dom grabbed the base of my cock and held it upright. He squeezed a liberal amount of the clear liquid onto my shaft and began sliding his hand up and down. He reared up and held it by the base as he lined up the head with the hidden entrance between his cheeks. He lowered himself onto me with a hiss, then froze. His eyes fluttered closed as he suspended himself above me.
“You’re so thick,” he moaned softly.
He rubbed his hands up and down my body. He braced his hands on me and lowered himself slowly and steadily until I was buried completely inside his ass. Fuck, he was tight. Unbelievably hot and soft. His tight ring quivered around my girth and then slowly relaxed.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “You’re so sexy, Bo. So strong and manly. Love all that fur.”
I stroked my hand over his abs. “Love your tight body, baby.” I slid my hands around and cupped his ass. “And your tight little ass.”
Dom smiled down at me. He started moving, slow and steady at first. He closed his eyes and threw his head back with his lips parted. His sweet face radiated the pleasure he was feeling. His dick was rock hard and the skin was pulled back, exposing his head, bright red with desire. It jerked and burped out a dollop of precome, which drooled down the shaft in a slimy trail.
I moved my hands up his thighs to his waist. On Dom’s upslide, I gripped his waist tight and thrust up into him. Dom’s eyes flew open and he gasped as I jabbed his g-spot. I couldn’t help the smug smirk on my face at his reaction.
“Bo,” he whispered, sounding needy and desperate.
His hands gripped my wrists for traction and he began riding me harder and faster. I held on tight to him, thrusting up into him. Tony’s little bed creaked underneath us. The only other sounds in the room were our bodies slapping together and my soft groans and Dom’s quiet whimpers. I tried, but there was no way I could hold back. I felt my nuts pulling up. The base of my spine tingled and my groin muscles contracted.
“Dom, baby,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna come… gonna come inside you.”
“Oh, god, Bo… Bo… Oh god.”
“Gonna fill you up, baby.”
“So good, Bo… Oh my god, you’re gonna make me… Oh god, I’m gonna come…”
He stretched out one last moan of my name and his cock lurched and then began spewing come all over my chest and belly.
I bit my lip to keep from shouting as his hot tunnel contracted rhythmically around my cock. “Fuck,” I grunted as quietly as I could. I pulled Dom hard onto my lap as I pushed up. Dom moaned and I grunted with each volley of come that splashed against his inner walls.
I was still convulsing and shuddering through my climax when he fell forward onto me. We held on tight to each other until our breathing finally slowed to near normal. He slid off me and flopped onto his back. I rolled onto my side and pushed my arm under his neck and held his back against my chest. His body and muscles were completely relaxed and satisfied. I felt like the proudest stud in the world for having made him this way.
“That was amazing,” he whispered. “I’ve never been with anyone where it was like that.”
I kissed the side of his head, then gave him a tender kiss on the lips. “That’s because it wasn’t just sex between us. We have this strong connection, baby.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “Yeah. I know. I feel it too.” His smile faded to a frown as he looked at the clock.
“Don’t look at the clock.” I leaned down and kissed him senseless. He reached between my legs and shifted and pulled his leg over me, pointing my still hard cock at his tight entrance. I pushed forward, burying myself to the lit. I laid there on my side, with Dom on his back in my arms, and my head buried in the junction between his neck and shoulder. I thrust slowly and steadily into him. He was soon moaning and writhing on the bed. I grabbed his dick and stroked him in time with my thrusts.
“Bo… Oh god, babe. You’re gonna make me come again…”
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me.”
I sucked and bit hard on Dom’s neck, marking him with a love bruise. Dom bit his bottom lip and moaned as his body stiffened. His dick spurt thin jets of semen onto his belly as his ass contracted around my thickness. I sped up my thrusts and then shoved in one last time. I pushed my forehead into Dom’s neck as my body went rigid and I unloaded my nuts deep into his body.
I kissed his shoulder. “Dom…”
My cock was finally spent. Dom’s body pushed it out as it softened. I rubbed his load into his abs and then he shifted around so that we were facing each other.
“God,” Dom sighed. “I’ve never been with someone like you.”
We slowly kissed and then I rested my forehead against his.
“Come with me.”
He jerked his head back and stared at me. His eyes glazed over. “What?”
“Come home with me. I need you, baby,” I said as I stroked my knuckles across his cheek.
“I…” I struggled to maintain eye contact with him. I was suddenly feeling very vulnerable and it was uncomfortable. “I don’t know if I can do it without you.”
“Yes, you can. I have my job to return to… I can’t just take time off…”
“I’m not just asking you to be my therapist. Life’s too short, you know. If you want something, you gotta go for it. And I want you, Dom. I want a relationship with you.”
Dom buried his head in my chest and trembled in my arms. He was struggling to keep it together and I hated that I was the one to make him feel this way. “I… I can’t,” he choked out.
“I understand,” I replied. Bullshit. I didnâ€™t understand, but didnâ€™t want to ruin these last moments together. Leave it to me to find what I always needed in a different state with obviously lots of baggage and no way to sort out the details. I never could do things the easy way.
I closed my eyes and gripped Dom tighter when I felt the wetness on my chest. I felt sorry for myself as I pressed my lips to Dom’s head, drying his tears with my gentle kisses.
Our moment was interrupted by a rapping on the door and Bobby’s voice. “Bo? It’s almost time to go.”
“I’m up, Bobby,” I called out, praying that he didn’t open door. “Be right out.”
I reluctantly let go of Dom. “I guess I’d better hit the shower.”
He nodded and sniffled, then swiped his nose with his hand. He turned away from me. I wanted to hold him and comfort him, but something told me that it would be pushing him and I didn’t want him to throw up that wall again. Instead, I gave him a quick kiss on the back of his shoulder.
I wiped myself down as best as I could with my boxers and then hurried across the hall to shower and clean myself up.
When I finished in the bathroom, Dom took his turn and I went downstairs. Maria was in the kitchen making a huge breakfast.
“Smells delicious,” I said.
“Get yourself some coffee and relax,” she said. “It’ll be ready in a bit.”
“Thank you.” I grabbed a cup of coffee and joined Bobby and Tony at the table.
“Sleep okay?” Tony asked with a smile on his face.
“Yeah. Like a log.”
Tony nodded slowly. “My old bed’s kinda noisy. Hope it didn’t keep you up.”
Tony snickered as Bobby’s face went bright red. Bobby couldn’t look me in the face. I couldn’t help but chuckle. I didn’t care that they knew that Dom and I had made love.
When Dom walked in the room and sat down, Tony started with him. “Sleep okay, Dom?” he asked with a sly smile.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. Dom’s eyes darted away from Tony and he shifted in his chair.
“That chair a little uncomfortable?” Tony asked. His grin widened. “If you want I could look at it. Get to the bottom of it.”
“Shut up,” Dom muttered. This tips of his ears turned red and he sipped his coffee. He looked up at me over the rim of his mug and gave me an impish little grin.
Angelo and Maria joined us at the table. Angelo helped Maria into her chair and gave her a kiss on the head. It was very sweet. Angelo said grace, adding a prayer for safe travels for his sons and friends.
Breakfast went by way too fast. I wasn’t ready to leave, but I had to catch my flight, as did Bobby and Tony.
After we finished breakfast, we loaded up Tony’s rental with our luggage. I went upstairs and took a last look around the room. Dom’s suitcase was on his bed, all packed up. He wasn’t flying out until later, but he looked like he was all ready to go.
The door opened and shut and Dom leaned back against it. He looked so unbelievably sad that it nearly broke my heart.
“Hey,” I said.
He came up to me and put his arms around me and laid his head on my chest.
“I’m gonna miss you, Bo,” he said, his barely discernible.
“Gonna miss you too, baby. You call me if you need anything. And if you change your mind, my front door is always open to you.”
I held his head in my hands and I gave him one more kiss. I put all I had into it. I wanted him to know how I felt about him. When I pulled away, I saw the look on his face. He looked up at me with wonder. I knew then that he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. I took a deep breath. I had to get out of there before I made a fool of myself. I pressed my lips to his forehead one last time and then I was out the door.
We stood on the sidewalk as Tony and Bobby said goodbye to Tony’s parents and Dom.
After a round of hugs between Angelo and Tony and Bobby, I shook Angelo’s hand and thanked him for his hospitality. He nodded and patted my arm. “You’re welcome anytime.”
Maria looked between Dom and myself, then pulled me in for a hug.
“You take care of yourself,” she said, and then leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry, he likes you.”
I looked at her with surprise, but I smiled and said “Thanks.”
Dom pulled his hands out of his pockets and hugged me tight.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I discreetly pressed my lips to the side of his head. “Bye, baby.” And then I let him go.
I got into the back seat of the SUV and stretched my legs out. I stared out the window at Dom as Tony and Bobby climbed in. I watched Maria put her arm around Dom, who was trying his best to smile. I wanted to get out of the truck and hold him tight, but instead I gave him a smile that was meant to make him feel better.
The three of them waved to us as Tony pulled out into the light morning traffic.
I leaned my head back against the back rest and sighed.
“You okay?” Bobby asked quietly as he turned around in his seat to look back at me.
“Yup. I’m good.”
“Maybe you two can visit each other.”
I looked up at Bobby and just shrugged.
“Well,” he said. “I’m glad you came.”
Once we got through security, we had to go our separate ways. I shook hands with Tony and gave him a quick hug. I gave Bobby a tight hug.
“Thank you, little dude,” I whispered.
“For what?” he whispered back.
“For being a true friend. For showing me what a bastard I was.”
“You’re not a bastard.”
“See? That’s how I know you’re my friend. I love you, Bobbo.”
“I love you, too.”
I gave Bobby a kiss on top of his head and then I pulled back. Tony pulled Bobby back to his chest protectively, with an arm around Bobby’s chest. Tony smiled at me to let me know that he wasn’t upset or jealous. I nodded to Tony. “You’re a good man, Tony. Take good care of my little buddy.”
“You take care of yourself, Bo,” Tony said. “And call us if you need anything or if you need to talk.”
“Shit,” I grunted as I pushed open the front door. The door alarm squealed until I keyed in my PIN. I tossed my bags down and shut the door. I let out a deep breath. I stood in the foyer and looked around. The house never seemed so big and empty as it did now.
I was exhausted and felt like taking a nap. I realized I had left my crutches in the SUV. I didn’t feel like going back out to the driveway. I spotted the cane in the umbrella stand by the door and I pulled it out and used it to make my way up the stairs to my bedroom.
As soon as I sat down on the bed, the phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number and the name just said “LOCAL CALL.”
“Hi. Is this Bo Matthews?”
“Oh, hi, Bo. This is Drew.”
“Hey, Drew. I was expecting your call.”
“Yeah. I spoke with Dom Paolucci. He said you needed a therapist and that you were ready to work.”
“Yeah. I am. No fucking around this time.”
“Okay. Well, Dom’s a good guy and he insists I give you another chance. So, how ’bout we start next Monday? Same time as before?”
“Sure, Drew. That sounds good. Thanks so much.”
“No problem. See you Monday.”
I hung up the phone feeling good about myself. I was making a new start. I promised myself that I would give Drew all I had. I would make myself proud, and make Dom proud of me.
I laid down and fell asleep thinking about Dom.
One Month Later
“Hello?” I didn’t recognize the number when I answered my cell phone. I had just spent an hour and a half in my gym and was relaxing in the hot tub when I got the call.
“Hello?” I repeated when there was no response.
“Bo? It’s me. Dom.”
My breathing hitched and I almost dropped the phone into the water. I hadn’t heard from Dom in over a month, not since I left him in front of his parents’ house in New York.
“Hey, Dom. It’s good to hear from you,” I said. I then added a little quieter, “I miss you.”
“Me too, Bo. I was wondering… Was that offer still good… I, um… I just need to get away for a bit.”
“I’ve been working with Drew for the past month, but I’m sure we can arrange something.”
“Shit. Of course. I knew that. Well, that’s okay then–”
“Dom. We’ll figure it out. Just come. Please.”
His breathing grew a little ragged and I furrowed my brow, wondering what was wrong.
“When can I come?” he asked. “Can I come now?” His voice cracked. He didn’t sound like my Dom.
“Get here as soon as you can, baby. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Okay. I’ll call you soon. Bye.”
As soon as I hung up with Dom, I called Drew and let him know that Dom was visiting and he’d be helping me out for a bit. Thankfully, Drew was very understanding. I then called up my cleaning service and asked if they could do an emergency clean today.
I grabbed my cane and headed out to my truck to drive to the store. I wanted to make sure I was stocked up in case we decided to stay in.
When Dom called later that night and said he was getting in a cab and asked me for my address, I was shocked. He said he was coming now, but I didn’t think he meant right now. I gave him the address and he relayed it to the cabbie and said he’d be here in an hour. I paced around the great room for a bit, wracking my brain at what needed to be done before he got home. The house was clean. The pantry and fridge were stocked. The guest bedroom and bathroom were ready, though I hoped it wouldn’t be needed.
When the doorbell finally rang, I practically flew to the front door. Dom was standing there with a baseball cap lowered over his brow, hands shoved in his pockets.
I reached down and grabbed his duffel bag and pulled him into the house. I shut the door and dropped the bag and took him into my arms.
I pressed my lips against his neck and inhaled his scent. A calm washed over me. “Oh, god, baby, it’s so good to see you. To hold you.”
“I missed you, Bo,” he said as he clutched onto me.
“I missed you, too.”
I pulled back and held his face in my hands. My smile melted away when I saw the bruise on his jaw. I pulled his hat off and he had another bruise under his left eye.
I struggled to hold back my rage. “What happened? Who did this to you, Dom?”
He let out an exhausted sigh. “My ex-boyfriend.”
I pulled him to me and held him tight. “He’s never gonna touch you again. Not if I have anything to say about it.”
I picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles, which were bruised and raw. I smiled at the thought that my baby got some licks in himself.
“I’m so tired, Bo. I know I just got here. But is it okay if I go to bed?”
I grabbed his bag and my cane and he pulled the bag from me and tossed it over his shoulder. “I got it.”
“Come on,” I said as I made for the stairs.
“Wow, look at you. You’re walking so much better. And without the crutches.”
“Someone finally pulled my head out of my ass.”
I gave him a wink and he smiled at me. “I knew you could do it.”
I stopped on the landing at the top of the stairs.
“The master bedroom is there,” I said pointing to the double doors on the left. “The guest rooms are to the right.”
I waited to see where he would go, not wanting to pressure him. I was disappointed when he turned to the right, but I tried not to show it. I directed him into the first bedroom.
“Make yourself at home. You got your own bath. It should have everything you need. The kitchen downstairs is stocked, so help yourself if you get hungry or thirsty.”
“Your home is beautiful, Bo.”
“Thank you. But to be honest, I hired someone to do all this. They listened to me ramble and they did all the work. If it was up to me, it’d probably look like the inside of a redneck’s trailer.”
Dom laughed a cute little laugh. His smile made my cock twitch. He looked around the room. “Well, it’s beautiful.”
“Think of it as your home, too. I’ll give you the grand tour tomorrow after you’ve had some rest. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”
He gave me a strong hug. Before I pulled away, I gave him a tender kiss on the lips. I held the back of his head in my hand. “I’m glad you’re here, baby. Goodnight.”
I had to get out of there before I threw him down on the bed. I gave him one final squeeze and then left. I shut the door behind me and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I looked at the clock and realized how late it was. I stripped naked and took a quick shower and got ready for bed. I turned the ceiling fan on low and slipped between the soft sheets and comforter.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but it was like my cock knew that Dom was down the hall. It throbbed and ached for him even more than it normally did. I reached down and started to stroke myself. “Dom,” I whispered to myself as I conjured up one of my nightly fantasies of Dom. I twisted my fist up and down while I tugged at my nuts with my other hand.
A quiet knock on my door startled me. I cleared my throat and jerked my hands away from my crotch. “Yeah?”
“Bo? It’s me,” Dom said through the door. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah. Come in.”
I pushed myself up so that I was sitting up. I leaned over and turned on the lamp on my nightstand. Dom opened one of the doors and then shut it behind him.
“I can’t sleep,” he said bashfully. “Can I sleep in here with you?”
I had a grin so big it probably lit up the room. I pulled up the covers and held them open. He padded over to the bed. His eyes widened when he saw that I was naked… and hard. He paused for a second and then dropped his boxers. His own hardon thumped up against his belly.
He turned off the lamp and crawled in. He snuggled into me and I pulled him into my arms, and we cuddled next to each other, skin to skin. He laid his head on my chest. His fingers twirled through the thick fur on my chest.
“Better?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “You’re like a big, warm teddy bear. My teddy bear….”
I kissed the top of his head as he began to softly snore. “Yeah, babe. I’m yours.”
I awoke to the sensation of warm suction. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Dom’s dark head of hair slowly moving up and down.
My eyes fluttered closed and I fell back and groaned. “Fuck…”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Dom said as he crawled on top of me. He straddled my body and leaned down and kissed me. I reached up and tenderly stroked under his eye. I ran my thumb over the shiner and looked up at him with concern.
He started to tremble and I saw his eyes filled with answers to my questions. “Later,” he said. “Okay? I promise.”
I nodded and he bent down and kissed me again. He ground his ass against my cock as our tongues explored each other.
“Want you, Dom,” I growled. “Wanna be inside you, baby.”
“Oh god,” he breathed. “I need it, Bo. I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
“I been jerking off every morning and every night thinking ’bout you, baby.”
Dom let out a quiet whimper. “Can you– Your leg’s strong enough, right? For you to be on top?”
“God, I want you on top of me.”
He pulled himself off and laid down on his side next to me. I pushed Dom onto his back and climbed on top of him and settled between his spread legs. I kissed him deeply. My tongue explored inside his mouth. I kissed Dom’s chin, then across his jaw to his neck. I swiped my tongue along his jugular, causing a shudder to run through his body. He moaned and gripped the back of my head. I nipped gently at the base of his neck and then started sucking.
Dom drew in a sharp breath. “Bo… Feels so good. Love your mouth on me… Your beard tickles… oh god, it’s so good…”
I slid down his chest, kissing the soft patch of dark hair in the middle. I swirled my tongue around one of his nipples. Dom’s hand gripped my hair tighter and he moaned while he pulled my head down and arched his chest up simultaneously. The little brown nub quickly hardened and I sucked on it, and flicked my tongue back and forth over it. I pulled back and blew on the wet nub, causing Dom to whimper and groan.
His fist tightened in my hair. “Bo,” he moaned. “Mine…”
I loved hearing Dom claim me. I was all his.
I sucked my middle finger into my mouth and pulled it out. As I worked his other nipple with my mouth and tongue, I slid my slippery finger between his legs. I stroked the finger over his tight hole, then pushed it in.
Dom bucked up against me and his body shuddered. “Bo!”
I kissed Dom’s chest and neck, then I attacked his mouth. As I slid my finger in and out of him, I rubbed my dripping hard cock on him.
Dom was writhing and whimpering underneath me. His hips pushed back against my hand as he moaned into my mouth. I broke the kiss and dropped my forehead on him. Dom looked up at me; his eyes were wide and glistening, silently pleading for me.
“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” I whispered in a deep voice. “God, your body is so responsive to my touch.”
“Everything you do drives me insane with pleasure. Something about you makes me want to lose control. It scares me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of me, Dom. Give me control. I won’t abuse your trust.”
Dom placed his hand onto my bearded cheek. “I know you won’t,” he said as his fingers lightly stroked my whiskers. Dom pushed his head up and kissed my lips. He kept his lips pressed to mine as he whispered, “Fuck me.”
I reached out and pulled open the nightstand. I felt around and grabbed the bottle of lube. I shut the drawer, leaving the condoms behind.
I poured the lube onto my fingers and slid them up and down the crease between Dom’s legs. Dom moaned and spread his legs wider. His hands moved around my beefy arms. I slid my finger into his tight heat and I twisted and wiggled it around. I stroked his nut and Dom’s back arched up off the bed. He let out a loud moan and writhed around on my finger.
I pulled the finger out, re-lubed, then replaced it with two. I stretched, turned and scissored my fingers, quickly trying to relax and stretch Dom’s tight ring.
“Now, Bo. Put it in.”
“Just a little more stretching, babe.”
I slid in a third finger and stroked them in and out. When I saw that Dom wasn’t hurting, I pulled them out. I grabbed the bottle and poured it down the length of my cock. I slicked it up with my hand. Dom spread his legs and pulled his knees back. I pushed my swollen head against his little pucker and leaned forward. He let his knees fall onto my arms and I pushed forward. His ring opened for me and I slid into his tight heat.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
I forced myself to remain still while Dom adjusted to my thickness. He was breathing deep, with his eyes closed. He was so beautiful, I had to lean down and kiss him. I unhooked his knees from my elbows and pulled them back to my sides. He locked them on my hips and I bent forward. I cradled his head in my hands. He snaked his arms around my neck and opened his eyes and looked at me. His sparkling blue eyes stared back at me.
I fucking melted.
No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like I was some kind of god. Like I was the total love of their life.
I pulled my hips back and snapped them back in. Dom gasped and I repeated the motion, pegging his prostate again. The head of my cock jabbed his gland, then slid across it, causing Dom to shudder and moan. “Oh god, Bo!”
I continued to stare down at him. My lips hovered above his. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking tight.”
My hips thrust forward and I began moving hard and fast. I slapped hard against Dom’s body over and over as I pounded my cock into his tight sheath. I panted and grunted as high pitched whimpers spilled from Dom’s lips.
Dom’s hips pushed back against me. His fingers dug into my neck. He moaned wantonly. “Bo… So good. So, so good. No one can fuck me like you do. No one makes me come like you do.”
“Yeah? I’m gonna pound you into the fucking mattress,” I growled. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, baby. Gonna make you scream. Gonna make you mine.”
Dom’s eyes glazed over. “Oh god, Bo, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come!”
I felt Dom’s tunnel contract around my cock. He let out a sob that sounded like my name. The ring tightened and I felt warm spurts of liquid between our bodies as his ass muscles began to pulse rhythmically.
My rhythm faltered and my hips snapped short, uneven jabs. One last deep thrust and I roared out Dom’s name as the hot jets of come shot out of me and into Dom’s welcoming body.
I finally lost my strength and I collapsed on top of my smaller lover. My cock was still rock hard, buried inside his body.
He let out a quiet sigh as his legs relaxed and slipped down onto the bed. “Love you on top of me. My big teddy bear.”
I tightened my grip around him. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”
Dom’s hands grabbed at my back, pulling me tighter to his body. He buried his head into my neck and shuddered. “I love you, too, Bo,” he whispered.
I could feel myself starting to drift off, so I rolled off Dom’s body onto my side. He turned with me and we fell asleep tangled in each others arms and legs.
“Sit down,” Dom said. “Let me do this.”
“You don’t need to make me a sandwich, baby.”
“I know. But I want to.”
“Okay,” I relented.
My surrender got a big smile out of Dom, so that was enough to make it worthwhile. I walked over to the breakfast bar and sat down on one of the stools.
Dom was wearing one of my old practice t-shirts and a pair of my boxer shorts. They were both way too big for him. But seeing him in them did something to me. It was a possessive feeling. This man is wearing my clothes. This man is mine. My cock pulsed to life in my boxers. I licked my lips as I watched him move around the kitchen. “Fuck, you look good in my clothes, baby.”
Dom looked back at me and rolled his eyes. But the little smile on his face told me that he was very happy to be wearing my things.
I watched him put together two large sandwiches with plenty of deli turkey. He layered on swiss cheese. He added some pickles and a leaf of lettuce. He even sliced up a tomato.
“Mayo or mustard?”
“A little mayo, please,” I said.
He spread mayo on both sandwiches with a butter knife, then squirted a bit of mustard on one of them. He put the tops on and set them on plates. He took the knife and cut each one on the diagonal.
My mouth started to water and my stomach growled loudly. “Mmm. Now that’s a sandwich that would make Dagwood jealous.”
Dom laughed softly and continued what he was doing. He put everything back into the fridge and while he was in there, he dug around and pulled out a bag of baby carrots. He dumped some onto each plate.
“There’s some chips in the pantry,” I said.
He put both plates on the breakfast bar, grabbed two bottles of water, and then joined me. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and sat down on the stool.
I chuckled and repeated, “I said there were chips in the pantry.”
“I heard you. But carrots are better for you. Not that I don’t think you’re perfect the way you are.”
He leaned in and pushed his hand up my shirt. He rubbed my furry belly while he gave me a kiss.
“Well, I guess I can live with the carrots if it gets me kisses.”
“Might get you more,” he said with a sly grin.
I laughed and dug into my sandwich. “Mmm. Good.”
After we had our lunch, I put the plates into the dishwasher. I took Dom by the hand and walked him to the living room. We sat down on the sofa and I turned so that we were facing each other. I ran a hand over his head and I cupped his cheek. He leaned into my hand while my thumb stroked under his bruised eye.
“You wanna tell me?” I asked quietly.
He moved so that he could lay his head on my shoulder. I put my arm around him and he snuggled into me.
“My ex… I started dating him a couple of years ago. He had wrenched his knee and I worked with him to get him off the disabled list. After, he kept calling me. He was so charming. You could take lessons.”
“Hey, I’m plenty charming. I charmed the pants off you, didn’t I?” I joked.
Dom laughed. “Yeah. You did. Anyway, we started dating after that. He was a good guy, you know. He treated me good for the most part. But he couldn’t be out, you know?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
“We never went out together in public. Never. But we had a lot of romantic evenings at my house. I’ve always been private about my sexuality, so I didn’t mind it. At first. Meanwhile, he was always seen out with girls, you know. I tried not to let it bother me, but after a while you can’t help but feel like some dirty secret.”
I nodded that I understood exactly what he meant.
“I didn’t date anyone else, but he was with a new girl every week. Then he met this girl, some swimsuit model,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “I hated seeing them out together all the time. I supposed if you’ve agreed to it, it’s not cheating. But it felt like he was cheating on me. I was devastated when I read that they were engaged. He didn’t even tell me. I found out about it online.”
“You broke up with him?”
“Yeah. That was about four months ago.”
I wracked my brain trying to figure out who played for Dallas who was injured two years ago and just got engaged.
He nudged me with his elbow. “Stop it. I’m not gonna tell you who it is. Anyway, he didn’t take our break up too well.”
I laid a kiss on Dom’s head, but didn’t say anything. I had already figured out who it was.
“When I got back from New York, he was waiting at my condo. I told him again that we were over, that I didn’t want to see him. He pushed his way into my house. When he saw that I was marked–” He ran his hand over his neck, remembering the hickey I gave him. “–he went crazy, saying that I was fucking around behind his back. Can you believe that? He had never hit me before. He tried to say that he was sorry, that he loved me, but I told him to get out. But he didn’t stop calling. I finally had to put a block on my phone. Yesterday, he showed up at my house drunk. He…”
I stiffened. “He what?”
“He was grabbing at me, like he wanted sex, but I managed to knock him off me and I decked him as hard as I could. We got into a huge fight. Lucky for me he’s not very coordinated when he’s drunk,” he said with a joyless laugh. “I threw him out of the house and then I called you.”
I took a calming breath. Dom didn’t need me to get upset and go off the handle right now. “I think you should call the police.”
“I can’t do that.”
I tried to remain calm, but inside I was seething. “He assaulted you. He was going to rape you.”
“I may have a bruised cheek, but I kicked his ass and threw him out of my house. He’s got a fat lip and a black eye and probably a ton of bruises. I wasn’t going to take him putting his hands on me. I can take care of myself.”
I scoffed. “I still think you should report that fucker. If he hadn’t been drunk, he could have hurt you.”
“He’d be ruined if it got out. I just couldn’t do that to him. I know you don’t approve, Bo. I can feel how angry you are. You don’t have to like my decision, but I’d appreciate it if you’d respect it.”
I sighed. “You’re right, Dom. I can do that.”
I squeezed him to reassure him, then kissed the side of his head. He calmed down and leaned into me.
“Your brother, A.J.? He knows about this guy?”
“Yeah. I was really upset when it happened. I didn’t know who to talk to. I knew that he would understand and not judge me.”
“He’s very protective of you.”
“Oh god,” Dom moaned. “He had ‘the talk’ with you, didn’t he?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “Right before you told me you weren’t interested in me.”
Dom laughed into my chest. “I was lying. I was interested.”
I smiled. “Yeah. I figured that out.”
He let out a soft breath, then quietly said, “I was just scared.”
“You don’t ever have to be scared of me, Dom.” I pressed my lips into his hair and gave him a sweet kiss on top of his head. “I would never hurt you, baby.”
“I know you wouldn’t.”
I decided to change the subject to a more pleasant and lighter topic.
“My coach — well, ex-coach — is trying to get me involved in this football camp for underprivileged kids. I’m not a big name or anything — especially now — but they need volunteers. I was thinking about doing it once my leg got a little better.”
Dom twisted around so that he was straddling my lap. He put his hands on my shoulders. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “It’d give me something to do.”
“That’s just… amazing.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. “You are amazing.”
“It’s no big deal, baby.”
“Yes, it is. There are so many kids who don’t get a chance just because they don’t have money. I’d love to help with something like that.”
“Move here then. Move in with me.”
I nuzzled my nose and lips in his neck and planted light kisses up his jugular. I nipped his earlobe with my teeth and he shuddered. I smiled to myself knowing that I could make him react like that.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” he asked.
“That’s a big step, Bo. We haven’t known each other that long. Can I think about it? It’s not a ‘no’… I just need some time…”
“Of course, baby. Take all the time you want,” I said as I started sucking on the base of his neck.
“We should probably go work out,” he panted breathlessly.
“Mm-hmm. Right after.”
I grabbed Dom and pushed him down onto the couch. I pulled off his underwear, reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out of the fly. I knew that Dom was still wet from our early lovemaking. I spit on my fingers and swiped it across the head of my cock. I lined up and slid into his welcoming heat in one smooth move.
Dom arched up into my body and I slowly and gently made love to him. We stared into each others eyes as I thrust into him. It was fucking intense and I struggled to not come too quickly.
I cradled his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. I pegged his prostate with every thrust. Dom pushed and thrust his throbbing bone against my hairy belly. His heels dug into my ass and his fingers dug into my back.
“Let go, baby,” I told him. “I’m waiting for you.”
Dom cried out my name and his body convulsed under me. His ass contracted around me and I finally let go. “DOM!”
I collapsed on top of him and held him tight as he clung to me.
Dom stayed with me for the next four weeks. I called his agency and arranged it so that he was paid for my therapy sessions.
Neither of us brought up the subject of his leaving, nor him moving in permanently. As far as I was concerned, he was already home. He slept in my bed with me. He had his own drawers in my dresser, plus a whole section of the walk-in closet. He also liked to lounge around in my t-shirts and boxers, which was guaranteed to give me a raging boner.
We worked out six days a week. He was amazed at my progress, as was I. I still limped a little bit after I got tired, and I needed the cane for extended walking, but I could now get around without pain. My muscles and tendons were getting used to the titanium and they were getting stronger every week.
Dom was holding onto my feet while I finished the last of my sit-ups. I slumped back on the ground with a grunt.
“Good job, babe,” he said as he patted my leg.
I sat up once more and tugged my tank top off. I wiped my head, around my neck, and under my arms, then tossed it aside.
“Damn, you look good,” he whispered.
I laughed. “I’m sure. I feel like a sweaty pig.”
“And you’re all tired now. Unable to resist my advances.” He laughed like an evil scientist and I laughed with him.
His hands crawled up my legs like crabs. He pushed a hand into the leg of my shorts and squeezed my cock. I dropped my head back to the mat and groaned loudly. “Yeah… Blow me, baby….”
“Ask me again, Bo.”
“Blow me, baby. Please?”
I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. He was looking off, down and away to the side. I put my index finger under his chin and forced him to look at me. “Move in with me, Dom.”
Dom nodded. “Yes. Okay, now I’ll blow you.”
I slumped onto my back and grinned like an idiot. I was the luckiest bastard in the world. He kissed up my leg closer and closer to my crotch. I could feel his warm breath on my nuts and then the god damned doorbell rang.
“Fuck!” I grunted.
The doorbell rang again twice.
Dom snickered and sat back on his heels. “You better get that, or they’ll never go away. We can play in the shower when you’re done and I’ll make sure you get that blowjob. Maybe more.”
“Ooh. Damn. Sounds good to me.”
I pushed up and grabbed my tank top and pulled it on. I pushed my hard-on down with my palm, hoping that it would go down by the time I got to the door. On my way out of the room, I grabbed my cane from where it leaned against the door. I walked to the front door as the doorbell rang twice more.
“Hold your fucking horses,” I muttered.
I opened the door and froze. The second string safety for Dallas was standing on my porch. “Burgess. Can I help you with something?”
“You got something that belongs to me, Matthews.”
I raised a brow. “Sorry, there aren’t any Brazilian swimsuit models here.”
The muscular man pushed past me and stood in the foyer. “DOM!” he yelled.
I moved to intercept him before he got any further into the house. “Dom doesn’t belong to anyone. But if he did, he would belong to me now.”
Burgess put his hand on my chest. “You need to back away from me, man. You don’t want to piss me off.”
I smacked his hand away from me. “You need to get the fuck out of my house.”
He shoved my shoulder with his fist. “You gonna make me?”
Now he was really pissing me off. I shoved him back. “Yeah. I am.”
“Anton,” Dom’s voice interrupted. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re going home. Get your bag.”
“I’m not going anywhere, certainly not with you. I told you over and over; we’re through. Now, please leave.”
“You heard him, bub,” I said. I grabbed his arm and he gave me a shove. He swept his foot under my bad leg and knocked it out from under me. I grunted as I slammed onto my back and lost my grip on my cane, which skidded across the floor.
Burgess dropped down to one knee and clamped his left hand around my throat as he brought his right fist back. Before he could swing, I saw my cane smack him hard upside his head. I looked up in shock to see Dom holding the cane like a baseball bat.
“You little bitch!” Burgess growled. He clutched the side of his head, where blood started to trickle. He got up to his feet and stepped towards Dom.
Dom held out the cane to hold him back. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He tapped the buttons on it and held it up so that Burgess could see the screen. “I’ve already called 9-1-1. If you don’t want to be around to leave a statement, you’d better get the fuck out of here.”
Burgess stared wide-eyed at Dom for a second. His face softened. “I care about you, Dom. You know that.”
“I deserve better than that. I mean it, Anton,” Dom continued. “I don’t want to hurt you or your career, but if you don’t leave us alone, I will tell the cops why you’re here. How long do you think it’ll take before it ends up on TMZ or OutSports?”
His face turned beet red in anger. He blew out a sharp breath and kicked his foot, then turned around and stormed out of the door. He got into his rental and peeled out of the driveway.
Dom set his foot against mine and held out his hand. I grabbed it, and bracing my foot against his, I pulled myself up to my feet. He handed me my cane.
“You really called 911?” I asked as I shut the front door.
“I had it dialed and had my finger on Call. I would have done it. But I think he’ll leave us alone now. He wouldn’t risk his career.”
“Too bad for his wife. She doesn’t deserve that.”
“No, I guess not.”
I took Dom into my arms. I kissed him slowly and deeply.
“I love you, baby,” I told him.
“I love you, too, Bo.”
“You know… I thought my injury was the end of my life.” I ran the back of my knuckles across Dom’s smooth cheek. “But now I can see that my life was just beginning. All because of you, sweetheart.”
Dom’s eyes teared up. “Wow. That is so sweet, Bo.”
I gave him a quick kiss. “Now, about that blowjob you promised me…”
Dom laughed and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs.