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Fresh Out

By: 1DurtyMutha



He took a long slow breath as he stepped onto the cracked concrete. His first free breath in almost six years and he savored it. His wide chocolate brown nostrils flared, his eyes closed, Neville Sinclair was a free man again. With his long thick arms stretched up above his head he raised to the tip toes of his black leather construction boots and let the breath out with an almost feral grunt. It felt good not to touch the ceiling, or the walls on either side of him, a privilege the 6'5" 240 pound bruiser lusted over on the inside. He had goose bumps he was so excited, the 11 inch log he carried around between his legs was so hard he had to tuck it up against his stomach. An adjustment he didn't mind making out in the open, he relished it. 

Twenty three hours a day in a cell alone for six years gives one time to reflect on their life choices and that's exactly what Neville did for the latter portion of his 2007 days as a guest of the United States Department of Corrections. He made several life changing decisions in his time alone, the first being a straight life. Well not exactly. Aside from denouncing a life of crime, he also came to terms with his sexuality. Neville Sinclair was gay, and not by force or proximity. He had always known but given his Christian upbringing and his stature as an all-around jock, Neville never allowed himself indulge his secret fantasies. Before prison he often rationalized his string of failed relationships with the fact that he hated the dumb bitches that he attracted, but after some long complicated self evaluation he came to conclusion that it was him. It wasn't that he hated those women, he just preferred the company of men.

He was in college when he had his first experience, if you could even call jacking off to the sounds of two boys fucking in the next stall of the freshman dorm's communal showers an experience. That's about the time he started watching gay porn and chatting online with like minded men, but could never bring himself to risk his reality. Prison had already done that so he figured what the hell. His parents were already disappointed when he lost his scholarship in his third year and had to return home to join his father's construction company, only to be jailed a year later. At 22, Neville's parents disowned him. They didn't write, didn't put anything on his books, no contact since his arrest. They didn't even come to his trial. As far as he knew he was dead to them, so at 28 Neville figured why not live his own life? 

In a five page letter he wrote on his birthday, Neville confessed to his closest confidant of his intentions upon release and the obstacles he needed to overcome to achieve this new freedom. More importantly he asked for help, not support but assistance and she wrote back emphatically yes. They had always been more siblings than cousins and he knew that if anybody would accept him as he was it would be his cousin Paris. She found him a job and she promised Neville could stay with her for as long as it took him to find a place. A few weeks later she wrote back with the name and address of his new boss with instructions to write him as well. And so he did and by some odd happenstance Tyler Garrett became the newly self enlightened young man's pen pal for the last six months of his sentence. 

They almost seemed kindred spirits, they shared similar stories of wasted talent and a need for redemption. As the months drew on the letters grew longer and more frequent, more honest. Almost intimate, Neville thought but he brushed it off for his vulnerability and the unconditional attention he was getting from his new boss. Those letters made the last six months fly by and now he was free.

And waiting for Paris to pick him up, he would have taken the bus but she insisted so he sat on one of the benches to wait. It was a beautiful day warm and sunny, too hot for the thermal shirt, hoodie, skully and jeans he had been arrested in so he sat in one of the snug white tees Paris had sent him. As the shock of freedom wore off Neville began scanning the parking lot, when he noticed a big red pick up parked not to far from where he sat. The driver sat on the flat bed away from the prison release door. Neville might have noticed him pull into the parking lot but now he watched the older, maybe 40ish white man smoke a cigarette. He could smell the smoke and the craving made him clench his jaw. He wanted to go over but thought better of it given where they were, so he watched, until he couldn't take it anymore.

Leaving his stuff on the bench Neville circled around the man so he could approach him from the front as he fiddled with his cell. He knew what he looked like so he kept his distance and said as innocuously as possible, "Sorry to bother you bud, but could you spare a square?" The man looked up at him, his gray eyes squinted and judging by the faint lines at the corners of his eye Neville assumed this a usual expression. For some reason it made him smile and so did the man.

"Magilla," he said as he stood, his eyes drifting up and down Neville's long wide frame in open appraisal. "She wasn't lying when she said you were huge."

"Excuse me?"

And the man offered him his pack of menthols and smiled again. "Names Tyler Garrett and you are Neville Sinclair," he said as he lit Neville's cigarette. "Paris couldn't make the trip up with the baby and all so she asked..."

"What baby?" Neville nearly choked on his smoke he inhaled so sharply. "I didn't even know she was pregnant."

"She had a baby a little boy...fuck and I ruined the surprise." Tyler smacked himself in the forehead then slide his hand over his mouth. Neville laughed a little as he looked at him. He was handsome in that DILF sort of way, almost like Jason Statham if you stretched him out to 6'2" and gave him bulk to match. He had more hair too, though it was cut pretty close and mostly gray. Neville felt his balls stirring again as he noticed his pen pal's hard nipples beneath his t-shirt. "Well the cats outta the bag now so I might as well tell you that she'll be in the hospital the next few days and we both thought you might be better off coming to stay with me for a couple weeks. Or at least until she gets home," he amended as Neville shifted back not wanting to spook the newly freed man. "We just figured it might serve you not to be alone so soon."

"Sure just let me get my stuff," Neville said with a smile and wink that he hoped went unnoticed. What was he doing, he thought as he jogged over to the pillowcase of odd and ends he had while inside. He didn't even know what this guy's situation was, for all he knew he was just a nice guy who knew how much a helping hand meant to someone with hard luck. But the mention of we and the way Tyler looked at him that first time had Neville a bit stir crazy in his mind. He thought he better pace himself, especially given his position beneath the man, as he got into the truck

"It's a long drive so what's say we drop off the highway and get something to eat. If we drive all night we could make it to my place before 3 maybe 4," Tyler said as he glanced over at the hulking black Adonis in the passenger seat as Neville stared out the window. The two hadn't really spoken once they got on the road and Neville was happy for it. Not that he didn't want to talk to Tyler but he was afraid of what he might say, so he said little or nothing for the first hour and a half.

"I'm riding your driving bud," he said nervously. Neville looked at the clock and realized it'd been almost 10 hours since he'd eaten last. His stomach growled in agreement. Tyler slapped his hard abs and laughed.

"Yeah I hear ya big fella." There was electricity in that moment, in that touch, as Tyler ran his thumb between Neville's abs as he pulled his hand away. Their eyes met and Neville felt his palms start to sweat. 

Before long they pulled into a motor lodge off the highway with as bar and grill attached. It seemed clean enough on the outside so the guys found a table and quickly ordered. Tyler took it upon himself to order a couple of shots and pitcher of beer while they waited. "Hell you should be celebratin Magilla"

"I can't believe she told you to call me that," Neville said with a chuckle as he cringed from the tequila burn.

"You answer to it...which I damn sure can't figure why. You, my friend, are far from anybody's gorilla," he said with a smirk that Neville had trouble keeping his eyes on. "So why do you?"

"It's just always been what people called me."

"And you don't have a problem with it?" The question gave Neville pause and Tyler sat waiting intently for his response. Which didn't come until the food did.

"I guess I do," He said around a mouthful of hot wings. Tyler laughed and told him to eat.

And that's what they did, and talked and drank. Too much actually, when Tyler's phone rang at almost 10 the hour shocked them both. It was Paris and he handed the phone to Neville. "Let her know we're gonna get a room and we'll be by her place to get you stuff in the morning." In his inebriated euphoria Neville didn't see anything wrong with that and Tyler left him to see about a vacancy. By the time he returned with the keys Neville was finished with the call and sipping the last of their third pitcher.

"Well since we're staying how bout another round?"

"I was thinking I could really use a shower," Neville slurred a little and Tyler laughed, handed him the key.

"I'll meet you there. Gonna see about getting some stuff to go, we might be hungry later...with the booze and all."

Neville left with a shrug to find the room, all the way at the end of the parking lot. When he opened the door he was pleasantly surprised by the décor. It wasn't anything special but it was more than one would expect at a motor lodge in the middle of nowhere. The beds were nicely made and it didn't have that funk of old carpet cheap motels are apt to having. The bathroom was shiny and modern with a glass shower stall and brightly lit vanity. He couldn't wait to jump in and enjoy an uninterrupted shower with water as hot he could stand, for as long as he could stand. Neville also took the opportunity to soothe the hard on he'd been carrying around since he put on his street clothes. It didn't take him long, maybe a minute or so of some aggressive stroking saw him nearly collapse as he shot his load all over the shower wall and hand. He moaned softly as he sucked his fingers clean, a habit he developed somewhere around 10th grade.

When he finally stepped out of the shower the bathroom was so full of steam he could barely see. By touch he found the towel rack and pulled one down to dry off. It seemed pretty small as he tried to wrap it around his waist but it barely reached. He figured he'd just put his jeans back on but then remembered that he left them on the floor in the room. Without any other option Neville held the towel with one hand as he opened the bathroom door to see Tyler stretched on one of the beds in his briefs. He tried not to look at the coating of light brown fur on his sculpted pecks and rounded abs, tried not to notice those gray eyes burning holes in the tiny towel around his waist.

"Well," Tyler said with a chuckle as he glanced down, Neville knew at the bulge growing at his crotch. "I hope you don't mind but I can't get comfortable in jeans. We're both men right?"

"That we are bud," Neville said with a glance at Tyler's package before he flopped down on the other bed. He didn't even bother to pull the bedspread down as Tyler had on his bed, though he did adjust the towel so his cock was covered. With both his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands tucked behind his head, Neville looked the picture of comfort. His posture afforded Tyler the ultimate view of every ripple of his chocolate flesh, the white towel only served to draw his eye to Neville's crotch where his cock lay across his thigh in slumber. He could feel him watching and smirked a little before he reached down beneath the towel to give his balls an adjustment. The gasp that came from the other side of the room made his ball tingle and his cock jump. 

"Thank you Tyler," he said as he roll over onto his side. "I don't know what Paris told you about me for you to want to do any of this but I really appreciate it. And your letters..." Neville couldn't help the way he smiled at the thought of them, all 20 or so letters, especially the later five or so when they started to talk about life and what they wanted to make of it. He never told Tyler of his preference, sex actually never came up, though they had discussed relationships and their lack of aptitude in them. "I just hope I can live up to you guys' expectations."

"Live up to your own and you'll do right by me," was Tyler's confident response as he roll to look at Neville. But it was his eyes he looked into, not the 11 inch hammer that the towel dangled from.

"Aight dude are you like hitting on me or what," Neville said abruptly, though he smirked as he said it. "I mean I don't know what Paris told you but I'm not looking to be anybody's dirty little secret. I might be fresh out but I ain't bout to get caught out there..."

"Hey bonehead I'm just as queer as you are," he said as he sat up on the edge of the bed, his thick hairy legs dangling over the side. His package on full display tucked snuggly in his tighty whiteys. Neville did know that he like those on a man, and jock straps. He found himself licking his lips as Tyler spoke. "Look Neville I don't think your cousin was trying to set us up or anything. I just think she figured I might have some insight into your predicament that might help see you through it. I didn't know I was picking up a horse cocked Nubian Adonis today so excuse my ogling." Tyler waited for the young man to stop laughing before he finished his thought. "I meant what I said big fella, I been in your shoes is all and somebody lent me a hand so now I'm lending you one. That in no way obligates you to do anything other than be civil and pay it forward." With that he rolled over, showing Neville his back.

"Well that was awfully mellow dramatic," he said after staring at the other man's back, well his ass really and how the tight cotton of his underwear hugged it just so. He wanted to put his face in that ass, to immerse himself in the musky aroma of his masculinity.

"I didn't mean for it to be," Tyler said with a chuckle and though he didn't turn around, he did slide over towards the other side of the bed. A silent invitation that did not go unnoticed.

Neville smiled as he stood up and shucked the towel away before he lay down behind Tyler. His cock led the way as he pressed his body to his fuzzy back, buried his face in the back of his neck and took a long deep breath. "Fuck you feel good," Neville grunted as he pawed at Tyler's front and ground his pipe into his ass. With both hands Neville explored his first man, ran his palm over his nipples, groped at his cock and balls through the cotton of his shorts. When he brought his hand up to his nose to smell he thought he might pass out the scent was so intoxicating.

And Tyler could take it no more when he heard those fingers being sucked by those full lips. Lips he wanted on his cock from the first time Neville smiled. Without breaking their embrace he spun to face him and shoved his tongue in his mouth. The moment was too intense for Neville and he cock started to leak precum all over their stomachs, moaning loudly as he sucked Tyler's tongue in his mouth.

Then he abruptly pulled away, leaving Tyler to search blindly for his mouth. "But what if I wanted to do more." He started out asking his permission but somewhere in the middle Neville got sidetracked, lost in the contrast of their skin tone. He'd worked him onto his back and straddled him as he did just what he wanted. It was when Neville put his nose in Tyler's armpit that made the more experienced man take control.

"Mmmm big fella like how I smell huh," he groaned as he put his arm around Neville's neck, locking his face into his pit. "You're just big ole piggy who ain't had his cherry popped ain't you big fella..." 

"The way you been lookin' at my dick I think I'm the one gonna be doin' the popping," with that Neville took Tyler's surprisingly large beige nipple into his mouth. About the size of a raisin Neville nibbled and suck as he twisted and pulled the other. That proved to be Tyler's surrender, and Neville smiled when he heard that drawn breathe. He could feel his heart race as he ran his tongue down between his pecks, caressed the peach fuzz that ran down the length of his side. "Mmmm I wish I had all this," he mumbled to himself as he ran his tongue down along the mat of hair Tyler had on his belly. And when Neville began to lap at his belly button his pen pal nearly lost his load.

"Holy shit I haven't wanted to get fucked this bad since the 90s," Tyler said in a grunt as he struggled to get out of his briefs, but Neville held him firmly in place.

"The 90s huh," Neville said laughing as he sat up to tower over his new friend. He looked down at him, watched as his eyes squinted in laughter. He found himself wanting to touch his face, to rub his beard and Tyler grabbed his wrist to pull that hand to his mouth to give the palm a kiss. "So what's that supposed to mean to me?" Neville said cockily as he worked his other hand down to grab the front of those tighty whities.

Tyler chuckled a little as he sat up and allowed Neville free his fat 7 inch cock. What he didn't have in length he made up for in girth and Neville was mesmerized when he saw it. He watched as Tyler spread his legs and gave it a few strokes to salute. When he finally lifted his gaze, Tyler smirked and said, "It means I'm a top, but a certain kinda man can get me under 'em."

"Oh is that right," Neville said shock of seeing his first real cock worn off by the open compliment. "But I kinda wanna be behind you," he said with a smirk as he slowly fondled his shaft, pushing and pulling it back and forth, while his other hand reached down under Tyler's ball. He looked into his eyes as he pressed a finger against the button between his cheeks and moaned. "Yeah I'm gonna need you to get that ass in the air for me please." And Tyler happily obliged him, spreading his knees wide. He gave his tush a shimmy and Neville couldn't help but give it a hard smack. Then another, and two more to each cheek before he began to grope and message Tyler's hard muscled ass.

"Fuck you gotta nice ass," he said as he dove into it face first. A firm grip held Tyler in place while Neville wallowed between his cheeks. He ran his face up and down his crack, tongue out and panting like a dog in heat. Neville couldn't believe how wonderful the other man smelled. Like soap and man, and he couldn't get enough. He lost himself to animalistic grunts and groans as his tongue found Tyler's tight pucker, giving it a nudge. Oh how he wanted to be inside that warmth. 

"Mmmm yeah big fella open me up just like that," he heard Tyler say as Neville pushed his tongue into that warmth. It took two or three attempts but once he breeched his rim, Neville was treated with the most delicious whimper he'd heard from any partner. "Oh heavens that's nice Neville," he muttered with his face buried in the pillows.

Neville could only grunt a response as his tongue was too busy stroking in and out of that tight hole. That wasn't so tight anymore, with each pass he found he needed less force to get inside. Eventually he simply held the thick muscle behind his rim, wiggling it up and down. Rolling his r's. From the way Tyler rode back into his face and grabbed his bald head, Neville figured he was doing alright. The trail of precum dripping onto his arms from Tyler's cock was also a good sign. He couldn't get enough, Neville could have gone on for hours if Tyler let him, but it was getting to be too much for the older man. He needed to cum and told him so with palm to his forehead. Neville's tongue dislodged from his hole with a wet pop and the look on his face was puppy like.


Fresh Out



Derrick raised his hand to knock on the door to the apartment of his best friend. Well, at least the man who used to be his best friend. He hadn't been able to maintain many deep relationships since he'd landed himself in the Pennsylvania State Penitentiary five years ago. Even his own mother had shunned him, instead choosing to tell her church friends that he'd gone up north to Penn State.

Well, she was sort a right. And if it wasn't bad enough that he'd gone to jail, it certainly was bad enough that he'd went in and fulfilled all the jailhouse rumors. It'd been five years since he had his fingers, face, and dick in pussy, and after many lonely nights in a small jail cell, he'd succumbed to the pressures, and needless to say, his tastes had changed.

His dick jumped now just thinking about it. Derrick knocked on the door once last time and then turned to go. He had a few dollars saved up from the time he'd spent inside. Maybe he'd stay at a hotel for a few—

"D!"

The door swung open behind him, and Derrick turned to greet the man he'd spent his childhood with.

"Brian, what's up, man?"

"Nothing, man. So, what? You out now?"

Derrick nodded. "Parole. I know this is sudden, and we haven't talked in a minute, but I need a place to crash for a while. Just till I get on my feet. I mean, if it's cool with your girl."

"Fuck my girl. I got rid of that bitch a year ago."

"Damn, man. I'm sorry for real."

"I'm not. Come on in."

Derrick walked in to the condo with his bag hoisted over his shoulder, and he could tell right away that a single man lived there. He wondered what happened. Maybe Stacy had walked in to find him with his dick in some lucky guy's ass. Derrick shook his head. It was wishful thinking. Brian would never go for that.

"You can sleep in the room over there," Brian spoke, pulling Derrick out of his reverie.

"That's where Stacy's sister sleeps when she visits." He frowned. "Or at least that's where she used to sleep before Stacy got home one day and found me ball deep in her pussy." 

He shook his head remorsefully. "All I needed was five more minutes."

"Dude, that's fucked up."

"Not as fucked up as her hooking up with some out of work cat ad putting me in debt to take care of his broke ass." He laughed. "I ain't worried about it, though. Got this broad down the street, got a rich daddy so she don't ask me for shit. Man, I stick my dick wherever I want whenever I want."

"She got an ass?"

Brian let out a whistle. "Man! That ass goes on for days."

"You fucked it?"

"What the hell you talking about? She got a tight pussy that's dripping wet. Why the fuck you worried about her ass? You done went to jail and became somebody little bitch?"

"Hell naw!" Derrick replied, too high pitched and nervous. "I meant are you hitting that bitch from the back?"

"Shit. That's a given. Man, I bend that bitch over, smack that ass hard and just walk it jiggle. Then I fuck her like a dog and make her get on her knees and lick it up."

Derrick imagined Brian on his knees, stroking his dick, his snake like tongue flicking over his bulbous head, his hot mouth wrapping around his shaft. His hand flew down to his jeans, and before he knew it, he'd squeezed his dick.

Brian paused a minute. "Shit. Listen to me talking about pussy when you probably forgot what it feels like. You ain't felt nothing, but your five fingers in years. My bad, man."

Derrick shrugged his shoulders, thinking to himself about all the hands, mouths, and assholes he'd had wrapped around his dick over the last five years. He looked out into space, reminiscing, and then his eyes landed on something in the corner, and he got an idea.

"You still hoop?"

Brian laughed. "What the fuck you mean do I still hoop? I can still whoop your ass."

Derrick shook his head. "You couldn't whoop my ass before; you can't whoop my ass now."

Brian stood up abruptly, grabbing the basketball. "You ain't said nothing, but a word. Get your ass outside."

"I can't believe you had the nerve to come up in my house and challenge me."

Derrick laughed. "You talking shit, but you ain't did nothing yet."

"My hoop skills are goin' do the talking for me." Brian pulled off his shirt, and Derrick lost himself for a minute. 

Damn, he was sexy. Ripped abs, toned muscles, his sweat just starting to glisten, causing moisture to run down his swollen pecs. His nipples stood out like Hershey kisses, and Derrick wanted to circle his tongue around them, licking his way down his stomach, making a wonder line all the way down to that chocolate prize.

"First one to ten wins." Brian started, dribbling the ball.

"I've got home court advantage," he continued, between dribbles. "And what do you say that we make a little wager?"

"Like what?" Derrick asked, his interest suddenly peaked.

"You staying up in my house rent free for God knows how long. When I win, you do what I want around the house however I want you to do it when I tell you to."

"If I when?"

Brian scoffed. "I won't entertain that notion."

"Come on man. What I get if I win?"

"Same thing. Anything you want at any time. But..." he said, too sure of himself. "You won't win."

*****

He won. It wasn't much of a game, really. He'd spent the last five years of his life doing nothing but playing basketball, and he'd scored ten points before Brian even scored six without breaking a sweat. Brian had underestimated him, and consequently, played right into his hands. Now the real fun would begin.

"Alright, man." Brian said after he'd gotten his breath back. "You won. What you want? A sandwich or a beer?"

"Maybe later," Derrick replied. "But for now, get on your knees."

"What?" Brian said quickly, caught off guard.

"You heard me, on your knees."

"Hell naw. You lost your fucking mind? I ain't with that fag shit."

"I won. A deal's a deal. You said anything. This is the thing I choose. Now, get on your knees."

Brian's eyes darted from side to side and then he made a quick decision, throwing a quick punch to the air to try to escape. But Derrick was way ahead of him, fending off the punch and twisting Brian's hand behind his back.

"Don't fuck with me, Brian. I will literally break your shit in half if you try that shit again. Now, for the last time, get on your fuckin knees."

He heard Brian's heavy breathing, him cursing under his breath, struggling to get out of the hold. 

"A'ight man! A'ight!" He finally screamed, the pain getting to him, and Derrick let him go.

"A'ight. Let's go inside."

"Here."

Brian shook his head fiercely. "Hell naw. I got neighbors."

"I don't give a damn about your neighbors. They can come over here and suck my dick too if they wanna. So get on the ground and put this meat in your mouth."

Brian let out a heavy sigh, and then he slumped his shoulders in defeat, sinking to the ground. He was positioned right in front of Derrick's crotch, and he could see his dick hardening to create a bulge in his pants.

He unzipped his pants slowly, the jeans parting to reveal a pair of black briefs, tightening by the second. Brian looked up at Derrick, fearful, and Derrick nodded his head downward. Brian pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and Derrick stepped out of them, parting his legs to give him complete access. And then Brian touched it, the palm of his hand just barely making contact, and Derrick's dick sprang up, it's dark head standing straight against his stomach.

He pulled his dick free of his boxers, holding his massive nine inch dick out like a sword. He slapped it across Brian's face, parting his glans back to touch his lips.

"Open your mouth." Derrick commanded, and Brian tentatively opened his mouth. 

Derrick smacked the very tip of his head around his open mouth, letting his dick just barely touch his oral cavity. 

"Lick it." He demanded forcefully, and Brian's tongue slid out slowly, grazing the tip of his head.

"If you do it like that, we'll be here all day," Derrick commented languidly, and Brian touched his tongue to the tip again, this time swirling his tongue around the head. 

He flicked his tongue across Derrick's piss slit and then he wrapped one hand around the thick dick, licking its underside.

"Shit." Derrick let out a soft groan as Brian used his mouth to get his dick wet. 

"Enough of that," Derrick told him, placing a hand on his own dick. "Suck it." 

He fed his dick into Brian's mouth, sliding it in and out of his wet cavern.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he put Brian's hand back on his dick, and Brian slowly bobbed up and down on it, taking about three inches in his mouth before taking it out and licking on the head again.

"Hey," Derrick shouted, opening his eyes and looking down at him, "Keep this meat in your mouth before I bend you over and make you take this meat like the 'lil bitch you are." 

Brian whimpered, opening his mouth to shove Derrick's swollen cock back inside. He locked his jaw to create suction, and then he bobbed up and down on Derrick's snake with renewed vigor, taking it about halfway in before gagging and pulling it out of his mouth with an audible pop.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Derrick asked. 

"Did I tell you to—ahh, shit..." Derrick groaned when he felt Brian's mouth on his left ball.

He grasped the whole thing between his lips, and then he sucked into the heat of his mouth, lolling his tongue around it. 

"Damn, bitch." Derrick said, grabbing Brian's head. "That's right. Suck daddy's balls. Show him how much you love it." 

Brian suddenly switched, taking the right ball into his mouth and showing it the same attention he'd shown the left. Then he pulled both of them into his mouth, and Derrick's knees buckled.

"Fuck. If I'd known your bitch ass liked sucking my dick this much, I would have let you taste it a long time ago." 

Brian couldn't take anymore. He let Derrick's balls fall from his mouth, pulling his head back.

"A'ight, man. I'm done."

"The hell you are," Derrick said with a laugh, and then he grabbed the back of Brian's head and shoved it on his dick. 

Brian gagged as he suddenly had all ten inches of big black cock down his throat, his nose buried in Derrick's dick hair. And then Derrick started fucking his face, his dick flying in and out of Brian's mouth as Brian kneeled in front of him, his mouth open in humiliation.

"Shit." Derrick huffed, his dick sawing through Brian's mouth. 

"Fuck." He screamed as his dick hit the back of Brian's throat again and again." 

He kept the back of his hands glued to Brian's head, his dick thrusting in and out like a piston, his balls slapping against his chin.

"Take this dick. Shit. Shit. Ahh, fuck..." He cried out as his balls tightened. "Oh yeah, you like daddy's dick. You're such a good bitch. You're making daddy cum." 

At the mention of the word "cum", Brian pulled his head back.

Derrick laughed, forcing his head back onto his dick. "You want this cream, don't you? The nut from this dick got your mouth watering. Shit. Fuck. Take...this...dick...in...FUCK!" 

His dick erupted in three, four, five spurts of heavy white cream, and his knees gave out. He leaned forward, his hand still on the back of Brian's head and they fell together, his balls pressed against his chin as Derrick straddled his face.

"Ahhh fuck." Derrick exhaled. He looked down at Brian, his cum dripping from the side of his mouth. 

Derrick grasped his softening dick, running it through the globs of semen. He rubbed it across Brian's mouth. 

"Clean it up."

Brian stuck his tongue it, circling it around Derrick's cum covered head. He opened his mouth to suck it off, cleaning the underside with a few flicks of his tongue. When he'd finished, he let Derrick's dick fall from his mouth, the nut trapped inside.

"Swallow it."

Brian shook his head, and Derrick struck his hand across Brian's face. "Be a good bitch and swallow Daddy's cum. You know you want my cream churning inside of you. 

"Swallow it," he commanded again, and Brian held his lips shut and gulped it down.

"Good, girl," Derrick commented, standing up so that Brian was no longer pinned. "Get up."

Brian stood to his feet, wiping his hand across his mouth, his head downcast. Derrick walked behind him, his crotch against Brian's full ass, and his dick jumped. 

"Damn," he started, positioning his dick between Brian's ass cheeks. 

"I just can't get enough of you," he whispered, running his hands down Brian's jean-clad muscular ass.

He cupped one hand around a supple cheek, letting his other hand run over Brian's chest and abs. 

"I think we should go inside," he whispered, slipping his fingers inside the very tip of Brian's jeans. 

He ran his fingers through Brian's course hair, abruptly pulling them out and smacking his ass.

"Now, get your fine ass in there and drop 'em."

Inside, with a chuckle Derrick walked around behind Brian, bent over doggy-style with his jean and underwear down. Placing both of his hands on Brian's ass, he pried apart the two cheeks until Brian's tiny anus was revealed. The puckered ring spammed as he leaned over Brian's prostrate form and pressed his massive pipe against Brian's asshole.

Derrick spit loudly into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed it around the huge dome of his dick. Even though he liked women, jail made him realize his love of dick. He'd found that a dude's asshole was nearly as good as a virgin's tight pussy.

Rubbing the cock-head until it glistened he stuck his middle finger in his mouth so that it was coated with his saliva, then with the other hand he reached down to part Brian's butt cheeks. Brian winced and started to struggle even more, pleading with Derrick to stop, but Derrick ignored him as he pried his booty meant apart and spied the tiny puckered ring of Brian's anus. Then he pressed the tip of his middle finger against his tight sphincter, feeling it contract tightly at his touch, and began to push against it. Brian screamed as his fingertips forced its way into his anus; slowly inexorably the tip disappeared into the orifice up to the first segment of his finger.

"Agggghhhhhh! Shit, muthafucka!!" Brian screamed as Derrick crammed more and more of his finger, which felt like it was ten times bigger than it really was the rest of the way up his ass.

He grunted when Derrick's knuckle pressed into crack of his ass, his rectum flared with hot pain as his boy started to twist his finger around his taut passage; he arched his back off the couch as his sphincter gave way to the finger. This only made Derrick dig his finger in deeper into his ass, fighting to keep up his hood demeanor. Brian's dick was stiffening to full hardness as his insides were continually stroked. 

"Agggghhhhhh!"

"Not so tough now? And you all bricked up too!" Derrick chuckled as he watched Brian's cock swell between his legs. 

Brian's own cock swayed and jerked as he felt Brian's rectum pull and squeeze at his finger as he jerked it in and out. He pulled it out for a second to join it.

"Yeah, nigga, you like having my finger up your ass? Making you real horny, isn't it?"

Brian buried his face into the arm of the couch as he felt his cock throbbing hotly between his legs, jerking each time in response to Derrick's finger thrusting up his ass. Each time Derrick's finger jabbed him into his rectum would set off a new wave of hot pleasure through. He could do nothing, but lie there and submit to it, his friend had him and his ass.

"W- -what are you doing?" Brian asked in a thick raspy voice, turning his head to look over his shoulder as Derrick leaned over him and cupped his ass in his meaty hands. 

He gasped as he felt something huge pressed against his ass, realizing that Derrick was about to fuck him. He started to scream as his friend began to probe his ass with quick jabs of his hips. The huge bulbous head slowly pressed against his tight sphincter and he started to groan as it felt like something the size of a baseball bat was being slowly pushed up his ass.

He thrashed wildly on the couch in a vain attempt to get away, but all he did was prolong the inevitable. He moaned suddenly when Derrick brought all his weight down on top of him, shoving his hips forward against him as he rammed his cock inside his ass. Brian screamed as his body was hit with by white-hot pain. He felt Derrick grab him by the shoulders and drive him down onto the couch, and then he felt the jailbird pressed his crotch fully into his ass. The pain turned to pleasure quickly and Brian moaned aloud.

"Yeah, moan for me, nigga! Mmhm, you like this dick in ya ass, huh?!" Derrick taunted as he continued his merciless attack on his friend's rectum.

Derrick paused a moment in his assault, his big muscular frame shiny with sweat as he looked down at Brian with pleasure on his face. He gripped Brian around the waist and began to push with his hips again all the while watching as his dick slip inside. His shaft was so lubed with spit with Brian's blowjob that he easily slid his ten inch cock all the way up his boy's ass. Derrick grunted with satisfaction when his bulbous sac was slapping up against the Brian's trembling thighs.

"Damn, you got a tight ass, nigga!"

The brutal impact of the Derrick's pelvis on his upturned buttocks sent hot flashes of pain up his bowels; he grabbed the couch as hard as he could as he was yanked back and forth. He clenched his teeth as Derrick's nails dug into the flesh of his ass as the enormous cock rammed in and out of his ass, the shaft tearing at the tender flesh of his rectum until finally the pain began to fade. Slowly the intense stabbing pain in his ass dulled to a low throb and stretched to accommodate Derrick's massive prick, before long the huge cock was sliding effortlessly in and out of his ass.

Brian was soon grunting and groaning as Derrick humped in and out, pulling his cock nearly all the way out of his ass before slamming it back home, his huge balls slapping against Brian's testicles. Before long Brian felt his own cock swelling to full erectness all on its own, he blushed with shame as he was slowly aroused by the heated massage of his prostate. Finally he just surrendered to the sensations, allowing himself to go completely limp and not resist as the bigger man rode him for all he was worth.

"Yeah, you really gettin' into now, ain't you, bitch?" He smacked Brian's hard on the ass to punctuate his last statement.

Almost immediately Derrick was rewarded with a definite affirmative as Brian started to hump his ass off the couch, ramming his ass backwards as he thrust his giant cock forward, taking all ten inches of Derrick's cock up his tight ass. Derrick grinned as he realized that he had fully broken the will of his friend as Brian was now eagerly taking all of the Derrick's big black meat and wanted more. Derrick picked up the pace of his thrusts, violently ramming his huge cock in and out of Brian's ass until it was a blur. Then after a few minutes he hunched over his friend, his huge frame stiffening as he threw his head back and roared as he started to nut in his boy's ass.

"Agggghhhhhh, yeah! I'm cumming! Here it comes, bitch! Here comes my nut! Agggghhhhhh!"

Brian stiffened as Derrick collapsed on top of him, driving his immense hard-on all the way up his ass as the first load of hot sperm exploded from his cock. He gasped as he felt his ass suddenly flood with Derrick's full load of thick, hot semen, then another load followed and another.

His friend lay there breathing hard as Derrick continued to pump load after load into his booty until it seemed he could not hold anymore. Then the huge man slowly drew his thick hose out of his boy's anus, spewing the last few loads onto Brian's quivering buttocks. Derrick stood behind Brian panting as his massive erection finally deflated as he watched his thick semen ooze out of Brian's twitching ass.




Fresh Out



"Damn, it's good to out of jail." Derrick groaned, knowing Brian's ass was his from now on.



Fresh Out Ch. 02



Neville awoke with a start. His head throbbed, as did his groin but despite his discomfort a slow smile crept across his face. He hadn't been dreaming, he was free and spent most of the night before with Tyler rocking each other's world. When they were both thoroughly spent and exhausted, he lay back and found tears in his eyes. Tyler wiped them and held him tight until he fell asleep. That Nina Simone song his grandmother sang when he was a child echoed in his mind as he slid out from beneath Tyler's thick forearm. He lean down and gave the man a soft kiss on his forehead before he stumbled into the bathroom. It was a new dawn and a new day, and Neville felt damn good about it. He shut the door softly to make water, reveling in the simple privacy the cheap wood composite door provided, and quietly washed his hands all the while with a huge grin plastered across his chocolate brown face. He admired his body in the mirror, still naked, his hand caressing the places Tyler had kissed last night. When his fingers traced a string of dried cum he decided that another shower might be in order and laughed to himself. It felt like forever since he had been allowed to make such a simple decision for himself and it only made him smile harder.

With the water scorching against his skin, Neville took his time washing every ripple, luxuriating in the fresh smelling lather of the motel soap. Tyler had offered to grab him a bottle of body wash but the bar provided each room was good enough for now. His carnal needs satisfied at the moment Neville shook off the urge to stroke his heavy manhood. He doubted it would rise if he tried, instead delighted in the pleasure of plain old hot shower. Curiosity rose up as he washed the cleft of his ass. His finger grazed his hole he felt a familiar stirring in his balls. He'd never tried it but he had almost always been interested to know what it felt like to be full. He had been too afraid to even try, given his environment, but he would deny himself no longer. Just before he pushed the tip of his thick middle finger inside he thought maybe this could be something to share with someone special. He decided that at the moment Tyler was that someone. Funny how the thought of him got him going again, but in a purely sexual way. Neville understood his feelings to be mostly platonic with a shade of lust attached to it. He had no illusions of a happily ever after with Tyler, though the older man did offer his services for Neville's exploratory purposes and the younger man planned to cash in on it.

Just as he was about to shut the water off, Neville heard a soft tap on the door then it opened. The same smile on his face, he turned to find a smirking Tyler with his hand massaging below his balls.

"Fucking hell Nev I ain't been this sore in years," he said as he stepped into the shower beneath the water. Neville liked how he didn't ask for an invitation, nor did he seek any sort of affection though Neville didn't stop his hand from cupping the still red ass cheek of the 40-something contractor. "I figure we share what's left of the hot water so we can hit the road faster..."

"Hey bud its ok if you just want to check me out again," he grumbled playfully as he himself stole glances at the furred torso and hard rounded belly that Tyler sported. "I mean that's the least I can do with you being so generous last night. I'll even wash your back."

"Guess that's that bit of jerk that Paris says shows up with you sometimes," Tyler said with a laugh as he began to scrub his head under the water. Neville laughed as he began to soap Tyler's back and chest, his hands lingering at the hollows of his hips. With just his fingertips he traced the indentation almost to Tyler's sack causing the other man to shudder and moan softly. "And you accuse me of ulterior motives," Tyler said with a chuckle as he turn to face Neville, he didn't say anything but got down to his knees. Dark brown locked with gray as he kissed the trimmed bush at the base of Tyler's thickness.

"I just want to show you how appreciative I am," Neville said sincerely as he run his tongue up and down the length of his shaft all the while his hands massaged the backs Tyler's thick legs. He nuzzled his nose under Tyler's sack, that despite the four or five loads the middle-aged man let loose the night before were still rather tight to his body. Neville tried to get both the golf ball sized testicals into his wide mouth but found that he rather liked having them one at a time. He gave both a proper tongue bath before he let his tongue slip behind them and rotate around that tender spot between them and the heaven that was his asshole. Tyler tensed and grabbed the wall at that ministration, thrust his hips forward.

"Please," he mumbled and Neville smiled. He liked that the other man was enjoying himself. He had performed oral sex on women and had always found it a chore, a necessary evil, but with Tyler he found himself moaning as well. His own manhood was stiff against his abdomen as he slowly engulfed the other man's shaft. 

They found him a quick study the night before, Neville took to deep throating like a fish to water. He barely gagged the first time he took Tyler to his base and now he could even work his throat around the dripping head of his cock. This morning he wanted to endure a little more use to his newly deflowered throat. He look up at Tyler as he bobbed up and down, pausing at the tip to flip his tongue against his pee slit. In a motion so sudden it nearly knocked Tyler off balance, Neville took both the man's rough hands and put them on his head as he quickly swallowed him down to his base. An almost evil grin spread across Tyler's face as he caught his meaning.

"Oh is that right big fella," Tyler moaned as he adjusted his grip on the bald head before him and bent his knees a little for better leverage. "And here I thought you'd be a big bull top. Could my old radar be off after all these years? The way you got that ass of yours perked up and swaying side to side got me thinking I might be wrong." The whole time he spoke, Tyler slowly worked his shaft in and out of those full lips, reveling in the softness and trying to counteract the effects of the strong suction behind them. The longer he went on the less he believed Neville's inexperience. He wouldn't call him a liar but there had to be something he wasn't telling, because no one could be this good this fast. Ten strokes in Tyler lost the ability to think altogether, ceased his attempts to take it easy on the new throat and began to fuck his mouth with authority. He ignored the muffled gurgles and gags that Neville made as the man never pushed him away. It seemed to Tyler that Neville might like the rough stuff and the thought made him smile just before he realized how close he was to the edge. He tried to dislodge the hungry mouth from his cock as he felt his balls begin to boil but Neville was much stronger than him and held on tight, pulling him so that his head was against the shower wall. Again Tyler got his meaning and pounded away, each stroke becoming more erratic as he inched close to his crest.

"Mmmm big fella must be hungry," he grunted as he grabbed the back of Neville's thick neck and drove his cock to the back of his throat. "Well you better not waste a drop piggy 'cause here it comes!" 

With a grunt of affirmation Neville closed his eyes and relaxed his throat to take it all as he was told. Tyler watched him from above marveling at how the bigger man could relinquish himself to his pleasures. He thought he might appreciate a taste and pulled himself back so just his tip remain behind those lips he lusted over. And appreciate it Neville did with a deep guttural moan he gabbled down the last of Tyler's five shots , not losing a drop.

"Don't swallow it all," Tyler growled quickly as his hand went to Neville's throat, pulled a little, and Neville stood. Tyler didn't waste any time pressing the other man to the wall and driving his tongue into his mouth. With his other hand he situated Neville's stiffness between his own thigh and it nestled nicely beneath his empty balls. Neville didn't need an invitation to begin to thrust as they made out hard, his giant hands groping Tyler's ass roughly as they passed his load back and forth. It wasn't long before Neville lost his load, his cries muffled in Tyler's mouth.

"Fuck that was awesome," he whispered breathlessly, his voice a little harsh from the abuse his throat took but Neville could have cared less.

"I like an honest man," Tyler said with a smirk as he dipped back under the water to finish washing himself. He was quick about it, by the time Neville recovered Tyler was already stepping out. "I'm gonna see about some breakfast and check out, meet you out front." A grunt was all Neville could muster as he finished rinsing off.

Clean enough, Neville lumbered back into the room and tripped over a bag that had been right in front of the door. A little nylon gym bag that fell open when Neville kicked it, out came a tooth brush and tooth paste. He sat down on the bed and scooped the bag up into his lap. With the bag pulled all the way open, Neville dumped it out beside him. A card came out last with his name facing up at him, almost like it was intentional. He laughed before he even noted the hand writing, He flipped it over and ran his fingers over the ink drawing on the bottom of the envelope. A cartoon of him busting out of prison complete with striped jumpsuit and a cartoony bandit mask. He opened it carefully, not wanting to rip the drawing and slipped the note out.

To my little brother/cousin,

You know I'm not one for sentiments but I want you to know that I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't make the trip but the little guy wouldn't wait for you like the rest of us. I'm so proud of you for making the choice to step out from under the Sinclair thumb and I promise to help you make that transition as smooth as possible. Unfortunately, me and the baby are stuck in the hospital for the next few days so I sent all your stuff to Tyler so you can get situated there. I hope you're ok with that to by the way, we just figured it might be better for you for now. If not by all means come join the St. Germaines in our coming war against poop and spit up, I'm sure we could use your assistance. I can't wait to see you.

With Love,

Paris

Oh yeah, I figured you might want to burn that outfit you went in with so I packed you this bag for a quick change. 

With a smile he folded the note and slipped it back into the envelope. The gray boxer briefs almost made Neville cry as he pulled them on. They smelled of fabric softener, lavender he thought, and the soft cotton hugged his package just so. He hated the boxers the prison provided. Aside from the fact that they weren't exclusively "his", they were rough against his skin and provided no support. He was fairly certain the prison laundry system didn't include detergent either since he often got shorts with stains of various origins. The sweat pants were gray too but he didn't care, they weren't orange or khaki, two colors he didn't think he could ever wear again. There was a t-shirt and tank top too, the tank he put on the t-shirt he tucked into the back pocket of his sweats. Deodorant and lotion applied, Neville kicked the pile of his old clothes away from his boots and stepped into him. He started to grab them but stopped, he didn't want anything of that old life so he left them where they lay. After shoving the rest of his care package back in the bag, Neville left the room truly a free man. 

*****

He was exhausted after all the riding, not sleepy but the high of freedom had worn off and now came the wariness. He let out a breath he felt like he'd been holding since they'd pulled away from the motel. Tyler looked over at him smiling but he didn't say anything allowing him the pleasure of silence. Silence he knew Neville might need. They left the interstate to a connecting local route and took that to a long narrow country road. Tyler's house was at the very end behind a ranch style wooden fence and a dirt driveway that might have been a mile long.

"Like your privacy huh?" Neville asked not really looking for an answer and Tyler laughed.

"It's more the space than anything big fella," he said as he pulled up in front of the garage. Tyler had done a little time himself, not as long as Neville but enough that closed spaces brought on an uneasiness akin to claustrophobia. "Plus I can walk around in nature au naturale if you know what I mean?" That brought the corners of Neville's full lips up into a smile.

"Sounds good to me," he said to Tyler as the two got out of his truck. Just as they got to the stairs the front door opened and three rather large muttish dogs came running out towards the older man. They pretty much ignored Neville as they rushed their owner, jumping up to put paws to his chest. As Tyler began his introductions Neville's attention was stolen by an olive skinned shirtless man. He was tall, almost as tall as Neville but he wasn't nearly as bulky. Somewhere between wiry and lean, his abdominal muscles were taught below his ribs and his pecks were flat but well defined. He must have been staring because Tyler cleared his throat with a smirk.

"I didn't think you would be back so soon. I just started dinner. Won't be done for at least an hour," said the young man through supple pink lips framed in scruffy five o'clock shadow. He came down off the porch with his hand extended in greeting, those lips pulled into a sly grin. He had noticed Neville's staring as well. "I'm Gianni and you must be Neville."

"Mm hmm," was all Neville could muster, his brain still working out a way to see through his low slung checkered chef pants. After a nudge from Tyler Neville took Gianni's offered hand and shook it loosely. "Ummm... uh... yeah I'm Neville," he said after a while.

With a laugh Tyler said, "Why don't you go put a shirt on boy so the big fella can think straight?" They all laughed at that, even Neville. It seemed to snap him out of his ogling enough for them to make it into the house.

Gianni disappeared upstairs while Tyler gave a quick tour of the two story country style house. The porch wrapped all the way around to a wide back deck where a set of sliding glass doors led to a professional style kitchen complete with a double oven, 6 burner gas range, and grill/ flap top combo. Suspended above a center island was a metal pot rack. The island itself was shelved on all sides and contained every cooking gadget Neville had ever seen and some he couldn't name. He could barely boil water himself but like any other man of his stature, Neville appreciated a good meal.

"It smells like heaven in here," he said feeling his stomach grumble under his T-shirt. He felt the back of a hand pat his rounded abs and smiled thinking it was Tyler but he looked up to find Gianni as he passed between the two men. He peeked into the top oven and Neville spied one of his favorites, rack of lamb.

"Shouldn't be much longer," he said before he turned to the stove. "You know it creeps me out when you watch me Ty." With that he glanced over his shoulder and gave a wink at Neville that made him blush. Tyler chuckled and led Neville to the living room that looked like any other in a bachelor pad.

An oversized leather sectional dominated the room situated around a huge TV mounted above a fire place. On the walls on either side were countless movies and other electronic entertainment equipment. Off the living room was a dining room that Neville assumed got only minimal use given what little time Tyler took pointing it out. From there they went up the stairs to a loft area that seemed to act as a second living area. There were a couple of guitars on stands on one corner and a drum set. A love seat and an easy chair that looked way more comfortable than the sofa downstairs were arranged around a more modest TV set. After passing four other doors they came to the end of the hall.

"And this'll be you for as long as you like. Me and Gianni got you a few things too..."

"So is he like... Are you and him... Did I..." Tyler looked at him confused at first, his light eyes squinted, head tilted to the side before he burst out laughing.

"Oh God no," he said after he collected himself. "Came to me not too long after he was 16. Had a falling out with his family that resulted in a few cracked ribs and a broken nose, among other things. That was almost 10 years ago. We might have similar tastes but my interest in him is closer to paternal than anything else. I don't think you're ready for that kinda trouble anyway." He chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Make yourself at home, get comfortable, relax and what not. I'm sure Gianni won't let you miss dinner." With a snort Tyler left Neville to his own devices. As he left, he started to close the door behind him but Neville grabbed the knob.

"Let's say we leave that open a while," he said in a rush and Tyler smiled.

Alone for the first time in years Neville really didn't know what to do with himself. He had the feeling that if he thought to long about it he just might cry. So he decided not to, instead he set to putting his things away. He didn't know how long he would be there but Neville felt more comfortable in this house than he ever had at the place he grew up. The king sized bed was immaculately made with more pillows than he thought he needed and when he touched the sheets he moaned they were so soft. There were two doors, one of which he assumed was the closet. He opened it anyway and found four 35 gallon storage containers stacked two high against the walls of the walk-in closet. This must have been the stuff that Paris sent and he couldn't imagine what she might have packed into the dark blue bins. Tyler had told him to make himself at home so, Neville figured why not put his things away. He chuckled to himself at the flutters such a mundane task brought to the pit of his stomach. 

How refolding boxers and rolling up socks could bring such joy was beyond him so he didn't spend much time figuring it out. He just went with it, whistling and humming old R & B songs that his father played on Saturday mornings while he did yard work. Music his mother, well step-mother, called the "devil's whispers". He didn't spend much time on them either, not wanting to dampen his good spirits, so he pushed on to the next bin and the next until he was on the last one that was filled with dressier clothes. Button-down shirts, slacks, and a sports jacket that had him shaking his head. He'd probably never wear it but Paris obviously wanted him to be prepared for anything his new life might take him. In search of hangers he left his room just in time to walk into Gianni, and this time it was him caught in a stutter.

"Hey...uh...I wa...ummm...dinner's ready," he said finally, his tongue at the corner of his mouth. Neville dipped his head a little to catch those light green eyes and smiled when they met his. He fought the urge to make his pecks jump as he was apt to do when he felt himself being appraised.

"Sure lemme just get a shirt on," Neville said with a wink. That seemed to shake Gianni out of his stutter. 

"Whatever dude," He said as he headed back down the stairs. Neville smiled at his back, a moment too long as Gianni reached the landing he looked up and caught him. He made a face, one eyebrow raised with his head cocked to the side. "You know I meant tonight right?"

He was an ass and Neville liked that. As he dressed he came to the decision that trying to bed Gianni could make his home life more difficult than he would like so he swore to himself to keep their relationship as hands off as he could manage. He left his boots in the closet and went to join the other guys at the kitchen table.




Fresh Out Ch. 02



The rest of the night went along smoothly as the men got acquainted over lamb, roasted potatoes, and grilled asparagus. Tyler joked that with another belly in the house he'd have to give up taking leftovers for the next day's lunch to which Gianni said he'd figure something out. As it was, there was nothing left but dishes by the time the guys left the table. Tyler loaded up the dishwasher and Gianni got the guys another round of drinks. Beer for Neville, scotch for Tyler, and another glass of red wine for himself. They adjourned to the back deck and Tyler broke out a few cigars for them to celebrate they're "dysfunctional family's new addition". They got to know each other while they kept their buzz on and laughed at the dogs' playful brawl over the lamb bones. By the time Tyler announced his departure it had to be well past midnight.

"No funny business fellas," he said to both of them but his eyes remained on Gianni for an extra minute or so. After the younger man waved him off, Tyler bid them both good night and went inside, followed by his pack as he called the dogs.

The guys sat in silence for a while, a surprisingly relaxed silence it seemed to Neville. Just a few hours ago he was had been thinking that the olive skinned hottie might be his undoing, now he thought he'd found a friend. A much needed one since most from his old life had shunned his decision to live how he choose. He figured that might bond them together, that awful feeling of being ostracized by all you found familiar in your life. They were only a couple years apart and no matter how great Tyler was, he was still almost as old as his father and Neville figured that he and Gianni might have a bit more in common.

"So when did you know," Gianni asked him as he got up to change seats. He moved a little tree stump next to the hammock on Neville's right. Before he sat he fished out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one and eased his way down onto to the nylon ropes. His feet were bare and he crossed his legs at the ankles, one hand behind his head the other busy with the back and forth of his nicotine habit. "Me, I always knew, like for real always. Like my first crush was on Dragon Ball Z, always knew. I never denied it to myself but given my ultra- Catholic family and four older brothers I didn't go screaming it from mountain tops either, you know?"

"So what happened?"

"No my friend I asked first," he said with a smirk and Neville obliged him.

"I think I always did to but I was in complete denial about it. You think Catholics are bad, trying growing up with a Witness and a Baptist. As far as my mo...step-mom was concerned I was going to hell anyway for playing sports and what not, my father was coming too for being so proud of me. We could never do right as far as she was concerned but for a long time, like forever, I tried. Really I did, nearly lost my mind trying to be someone I wasn't. Don't get me wrong I loved playing football but that's about it and when I lost my scholarship I went crazy from the idleness. That's how I ended up a wheel man. It was the first thing I've ever been good at that I chose to do. Fucked up it's illegal but I think that was the beginning of me being me." He found he was breathless when he was finished, like he was rushing through a confessional and the sigh that came when he was done wasn't lost on Gianni.

"Felt good to say all that out loud didn't it," he said sincerely and Neville laughed. They were quiet again for a little bit and again it was Gianni who broke the silence. "My youngest middle brother had this friend, Jeremy Buchanan, and oh fuck did I love him. Carmine was always the nicest to me, he's two years older, and he'd always let me tag along with him and his buddies. Jeremy wasn't his best friend but he was always around and he was even nicer to me than my brother. Defended me when the big boys picked on me, always picked me for his teams. I decided somewhere around 16 that he was probably like me, gay I mean. I didn't say anything to him or anybody else but I knew it and eventually I found out I was right. He came to the 18th birthday party my brothers threw for me. I'm the youngest so my bros got me a keg and a bottle of Boone's and I was feeling all the courage in the world.

Long story short I kissed him, my first kiss, behind his pick up. It was quick and we almost got caught but it was enough to show both of us that we wanted more than a few sweaty basketball games. We knew what we were doing would be trouble if anybody found out but we were careful. My family just assumed that because we were in school together and on the team that we just got closer. They didn't know that whenever I slept over his house we'd share a sleeping bag and make out 'til the wee hours of the morning. Didn't know that the first hickey they teased me about for weeks came from him. That wasn't the only first we had. I was so lucky, most guys don't get the chance to share all their first with someone who loves them the way Jer loved me. 

"We took to camping out in his pick up the summer after I graduated. I didn't know what I was going to do without him so we were attached at the hip for those last few months. I'm not sure how my brothers found out but they did and came to confront us one morning while we were swimming at the pond." For the first time Gianni paused but only to light another cigarette and empty the wine bottle into his glass. Neville noticed his eyes shining a little but figured it was the wine and didn't think much of it, or the fact that he hadn't really looked his way since he started talking about Jeremy.

"That was the only time I denied who I am to anybody, but he didn't. He told them he loved me and that he wouldn't stop even if I wasn't ready to tell them. I couldn't take that kind of pressure and I did the worst thing I could have, I denied him. Denied I loved him, that I wanted to be with him forever, called him names. I was immature and it was awful and if he never forgave me I would have understood...but he did. Even before he was grown Jeremy was the best man I've ever known. I think he would have been okay had my brothers not told the town that he had...that he...but he wasn't. He couldn't live with everybody believing he was some kind of monster. He didn't even blame me and I think that hurt the worst..."

"He's gone isn't he," Neville asked before he could stop himself. The quiet tears and shaky hands were evidence enough without him needing to say the words. It didn't matter anyway because Gianni didn't say, just nodded his head.

"I got a letter from him a few days after his dad found him hanging and they didn't even tell me. My parents wouldn't let me go to his funeral and that's when I lost it. My dad called him a no good faggot and I tried to put my fist through his brain. I wailed on him until my mother called my brothers and they jumped on me. I got away and ran til I couldn't anymore, ended up at one of Ty's jobsites and started squatting until he found me and took me home. We were there long enough for my dad to call me a worthless abomination to his gene pool and break my nose. Tyler brought me home after that, made me finish school, gave me a job until I figured out what I wanted to do with myself, and when I did he helped me get my first food truck. Now I'm working on a third on my own."

"So it gets better," Neville said with a sigh and Gianni laughed, heartily.

"Yeah...yeah, it does. It already started right. New digs, new job..."

"New friends," Neville added with a smirk and Gianni rolled his eyes.

"Those too. I'm sure you heard it from Ty but the same goes for me, I'm here for you. I wasn't sure when he told me but meeting you tonight I know there's a good heart under all that muscle. Not everybody deserves second chances but you do. Don't fuck it up thinking with that hammer you got swing between your legs."

"Wait, who told you about BamBam?"

With that they both laughed and went inside. Almost as soon as he laid down, Neville was lost to his subconscious. And his door remained open.



Fresh Out Ch. 03



Neville sat alone on the front steps, well mostly alone. Bruiser, the alpha of the pack lounged beside him, his massive head in Neville's lap. In the two weeks since he'd moved in the big bull mastiff/Rottweiler mix had become his near constant companion around the house. Tyler said they were kindred spirits. "Misunderstood and too big for your own good the both of you." He took to sleeping in his room almost immediately, which lead very quickly to Neville's bed. Tyler apologized profusely at first but Neville assured him he didn't mind. In truth he was elated. He'd never been allowed a pet in his childhood and once he was on his own, Neville's lifestyle didn't permit him time to properly care for an animal. Now he sat with his new best bud, slowly sipping a beer and watching the sun move slowly beneath the horizon.

It had been a near perfect day. The guys and Paris had thrown him a sort of welcome home barbeque, invited all the friends he didn't know he still had and some new ones from work. Not many of his family came, mostly because Neville begged Paris to invite none but the cherished few and even some of them didn't show. He got a few calls beforehand but that didn't matter, those who showed filled him with enough love for the rest. All in all about 30 people came to help celebrate his release, and coming out as Gianni kept reminding him. The most surprising guest was his great-aunt who told him of an uncle he never knew he had, her brother, who killed himself in his twenties for being "the same kind of different," as she put it. "Ain't nothing wrong with loving who you want to love as long as they can say they love you back." Wise words from a woman who'd lived almost a hundred years, Neville figured if she could get over it then so should everyone else in his old life.

He sipped his beer and contemplated what might have perfected the almost impeccable day. Paris had offered to call him up until she left her house that morning but Neville wouldn't have it. It had been years since they'd spoken, even before his incarceration. Before Neville lost his scholarship and made his brief venture into a life of crime. It had been about a girl, or so Neville tried to convince himself at the time. Over the years of separation he'd given up that notion but it wasn't until he sat down to write the letter to Paris that he admitted the truth. Neville had been in love with his oldest friend.

Neville Sinclair met Brion MacIntosh before either boy could remember. Their fathers were buddies and wanted their sons to share the bond so before they could even walk the boys played together. They shared everything from the start. There was video of Brion trying to give a crying Neville the pacifier from his own mouth when they were a little less than a year old. Neville gave him the nickname that had stuck with them until adulthood, "Breeze" because he couldn't quite say Brion. They were on every team together organized or otherwise. All the kids at school knew they were a package deal, if you picked Neville you picked Brion by default which wasn't a bad deal since they were both athletically adept at an early age. It just so happened that Neville had always been the bigger of the two but what he lacked in stature Brion made up for with speed and heart. By the time they made it to high school the boys bond was almost brotherly. Almost because by then, Neville had begun to have some very different feelings about Breeze. Feelings that only intensified when they left for college but by then Neville had already recognized them for what they were and did a pretty good job of hiding the possessiveness that came with them. Even when Breeze began to question why Neville always found fault in the girls he dated, he kept up the act.

It was their sophomore year when Breeze introduced Neville to Soleil Dallier, a filthy little southern belle so charming that Neville almost believed her when she told him that they'd be the best of friends too. Hedging her bets was what she was doing, figuring that if she strung them both along then she could cash in with whomever landed in the better station. Neville's biggest mistake was not telling Brion immediately after she tried to kiss him. Well, she did kiss him but nothing happened, absolutely nothing. She was a beautiful girl, 5'10 with an ass that belonged on a women with twice her waist circumference and full supple breast only a twenty year old with no responsibilities could have. Her skin was honey toned as were her eyes and hair, she looked like her name and she knew it. So when there was not even the hint of a stir in Neville's package she put two and two together. She tried to use it as leverage to keep him from selling her out but when he couldn't promise not to say anything Soleil threw him under the bus. Well partially, she didn't say that he might be in love with Brion only that he'd made a pass at her. That could have been forgiven if Neville didn't so adamantly deny it but was unwilling to risk his world with the truth. He gambled on his friendship instead and lost. 

"Big as you is you still a fucking coward," was the last thing Brion MacIntosh said to his once best friend Neville Sinclair. He never heard Neville agree.

That was the beginning of his end. Stopped going to class and started partying. It wasn't long before he found that his steady hand and quick reflexes translated behind the wheel of a car. He raced and won most of that summer, then the weekend before he was to report to preseason a sore loser flipped his '99 Accord. Despite a broken leg, the loss of his scholarship and subsequent withdrawal from school the worse part of the whole ordeal was the knowledge that he would probably never see Brion again. They had already stop speaking but Neville could steal glances at him around campus, unfortunately he was usually with her but all good drugs have side effects.

"Hey man," came from behind him and Neville turned to see Gianni smiling down at him. His cheeks rosy and skin glistening from the heat, he came to lean on the railing beside Neville. "Some of the guys want to go boozing. Interested?"

"Naw bud, I'm all partied out," was Neville's response, trying unsuccessfully to hide the loneliness in tone. Gianni heard it and frowned but he didn't press, instead patted his shoulder.

"Ball tomorrow?"

That made Neville smile. "Of course." It had become a routine of theirs, a quick game of horse before Gianni went to man his truck at night. They'd talk about everything and nothing. Neville was certain he wasn't the only one in the house who needed a friend.

The house empty Neville set about keeping himself busy to keep his mind off the hole in his heart. Bruiser followed him around as he picked up the remnants of his own party. He didn't mind, he would have done anything to occupy himself at the moment. Something mindless so he didn't have to think about the number Paris texted him before she left. 

She said he was divorced now and without children as if that might have meant something. Neville laughed thinking of it as he had when she said it. He ran an athletic training facility for underprivileged children whose families couldn't afford the dues of travel teams. It seemed to Neville that Brion had done well enough in his life without him so what were the chances he'd want to reconnect with him. "If for nothing more than a tentative friendship, you should call him bruh," Artemis, Paris' husband, told him. "I mean, what's the worse he can do...hang up." He shrugged his shoulders to that as he changed into his basketball shorts and tank top. After grabbing another beer and letting the dogs out, Neville flopped down on the sofa in the loft to watch some sports news.

He must have fallen asleep, the dogs barking outside woke him with a start. How long it had been he didn't know but judging by the intensity of the howls, the pack was ready to settle for the night. Neville thought it odd they be at the front door but didn't think much of it until he opened it and saw them standing guard. There was a bat by the door and he grabbed the handle before he unlatched the deadbolt, ready for whatever the dogs might be holding back.

"Wassup fellas," he said to them as he came out onto the porch. Bruiser came up the stairs and sat at his feet. Neville followed his line of sight to a suv parked just outside the gate. It was too dark for him to recognize make or model but when he turned to go back inside, the driver tooted the horn and flipped the headlights. A bark from Bruiser sent his adopted brother and sister inside, though Venus and Mars stayed at the door. "Shall we investigate?" A short yelp and a nudge was his answer. Neville laughed and made his way down to the ground with Bruiser right beside him. He got halfway to the gate when the driver got out of the car. 

A man, about six feet and pretty well built was all Neville could make out with the headlights blinding him. He adjusted his grip on the bat as he slowed his pace. "Easy," he said in answer to Bruiser's low growl. 

"All that there muscle you still need a weapon and whatever the hell that is with you on four legs," the driver said and Neville stopped dead in his tracks. It couldn't have been, he had to have been dreaming because it couldn't have been him, not so nonchalant. Neville looked at the watch he wasn't wearing he was so thrown. It took him a moment but he decided to take it for what it was, dream or not.

"You mean this guy right here," he said with as much casualness as the driver said as he finished his journey to the gate to open it. "He ain't nothing but a teddy bear, don't let the growls fool you Breeze." And there he was, Neville had to fight to keep himself from snatching him up in his arms. Instead he stuck out his fist and Brion tapped it with his. He wanted desperately to see him, to see just how the years had treated him but he didn't want to assume anything. "This here's my new buddy Bruiser. Bruiser this my old buddy Breeze." Brion stuck out his hand for the dog to sniff, then lick. When Bruiser turned back to the house he looked to Neville and yelped again before he trotted off to the house. "So you want to come in or..."

"Naw boss I came all this way in the middle of the night to look at the gate." He was nervous, Neville knew and somehow that made him feel better about his owm sweaty palms. He hadn't changed much. "I should have came but...I didn't want..."

"You here," Neville said as he opened the gate. They rode back to the house in silence, not looking at each other. Neville couldn't stop his fingers from drumming against his thigh as Brion parked at the bottom of the driveway. 

They went inside and Neville offered him a drink but Breeze declined, still tense standing at the kitchen door. Neville smirked and grabbed two shot glass from the cabinet and put them on the island between them. Out came the cheap coffee flavored brandy the two shared as their first adult beverage at 16. He pour two shots and smiled at Brion. "Remember how sick we got when we thought we was too big for the milk." He slid the filled glass across the counter and left it to take his own. Neville didn't much care for the sweet liquor anymore but he always kept a bottle around just in case he felt nostalgic. Whenever missed Brion, he admitted to himself. 

"Got milk," was his smirking response and Neville laughed.

"Really?" Brion looked at him with furrowed 

brows as he down the shot. He closed his eyes and sucked in a long hard breath after he swallowed. Neville took the opportunity to look him over under the crisp white LED glow in the kitchen. He still looked the same, though his face might have rounded out a little and his goatee was bit fuller, Breeze was still just as much the pretty boy he'd been in their teens. He resented that moniker but it was true. He even sported a few tattoos now on his caramel colored skin to further his point on his chest and upper arms, but there was too much color for them to harden his clean cut image.

They moved to the living room and Neville turned on the television to fill the silence. The shot only softened the tension to apprehension. Perhaps it had been so long they had lost the ease with which their near constant banter seemed to come. Maybe their separation had grown them too far in the opposite direction. Neville was afraid of just that fact, the true source of his reluctance to reach out. Just as he was beginning to accept this visit as a sort of closure Brion cleared his throat.

"I wanted to come see you," He said but he didn't look at Neville as he spoke, his eyes remain on the overlarge screen. Open but not watching. Neither of them were. "Paris came to the gym when you...she thought I might...that you might..."He did look at him then, his dark brown eyes wet. "But, Soleil she flipped out about it. When I couldn't get on the list right away she figured I'd give up. I didn't and she just got nastier. Shit was already fucked, then she got pregnant and she figured I'd forget all about you. We found out it was a he and I wanted to name him Neville..."

"Paris said you guys didn't have any kids."

"Soleil has a son and he's named after his father," he said and laughed. "That's what you ask. The fact I wanted to name my first born son after you meant nothing."

"Well I mean I would have been honored had he been yours," Neville said quickly and hoped that Brion took it with the humor it was meant. "Really after all this time you'd still do that."

"What you mean? Just because we stopped speaking didn't mean you stopped being my best friend..."

"You stopped speaking to me..."

"Naw nigga you stopped speaking to me," He said a little louder than he meant to, after a deep breath he continued. "Yo, you moved out while I was in class. You think I ain't notice you avoiding me around campus. We went to the gym everyday together at the same time you think I ain't notice you switched times so we wouldn't cross paths."

"I figured it would be easier that way..."

"For who? Her or you cause wasn't nan one of y'all thinking bout my Black ass?" He was yelling again, sitting on the edge of the couch. His elbows on his knees, hands clasped together tight between them. He looked to Neville, his eyes hard and focused. Neville couldn't hold his gaze. "All these years and you still can't tell me what's real? That's what little you think of me, of us. And you know I felt bad about calling you a coward. I carry that around with me everyday, thinking that if something happened to you in there that that's the last memory you have of us...of me. Why can't you just tell me the truth?"

Neville was speechless and when he chanced a glance in his friend's direction he nearly broke from the tears he saw on his face. He wanted to to wipe them away, to kiss the trail that ran down his cheeks, but he held himself to his corner of the sofa. His mouth opened twice but he couldn't work the words out. Then Brion was standing up and Neville went with him. Before he could think about it, his hands were up. One grabbed the front of Brion's thin cotton v-neck, the other grabbed the back of his neck to pull their heads together. He watched their lips meet from outside his body, too much in shock to feel the electricity that passed between them in that moment. He collected himself just in time to feel Brion's mouth open to his and his tongue did not ignore the invitation. Nor did he ignore the lump that rubbed against his thigh or the hands that grasped his forearms, not pushing but holding.

He didn't have long to explore any further. The door flung open and in stumbled a thoroughly inebriated Gianni and mostly sober Tyler. "Hopefully that hammer is getting some...Oh shit!"

It was like Neville was on fire Brion pushed away from him so fast. Without a word he pushed pass the guys and was out the door. Neville was too busy smirking to follow until Tyler reminded him about the gate that they locked behind them. That got Neville moving with a bit of haste but he slowed his pace when he saw Brion's truck stopped just before it. As he walked Neville prepared himself to be spat on, cursed out, and/or punched but he couldn't stop smiling. 

"Still think I'm a coward," he said as he came up beside him, then stars danced in his vision but he wasn't knocked off his feet.

"What the fuck was that Neville," Brion barked at him, shaking the sting out of his hand. He stepped back a pace when Neville stood and spat blood. Braced himself for reciprocation. Instead he got laughter.

"I figured that might make a better memory..."

"I'm not gay Neville."

"But I am Brion," Neville said, choosing to ignore the lack of conviction that those words held. "And I've been wanting to do that since freshman year. I understand if knowing that is too much but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. And before you say it I'm not looking for that but you asked for the truth. Do with it what you will and I'll be good with whatever you decide." With that he opened the gate. Even as Brion got back behind the wheel, Neville hoped he wouldn't drive away. No such luck.

That didn't stop him grinning as he came back into the house to be greeted by catcalls from both men. It was Tyler that asked all the questions though.

"Was that him?" All Neville could do was nod. "And he let you kiss him?"

"Let might be a stretch but he damn sure wasn't opposed to it," Gianni said, wearing his shirt like a scarf around his neck as he chugged a glass of water. Both men shook their heads. "I'm just saying I noticed a little chub before he sprinted out of here that's all."

"You saw that too huh," Neville asked with a chuckle and Gianni moaned into his glass.

"Judging by that fat lip he wasn't that accepting either," Tyler said as he handed Neville a cloth full of ice. He took it but didn't immediately put it to his mouth.

"Ehhh, I think it was a knee jerk reaction. I know Breeze, I've seen him do worse for less." Before anybody could say anything else, Neville went upstairs. As he walked past the pack Bruiser got up and followed him to his room. After two weeks, he still slept with his door open.



Fresh Out Ch. 04



Please note that this is a work of fiction and engaging in risky behavior is dangerous in the real world. Play safely and get tested.

*****

It all happened so fast. Neville walked in the house and went straight to his room, he was done hiding out in his own house. There was great purpose in the way he took the stairs two at a time, jogged the length of the hall. He pushed into his room and immediately noticed the bed made with fresh sheets. The acidic tinge of sick was gone, replaced by nag champa incense that burned in the window sill. The shower was running, the bathroom door open. He would have liked to think it was an invitation but he sat down on the bed instead and tried not to think of his not so secret crush naked and wet in the next room. 

"You left me..."

And Neville let him have it as soon as Brion stepped out of the bathroom. His honey toned skin still dewy from the hot shower, shorts hung loosely around his waist and Neville wasn't the slightest bit distracted. He cussed him out for the things Brion said the night before, for things he said all those years ago. That's how the argument started. They went back and forth, circling each other. Then two fingers to the chest of the other. It was barely a shove but it was enough. The barrier had been breached and a tussle ensued. It wasn't the first time but never with the intensity as that moment. They were men now. There were no pulled punches. Neville might have been bigger but Brion was faster and boxed when they were kids. And he was almost as strong, at one point he had Neville pinned against the dresser. He held Neville's right arm behind him and used his knee to pin the other. In his other hand he grabbed Neville's tank top, the chest gathered in his fist. 

"I needed you and you fucking left me, "he screamed in Neville's face, his eyes wet and body trembling with emotion. 

"The fuck you mean... You believed that skee-ho gold digging cum bucket over me what you expect me to do... I left you... Mufucka you kicked me out," Neville roared back, flexing under Brion's hold so hard the dresser rocked back against the wall. The force knocked their heads together and their noses collided, lips brushed briefly against each others. "The fuck off me nigga, " Neville grunted as he pushed off again, but this time Brion pressed his body forward. 

Their lips met, intentionally this time but Neville was too angry to stop struggling. Even after Brion loosened the grip he held on his wrist and moved his hand to lace his fingers with Neville's. He felt the rough fingertips on his chest, tracing the nearly invisible stretch marks there. It was the tongue that flicked slowly against his bottom lip that got his attention but he didn't succumb. Not completely anyway.

"Wait, Breeze what you doing yo, "he rasped as he pulled his head away, though their hands stayed tangled together behind him. All Brion did was shush him as he chased his lips, shifting his weight so that he sat in Neville's lap.The shorts slid as he moved and Neville felt his excitement against his abs. That did it. He gave in and accepted the persistent pleas of Brion's tongue to get into his mouth. "Are you sure, " Neville tried to say, to remain rational. 

In all his dreams he never saw it happening this way, for Brion to be the aggressor. He'd always fantasized an (un)fortunate accident or for Neville himself to grow balls and jump on him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined those callused fingers would be the first to find his manhood, nor did he think that hand would encircle both their cocks and stroke. He pulled Neville's hand around to hold him and didn't flinch when that strong grip pulled him forward then back again, making Brion rock in his lap. 

"Oh shit," Brion grunted as he found the magic rhythm, working his hips and hand in tandem. Neville grabbed the back of his neck and forced his tongue back into his mouth for Brion to suck. No words were spoken, no instruction given but as soon as it passed his lips Neville felt the gentle suction and moaned. His other hand slipped further into Brion's shorts and squeezed his bare ass. 

"Fuck Breeze you gonna make me nut..."

"That's the point, "he said and Neville smacked his ass so hard his own hand stung. His back arched and his legs clenched around Neville's broad torso. He liked that, Neville thought, and gave him another one. And another and another before Brion began to pant and gasp. "Fuck... Fuck... I'm bout to bust Nev..."

Not wanting to get left behind Neville started to rut his hips against Brion's stroking hand. He clasped his mouth against his so tight their teeth clashed but that didn't stop them. Neville simply tip his head up and push his tongue against Brion's moans. They were music to his ears and Neville wanted nothing more than to keep those going for as long as Brion allowed. A bite to his bottom lip, the pressure good enough to make Brion cry out. Just as he did, the first volley of his climax hit Neville's chin pushing them over the edge together. From there they went shot for shot painting each other with their loads. Without thinking Neville pull Brion's face away from his and raced to catch the pearls they'd painted on his chest. He grunted and slurped hungrily at the trails, his teeth scraping against flesh.

"Fuck that's nasty nigga," Brion said but his tone in no way implied disgust to Neville's ears. In fact he brought his long slender fingers to Neville's lips and pushed them in. He smirked as Neville slurped them into his mouth. "Suck," he said quietly but Neville felt a hint of authority in his voice and decided to give an order of his own.

"Up," he said but he didn't wait for Brion to respond, instead lifted him bodily from his lap, took two steps and tossed him onto the bed. He tried to get up but Neville pushed him back down and smiled as fear flashed across that handsome face. "Don't worry Breeze I'm not goin' fuck you but when I'm done you might be begging."

With that he yanked the shorts away and set to sucking the last of their seed from the fur between his cute little barely inny navel and his cock . He heard him moan but was lost in the exploration of their flavors and continued to lick and suckle every drop of Brion's precious essence. He wanted more, needed more of the thick salty musk of this man he'd always loved. And he would get it no matter how much Brion insisted he wouldn't get it up.

"I'm telling you bruh, it ain't happening," he gasp as Neville moved his head to suckle his balls. His body tensed with each lick of the sensitive flesh between his sack and anus. He didn't pull away and Neville smiled, ran his nose along the base of Brion's heavy 6 inches. It wasn't even half hard but Neville had seen it at the 9 it would be at full length. Brion brought his hands to the back of Neville's head and pulled in as Neville breathed in deep. He moaned low and deep as Neville dragged his lips across his inner thighs.

Then it happened, the moment Neville had been waiting for. The widening of those strong corded thighs, an invitation to enjoy him further. Neville took a quick peek at Brion, his head back eyes closed lost in pleasure. The pleasure that Neville gave. He kissed and licked, nibbled and caressed Brion's entire package waiting for the moment his hips began to writhe. When they did he slowly, deliberately lifted those muscled legs with no resistance. From this angle Neville got a good look at the true prize of the day. Tight, pinker than he imagined and ringed by a fine coating of curly brown hair, Neville wasted no time getting his first taste. He knew this would be a shock to any heterosexual man, the teasing of his anus, but Neville hoped that Brion would not stop him. Slowly he began, tentative pokes at his rim that were answered by moans and grunts of pleasure. Neville raised his eyes again as he took a long slow lick around the circumference of his entrance and watched as the other man shuddered and gasped. Another revolution arched his back off the mattress and Neville couldn't help the growl that escaped his chest at that, nor the slap he delivered to Brion's hard abs with both hands. He trailed his fingers down the rippled 8 pack and hot bulging oblique muscles, ran his tongue along the indentation there before he made a triangle with his hands around Brion cock and balls. His rock hard cook, that dripped and leaked precum down his shaft. Neville started to bring that to his attention but didn't want to seem arrogant so he enjoyed the view on his own. He squeezed his package, pushing it up and away from his asshole. He blew on it and the tight little hole flexed ever so slightly. He spit on it and Brion gasped but when Neville pressed his tongue against it Brion's hips shot up off the bed.

"Fuck baby lick my ass," he groaned and Neville bit his lip to keep from thinking too much of the pet name. Instead he distracted himself with loving strokes of his tongue against that now quivering hole. With his thumbs, Neville massaged the base of Brion's balls as he slowly made the push to get inside him. Every thrust of his tongue was met with a thrust of his hips, if Neville held his tongue inside him Brion would grind against his face. "Shit that feel too good...Gotdamn you got me rocked up like a mufucka..." Brion trailed off into grunts and whimpers as he started to stroke himself. Neville would have rather he didn't but couldn't bring himself to stop him. He'd wanted to see him just like this, skin glistening and face flush. His eyes lost somewhere in the back of his head, toes curled tight as he beat his dick feverishly. He was on the brink, Neville could feel it in the way his hole quivered and clenched around his tongue. He wanted him to come, to explode from his touch. With an almost evil grin, Neville shoved his thick thumb deep inside that hot hole. "Ohhhh shit you sneaky muthafuckmeI'mbouttobustthisnut!!" 

Neville had to hold him down for fear his thrashing hips might twist his thumb the wrong way as he Brion bucked his way through his second climax. Once he settled Neville slipped his thumb from his hole and watched as it clenched itself closed. Gently he kissed that pucker before he stood, all the while his eyes on Brion basking in the afterglow. He went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water then proceeded to wipe away the evidence of their tryst. When he was finished he went back into the bathroom to clean himself up. Back in his room he dropped his shorts and kicked them into his hamper then left naked to get them water. A smile crept across his lips as he came back to find Brion sprawled out in the center of his bed. It wasn't the first time Neville had watched him sleep but now he didn't care if he got caught.

"Damn I can see why you couldn't keep a bitch," Brion said groggily as he rolled over onto his side, showing Neville his chiseled back and bubble butt. "Can't even hold a brotha after you get that nut off huh? Fucked up bruh." Neville laughed and smack his ass as he climbed into bed beside him. He wasn't sure how much affection was too much so he didn't go for full blown spooning just yet, instead he settled for a hand to his thigh. By the time he settled Brion snored quietly beside him. He vaguely remembered turning on his tv and guzzling half his water.

They slept, long and hard. Slumber lowering thier last inhibitions and allowed them touch. Neville lay on his back, Brion on his stomach. His head on Neville's pillow, arm across his chest, lips grazing his shoulder before Neville shifted down. He ran his hand down Brion's thigh and squeezed a little before he settled with a long deep breathe of his scent. One or the other stirred Brion into full wakefulness and he cleared his throat. 

"Well, this is awkward," Neville said as he quickly tried to roll away, hiding his hurt feelings. He had been dreaming he thought. But then there was pressure on his hip and an arm around his neck.

"Chill, yo I'm comfortable...But yeah a little," he added the last with a chuckle but Neville stayed in close. "I mean it might just be me but I think I still smell my boys on ya breathe." That got a shot to the rib that was just hard enough to make Brion flinch but he laughed and continued. "What, I'm just saying..."

"Naw it sound like you complaining," Neville said as he went for another love tap, this one to the chest but blocked.

"Naw, I'm not complaining. I'm just saying you a nasty mufucka that all...also not a complaint," Brion added quickly with a laugh. He took a deep breathe, his hand slowly making its way down Neville's chest and sighed. "You know, the other day...I couldn't...You shocked me..."

"I'm good bud..."

"Naw let me finish," he said quietly as his hand came to rub Neville's hard stomach. It had begun to round a little thanks to Gianni's home cooking and rejoining life in the real world. Neville watched that hand, willing it to go lower. He felt Brion on his hip, his hardness wedged between them. "You remember that girl lived across the hall from us freshman year?"

"Tarin," Neville said with a laugh as he remember Brion's freak of an on again off again girlfriend. Neville had always liked her, and not just because she let him watch.

"Yeah you probably got as many blowjobs as I did from that one," Brion said and Neville felt his cock twitch against his hip. "That easter weekend, we stayed and she did us both. I saw you...the way you watched her mouth...licked your lips..." His hopes answered, Neville moaned as Brion started to stroke him again all the while thrusting slowly in time against him. Brion moved to put his face to Neville's, his lips brushed against his ear. "I got the hint and did some digging...you really need to learn to clear your browser history bruh...I knew you wanted it. I started noticing you checking me and at first it kind of weirded me out but that didn't last long. We did everything together man, always had each others back. You went out for track in high school for me why couldn't I do this for you...I know it's not the same but it is. I figured you'd tell me."

Neville moaned and spread his legs as Brion moved his hand down beneath his balls. His long fingers wasted no time making his intentions known forcing their way in between his cheeks. "But you didn't then you went away and I was stuck out here with all these feelings. It wasn't just you wanting me anymore. I wanted this," he said with a smack to Neville's quivering hole. "But then when you kissed me I got shellshocked. I didn't expect it to be so...I didn't know how much...It was good. Too good and it scared me. Then I lost my mind last night and you know why? Not because of any shake to my sexuality. I was jealous..."

"It's not..." Neville managed to say as he watched Brion lift up and lean to his bedside table. He snooped through more than his browser history, Neville thought as Brion knew exactly what drawer to find the flavored lube Gianni told him to buy when they went toy shopping. He poured some on his fingers and rubbed it along Neville's crack making him moan.

"Like that I know, I know but I was fucked up. I figured you'd come to bed at some point and I could set you right but you didn't...Mmmm that's it open up for me," Brion said into his ear as Neville lay back and spread his knees wide. "I wanted to give you this dick so bad baby but I ain't wanna share you with the white boy just yet." Neville laughed at that.

"Yet," Neville repeated breathily as he felt pressure of a middle finger on his rim. He opened his eyes just in time to see Brion smiling at him lustily. His eyes lidded and bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he gave his finger the final push inside Neville's tight hole. They both moaned at that. 

"Yeah," he said as he slowly working his finger in that hot chute, rotating his finger back and forth before he started to pull out. Neville watched him watch his hole and lick his lips as it began to loosen under Brion's attention. His dick stood up rock hard against his flat stomach and Neville wanted nothing more than to put it in his mouth. He reached for it, to stroke it, but Brion swatted his hand away. "Naw I had my turn earlier," He whispered, his eyes on Neville, silently asking if he was ready for more. Their eyes locked, Brion squeezed a good amount of the sticky vaguely chocolate flavored goop onto Neville cock before he took it in his grip. The way he looked at it Neville thought he might be working up the nerve to put it in his mouth. He fisted the sheets at the thought, hips thrusted down to meet the two fingers pushing into him. "So how close is it to eating pussy," He asked with a smirk.

"I mean aside from the nuts on your nose pretty close," Neville grunted as Brion spread his fingers inside him. He rocked his ass down to meet his knuckles, eyes slammed shut he was starting to get tunnel vision with the double sensation in his groin. This wasn't the first time he'd had something inside him while he stroked, Neville was sure Brion had seen the two toys in that draw and the little brown bottle. The still unopened jar of water based stuff he read about on line. He imagined Brion might have come across Neville's research on it's uses in his "digging". 

"Yeah that's what I figured," Brion said and pull his fingers all the way out. Neville heard the whimper as he watched the slow closing of that muscle. He lean down and blew on it, making Neville shiver and moan his name before he pushed in three fingers. After a few gentle strokes he pulled all the way out again and gave Neville's gape a hard slap before it closed making the big man squirm and moan his name again.

"Ohhh fuck Breeeeze..."

"Yeah say my name again," Brion said with another slap, this one to Neville's sensitive taint. It stung like a bitch but that big black log started dripping clear love juice all over Brion's stroking hand. "Come on baby say it for me."

Neville wasn't so far gone not to recognize what was happening. He heard the tone in Brion's voice change, felt his change of posture. But he couldn't fight it, couldn't stop himself from giving in. Those fingers found their way back inside him and thrust in time with the firm grip on his cock. The rich musk of masculinity filled his nostrils as Brion moved his crotch to Neville's face. He gave his cock a slap before he grabbed his own, push the tip to Neville's lips.

"Say it for me babyboy," he said and Neville whimpered as Brion ran his dick along his bottom lip. When Neville opened his mouth Brion pulled away laughing. "Ah ah ahhh, no baby not til I say so...or you say it." Neville tried to reach up and grab it himself but Brion pinched his nipple hard, making him cry out and his cock drip some more. "When we used to play touch on the greens you never wanted to play your position. You always wanted to be my center. I thought it was because you wanted to protect me, imagine my surprise when I find out it's cause you want to bend over for me. Wanted to feel me pushed up behind you tight, hoping you get a feel of my dick on your ass."

"You don't know shit," Neville said, not even believing it himself and Brion laughed.

"I know I got you open as fuck right now...breathing all hard. Sweating and shit. I know you want me to throw you this dick. I know you losing that fight to hold out on me. You know how I get down baby, you seen me put in work. You always been curious, since that first time you seen me bend Tarin over my desk. Maybe later. I want to see your face the first time you take it," He whispered over Neville's gasps. He chuckled and gave his fingers a twist, knowing he'd found that magical place inside Neville that would open him completely. He wanted to hear it though. "Mmmm see I just want to make you feel good babyboy. Let me take care of you baby..."

He couldn't take it anymore, his fingertips on the ledge Neville let go his grip and plummeted over the edge. He screamed his name over and over again, with every volley of his load as it shot into the air. He vaguely heard Brion mumble something about being ready and the next thing he knew there were balls on his ass and a cock deep inside him. Neville howled at the quick, savage entry but he loved every second. His mind was on fire, pleasure center erupting as Brion went right at him, thrusting through the end of his climax. Neville's chute writhed and quivered around the invasion, trying desperately to grip the rod but Brion slicked the hole well enough that he slipped easily in and out. 




Fresh Out Ch. 04



"Mmmhmm, that's it babyboy take it for me...take all that dick," Brion grunted into Neville's neck as he pounded into him, their balls slapping loudly against each other. "Fuck that's tight...got me wanting to knock the lining out this ass." He paused then and looked at Neville as he ground his hips into him. He lowered himself so they lay chest to chest, nose to nose. "I'm the first," he said quietly, all of a sudden the bravado gone. The look in his eye was still passion filled but it was softer, loving almost. Neville nodded but that wasn't enough and in an instant the machismo was back. "Aww baby you mean to tell me I'm the first one up in this hot little hole. Ain't nobody else been up in it? Damn got nigga feeling like this mine...Dats what you trying to tell me babyboy...This my ass?"

Neville had hoped he wouldn't ask, especially not like this, as he ground his legnth deep inside him. Every stroke made him see stars. He couldn't in his right mind deny what he knew to be true. Neville had always wanted it to be Brion who took his cherry. 

"Yes," he barely said as he clung to the sheets, his legs wrapped tight around Brion's hips, keeping him in deep.

"What was that I ain't hear you?" He teased as he ran his tongue along Neville's lips. "Say it again for me babyboy."

"Fuck Breeze you feel so good..."

"Yeah you too baby but don't change the subject...tell me what I want to hear." 

He couldn't take it anymore and gave in completely. "Fuck me Breeze that shit all yours...take my ass fuck you feel so good inside me...it want all of it every inch of that fat dick pounding inside me...fuck me harder don't stop..."

"Mmm shit baby I bet you want this nut too don't you?" Brion asked and Neville could feel him tensing above him. He strokes were starting to become off beat and shallow. He was right, Neville wanted nothing more than to be bred by his best friend and told him so.

"Ohhh please Brion you know I want it...mmm all of it dump that hot cum inside me..."

"That's right babyboy beg for it," Brion said with a soft kiss before he grunted and threw all his weight into Neville for the last stroke before his eruption. Their open mouths pressed together Brion grunted for him to take it over and over with every squirt of his load.



Fresh Out Ch. 04a



For the first time since he got out Neville was excited for the weekend. It had been a week full of 12 hour days and sore muscle with Tyler cracking the whip on the crew to get their latest contract done in time. The homeowners kept changing their minds and Tyler wanted to get it done before they added anything to the to-do list. Neville had been pulling double duty, doing drywall and painting, staying later than all the other guys to help Tyler get it done. To show his gratitude he gave Neville the company credit card and told him to take the boys out for a night of good times. They all decided to meet up Friday after work at a local sports bar to celebrate their job well done. Seeing him finally going out for something other than necessities Gianni couldn't help ask if he could tag along and Neville didn't refuse his buddy under one condition, he had to be the designated driver.

"Damn gonna make me sober bitch," He pouted from Neville's doorway as he coifed his hair. He wore a simple white undershirt and skinny jeans but Gianni could have made a burlap sack look high fashion with his limited edition hipster sneakers and diamond studs. "Guess it's better if I'm gonna play wingman." Neville made a face at him from the mirror as he buttoned his robin's egg blue linen shirt. Gianni came up behind him and started to undo them. "Leave it open. You're not going on a job interview." Then he squatted down to adjust the cuff on Neville's dark denim jeans. He dusted off his shoulders as he stood. "Flyness," he said with a whistle and Neville laughed.

"I'm aight I guess."

"Yeah when we ditch the straights I'll show you just how much an understatement that is." 

A few spritzes of cologne later the two set out to The End Zone. They had to take Tyler's pick up after they both surmised that Neville wouldn't fit in Gianni's little Euro hybrid. They laughed about that most of the ride into town, amongst other things. There was an easiness that came to their communication that he hadn't experienced in a long time and Neville was beginning to cherish it. Of course there was the occasional flirtatious comment or touch but gone was the awkwardness that came with putting on airs for one you might want to bed. They were comfortably in the friend zone and it felt to Neville that he wasn't the only one who appreciated it. They got there a little early figuring they could get a bite to eat while they waited for the rest of the guys. Gianni put their names on the game tables list and they found a few tables close by that they could slide together when the guys arrived. 

It was almost nine by the time they showed up. The Dempsey cousins were the first to make an appearance. TimTom and Jared were both electricians, single and in their mid thirties. They lived at home with Jared's mom and the crew joked that they still had a midnight curfew. Neville thought that might be the case since it was clear that Mother Dempsey packed their lunches every morning with wax paper wrapped sandwiches and homemade cookies. They were a little strange, but then again so were most of the other guys.

There was RJ, Raul Jimenez, an ex vato whose torso full of tattoos told a better story of his background than he did himself. Fortyish and stoic, he was a man of few words but he worked like a horse and was probably a better carpenter than Tyler even though he was a plumber by trade. They'd taken bets to see if he showed, Neville was the only one who didn't doubt he would and was paid handsomely for it. Then there was Leif Langley but everybody called him Thor on account of his blonde hair, blue eyes, juicehead physique and the way he swung a hammer. He was hired as a carpenter but he did a better job knocking things down than putting them together. On his first job with them, Neville watched him gut an entire 2500 sq. ft. ranch house alone in one eight hour shift. He was the only one on the crew married with children, he also had a couple girlfriends and supposedly another wife overseas. Last there was the only other queer on the crew, Colin O'Keefe, though he wasn't open about it. Neville only knew because he'd quietly offered his pig services on more than one occasion, to the rest of the guys he was just an almost thirty frat boy who drank his way out of college and into the construction business. He was the last to show and found every way to be near Neville. Even despite his puppy dog syndrome Neville had always found him easy to work with and quick with a joke.

After a few pitchers of beer and twice as many rounds of shots the bar had filled up and the guys had made their way to the games. Gianni entertained himself making ambiguous passes at people nearby. Neville marveled at his ability to entrance men and women alike with his light eyes and angled jaw. He could only shake his head as one woman followed him into the bathroom only to come out with smudged lipstick and messed hair. Neville shook his head as Gianni came back to their party at the pool table.

"Don't worry big fella," he whispered. "We'll get you some later."

"I'm sure I could get some now," Neville slurred and made a not so covert motion at Colin who just happened to be staring at Leif's ass as he took his shot. "Just don't know how deep into filth he is. Wouldn't want to drop the hammer in somebody's toilet." 

Gianni almost choked on his soda at that. "So the big fella might want a little strange tonight?"

Neville shrugged his shoulders and finished his drink, conveniently called away for his turn on the darts. He laughed when he got to the list and saw Gianni would be his opponent, turned to tell him so but saw him at the bar talking to Colin. They caught eyes and Neville shook his head, but as he watched his wingman shoo the lanky ging in his direction, he figured why not dip his toe in just a little. He needed the practice, it was like being 13 again. It wasn't as if he were bad looking, in fact Neville might call him handsome tonight in his soccer jersey and straight cut jeans. His package tucked snuggly between his thighs. The darts were in a corner all by themselves and no one else played on the other three boards. They'd have to yell to be heard, so Neville figured why not tease him a little.

"That bitch punked out on me huh," he said to Colin as he came up to get his darts. Whether from drink or Neville's overt appraisal his cheeks were rosy under his full red beard, making the freckles on his nose almost invisible. He smirked a little as he lingered next to him, the hairs on their arms rubbing together. "I won't go easy on you red," he said as he turned to take his position. He meant the dart color but what the hell he thought. Neville reached to mess Colin's shaggy skater hair and said, "yeah that'll work."

"I'm sure I can take what you got," he said with a quick lick of his lips. Neville caught the way those green eyes flashed down to his crotch before Colin went to retrieve his beer. "After you, sir," he said with a bow for comic relief. Neville fought the urge to smack his ass and put all the pent up frustration into his first throw. It landed well off center, barely on the board stuck between 18 and 4. "Don't worry I won't hold misfires against you." 

"What say we make this interesting," Neville said with a smirk, rolling a dart between his thick fingers. "Nothing monetary, a gentleman's bet maybe?" Colin laughed at that and shrugged his shoulders. 

"We've met right? I mean I'm not so gentlemanly if you hadn't noticed but why not make a wager?" 

Neville thought a moment, not wanting to make his intentions so obvious. Even if Colin would have done anything he asked, win or lose, he didn't want there to be any presumptions between them. Whether anything happened between them, he wanted to keep their working relationship as uncomplicated as possible. He settled on the most innocuous terms his beer muddled brain could think of, food.

"I win, lunch for a week and no cop out with store bought subs. I want homemade stuff. I seen the inside of that cooler Red. I know you know your way around a stove..."

"And if I win," Colin asked, his voice softened and his eyes roamed Neville's broad chest. He flicked his eyes up to meet Neville's, blushed when he realized he'd been caught.

"Name it," was his quick reply. 

After a few moments of what seemed like some pretty deep contemplation Colin smiled wide. "I'll tell you when I win."

With a smirking wink Neville took his two throws in quick succession, barely glancing at the board before he landed a triple 20 and the outer bull's eye. "I'm not a big fan of ham."

They played until last call, not even realizing that at some point they stopped keeping score. It stopped being competitive when they started telling college fuck up stories, one upping each other. Neville won with the brief version of him and Breeze. They headed back over to the guys to say their goodbyes and Neville went to the bar to settle the tab. 

"So how bout that strange big fella, " Gianni said from beside him and Neville snorted. "I'm saying man I saw y'all over there. You might have fooled your crew but not me buddy. No sir." "Whatever bud."

"Either you invite him or I will?"

By then they were on their way out to the sidewalk where the guys congregated. He noticed Colin glancing in his direction as handshakes were exchanged and rides were arranged. When Colin started to walk Gianni shoved Neville in his direction with one instruction. 

"Stop being a pussy and get your dick wet tonight. "

Whether that would happen or not remained to be seen but he did agree he needed to man up. "Hey Red you need a ride? "

"Nah man I'm a couple blocks down, "he said as he stopped to let Neville catch up. "Just like college stumble in, stumble out."

"Well Gianni was telling me about some club I need to join... "

"HeDen..."

"You heard of it? " came from Gianni as he came up behind them. Then he laughed, "Ty sponsor you too?"

"Yeah, not to long after I started on with him. I only go for the events though. Gotta pace myself. "

Now Neville was curious. He had assumed it would be some kind of gay bar but as he listened to the other two guys talk about their encounters, he started to wonder why Tyler hadn't brought it up. He was too drunk to dwell on it, instead enjoyed the ride listening to them. 

It was a little ways away, almost an hour's ride on the highway and another twenty minutes on back roads. Finally they pulled up to the biggest house Neville had ever seen. It was more of a compound with a circle drive situated around a fountain with a statue of David pissing on Atlas. Gianni pulled up to the front and they all got out to be greeted by a well dressed man who took the keys from Gianni.

"Mr. O'Keeffe, Mr.Bellomo I see you've brought a guest, " came from somewhere above them as they came to the grand mahogany front doors. Neville stood warily behind the other two and they laughed. The doors flung open and out came one of the largest men Neville had ever seen, including himself. He was just as tall but his chest and shoulders made Neville feel small. Though age had stolen the definition in his muscles Neville could tell there was power behind that round belly and saggy pecs. And Neville almost popped a boner when he saw the thick layer of salt and pepper fur that covered the man's arms and what showed through the open collar of his Paisley silk shirt. His voice was rich and bassy,smooth like butter. 

"Niko Papadopolous meet my new buddy Neville Sinclair," Gianni said in introduction as the two burly men shook hands. Next Niko shook with Colin, then to Gianni he gave big bear hug and lifted him off the ground. Neville thought he might have seen a blush on those olive cheek bones but he was too tipsy to comment. 

"Please, everyone calls me Papa and welcome new buddy to HeDen, where men can be men with other men who like men..."

"and dickgirls..." came from Gianni.

"and the occasional ftm..." Colin quickly added as Papa lead them into a small posh seating area just inside the front door.

"Yes I agree I've gotten lax with the rules as the taste of clientele change but this is the nature of the business."

"Oh I'm not complaining," Gianni said with a wink and Papa chuckled, waved the beautiful young man off.

"Those dark brooding eyes do not work on one who possesses them Giannaki mou. Save them for those inside," he said and they all laughed as another man, short but powerfully built and glistening came strutting out in nothing but a pair of plain tighty whiteys. He carried a clipboard and brought it to Neville. "Business is business," Papa said as Neville didn't even pretend to look at the lines of words on the page in front of him. 

He looked up to see both his boys hand over their cell phones to the little wrestler and Gianni looked over at him. "Don't worry big fella it just says what happens here stays here."

"I have many members with public image restrictions," was all Papa said but his tone conveyed his message well enough. Neville would have signed on Gianni's word alone but he kept that to himself. After handing over his own phone Papa opened the next set of door and Neville was mesmerized by the contrast.

Behind those elegant mahogany doors was a loud, smoky, musky den of masculinity. Neville thought places like this only existed in his favorite porn. One side of the room was dominated by the bar, the whole place had a saloon type feel. Everything was made of wood, tables chairs and booths. At the back was even a set of saloon doors that the guys led him quickly through to a room that looked more suited to be behind those doors. This room was smaller and had a more loungy type feel. There were a couple booths, smaller bar with a single bartender, and a few tables situated around the room. The first room was a place to party, this was a place to talk. Neville scanned the room as they sidled up to the bar, mostly guys in suits and sport coats. There were a few more casually dressed and he noticed a well placed wig or two and more than few sets of fake breasts. The bartender came over and asked their order, Neville decided on water thinking his drunk mind was playing tricks on him when he glanced at the occupants of one on the booths. He quickly drank his water and turned back around to get a better look.

"Ummm, the other night...my boy...Breeze...how good a look did you get of him," he asked Gianni, his gaze unmoving. It took a moment but Gianni followed his line of sight.

"Good enough to understand why you so hot for him, why?"

"I might be fucked up but is that him over there?" He didn't have to ask the question before Gianni reacted to it. His eyes widened and he almost spit out his cranberry and club soda.

"You're definitely fucked up but he look a little worse off than you big fella. Hey Red, do us all a favor and keep this guyon this guy over here. Sit tight," He said, his eyes locked with Neville's before he approached the table.

Neville watched as Gianni sat down quickly and lit up a cigarette. As soon as he started talking the person who Brion probably thought was a woman slid out from the booth, leaving him alone with Gianni and another man. Older, probably about their fathers' age, Neville could tell from where he sat that he had a gut the size of a basketball hanging over his belt. Brion didn't say much as the other two men talked, until Gianni nodded his head towards Neville and the other man started trying to make his way out of the booth. Brion tried to stand to let him out but he couldn't move fast enough and the man shoved him to the ground. He popped up fast though but instead of give the man he sat with a piece of his man he took a lazy wide swing at Gianni.

"I ain't no fuckin' faggot bitch. Just cause my home boy like dick on his breath don't mean I do," he slurred and went after the man.

"You know who that was right," Gianni asked as he came back to them but he only looked at Colin who was already off his stool and following behind them. Neville didn't ask but he got the feeling there might be trouble.

They were already outside by the time they got to the door, the older guy helping Brion into his truck. Gianni mumbled something and quickened his pace to catch up at them, Red followed closely behind. By then there were others gathering at the front door and Neville watched like he was outside his body as Red grabbed Brion while Gianni decked the older guy. To busy raining blows, he didn't see Brion break free of Red's grip and come up behind him to deliver two quick rights to his ribs. That broke Neville out of his trance and he ran the rest of the way down the stairs.

"Brion!" he roared and everyone froze, even the two men he would call his best friends despite how they were acting towards each other at the moment. "Let him go," he said, but he didn't wait for either of them to comply. Instead he grab Brion up around his middle and Gianni by the back of his shirt and pulled them apart. He gave them both a hard shove to further their separation and stood between them. "G, get the truck and you," he barked as he turn to face Brion fully. "Stop being a asshole and chill out. Ain't nobody tryna fuck you but that dude...why the fuck else would he have you up in there with some half-a-bitch?" By then, "that dude" had recovered from Gianni's assault and was making his way around his truck in an effort to get Brion away from them but one look from Neville sent him in the opposite direction to get into his truck and speed off.

"Fuck you fa..."

"One more time and I swear I'll forget we boys," Neville said through clench jaws with one quick, menacing step forward. That seemed to shake Brion out of his rage, his shoulders relaxed, fists unclenched. "Get in," he said as he opened the door and again he didn't allow him to make the decision, lifted him by his belt and tossed him into the cab.

It was a long, quiet ride back to the house. Well, mostly quiet, as they rode Brion's condition worsened and he began to voice his internal dialogue. None of the other guys responded, content to roll eyes and scoff quietly, and eventually he passed out. 

"I'll bring you home in the morning Red," Neville said as Gianni turned onto the freeway, smirking. * * * * *

As usual, no matter the state he went to sleep, Neville was the first to rise. He'd slept on the couch on the loft, figuring it better Brion not wake up to him. Despite the fact he called them all types of fags and cocksuckers, the guys all helped dump him off in Neville's bed after he showered them all with a healthy amount of vomit. Neville could still smell it when he peaked into his bedroom to put a bottled water and a bottle of aspirin in the bedside table. His head still a little foggy Neville dropped his shorts and headed to the bathroom to wash away the rest of the drunk from the night before. He finished quickly, not wanting to disturb Brion too soon. As he toweled off, Neville decided to be honest with himself. It was too early for them to talk, his feelings still hurt from the night before. He dressed quietly in shorts and a tank top all the while knowing Brion was only faking sleep. Even as he left to start the coffee he didn't say anything. 

By the time it finished brewing Colin was coming down with bloodshot eyes and a puffy face. Neville silently offered him coffee but he declined instead going to the fridge for Oj. Neville offered to make breakfast but Colin declined. 

"Just this is good... And that giant ass tv, "he said already headed to it in the living room. Tyler treated his guys like family so it wasn't the first time Colin had woken up in this house. Neville joined him, sitting on the other end of the sofa. He glanced occasionally to his room, the door still in the same position as he'd left it. Colin noticed, he also noticed the semi Neville sported under his nylon shorts. 




Fresh Out Ch. 04a



They watched TV for a little while before Neville couldn't ignore his stomach any more. He made enough eggs, sausage, bacon, potatoes for the three of them. Tyler had gone off the night before to visit his sister for a long weekend and Gianni left before the sun rose to prepare for his weekly food truck meet. He didn't know when or if Brion might eat but he put the plate in the oven anyway. Colin seemed thoroughly impressed by the simple meal, having assumed by their bet that Neville couldn't cook. 

"I hope you know that just because we stopped marking it doesn't mean I stopped keeping score," he said as they cleaned up the breakfast/lunch dishes. They were both barefoot and in shorts, Colin having borrowed a pair from Gianni. 

"What chu mean Red? I was tearing that ass up, "Neville said with a laugh as he watched the other man load up the dishwasher. As he bent he noticed for the first time that Colin might be going commando. Belly full and of sober mind, Neville decided to throw caution to the wind for the sake of pleasure. He went back into the living room and mulled over how he might make his next move. And since he lived his past life in the shadows, Neville decided to be forthright for a change. Without a second thought he pulled his halfcocked monster from the cage of his boxer briefs and waited for Colin to join him. 

"That's fucking... " came to an abrupt halt as he came around the corner. His emerald eyes locked in the column of black meat that Neville palmed in his lap. 

"I figured since you didn't choose last night I'd make the decision for you, " he said with a chuckle as he slowly stroked himself to full salute. "Be honest with me Red, this what you wanted anyway ain't it?" Red couldn't speak, couldn't move, paralyzed by the sight of his most recent fantasy. Neville took another step out of his comfort zone and kept talking. "Mmhmm, I see them cheeks getting rosy. This what you want... You want to touch it don't you? " Again Colin didn't speak. Though he nodded, the full tent he pitched was all the body language Neville need to read. "Get over here...on your knees though" came with a moan as he started to jack himself in earnest. Having those eyes on him turned him on more than Neville thought it would so he figured why not go with it. He nearly lost it as he watched the lean fair skinned man obey him, crawling to put his face within inches of his hot dark flesh. Their eyes met and Colin looked at him pleading. "Ask me nicely." And again he said nothing and Neville picked up his pace, grunting every so often. He lean over and let a long stream of spit drip down over his fist of a mushroom cap, his deep brown eyes locked on Colin's. 

"Please... "

"Speak up Red I can't hear you, " Neville said as he drooled on his cock again. His stomach muscles tightened as he fought the urge to plunge balls deep into those thin pink lips. "Don't be shy when you was throwing it at me all night."

"Come on dude, " Colin moaned, his ass swaying back and forth, humping the imaginary cock behind him. "Don't tease me. Let me have it, please. "

Neville smirked and sat forward enough that his tip just grazed those lips. "Have what? "

"Please Neville let me taste that big black cock... Fuck my mouth with it...Choke me..."

That was enough for Neville and he grabbed a handful of that silky red hair. With his other hand he guided his shaft into the back of Colin's throat. He wasn't gentle and Colin gagged as soon as the head hit his tonsils, tried to retreat. Even Neville realized how halfhearted the attempt was and held him where he was, letting him relax. "That's it Red take it all down." After a moment Red moved to try and take the last inch or so but couldn't manage to get it all down. 

That didn't lessen his eagerness though and he went at Neville's hammer like a man possessed. Drool spurted out of the corners of his mouth as he pounded his face in Neville's lap, soaking his shorts though. He grunted and moaned, whimpered like a slut as he made several more unsuccessful attempts to deepthroat the veiny shaft. Colin was determined, even switched positions to get a better angle. 

He climbed up on the couch, his ass in the air, and Neville put his hand to it immediately. He didn't even bother pulling down the shorts, just shoved his hand in and went right for Colin's winking button. They both moaned as Neville pushed his middle finger in dry. He wanted to see just how tight a hole he had and what he tasted like pure. After a few rough strokes and a wiggle or two, Neville took the finger into his mouth. Colin pushed his ass back wantonly, whimpering around the cock in his mouth until Neville deposited his now sopping wet fingers back into his chute. He screamed when he realized how the dominant man jumped protocol and shoved three of his fat long fingers into his trembling canal. Neville almost stopped thinking he had hurt him but the little slut started rocking back, fucking himself. 

Slowly Colin was taking control of the situation the way only a pure bottom could. He worked himself in rhythm between Neville's appendages,pleasing himself and so too the bigger man. As he was getting close Neville rest his head in the back of the couch, his eyes wandering unseeing until he noticed a set of legs on the loft. In hindsight the most shocking part of the situation wasn't the fact that Brion stood there, his hand moving furiously in his pants, but that Neville didn't stop Colin's head in his lap. He didn't pull his fingers free or shy away from Brion's lusty gaze. Instead he smiled, motioned him over. That seemed to snap his boyhood friend out of his lascivious glare and he fled to Neville's room. He didn't close the door. 

Neville smiled and turned his attention back to the mouth on his cock and the hole he stretched. "Damn Red you act like you need this load... "

"Fuck yeah man I need it, "he mumbled, not willing to release the hot shaft from his lips. "Come on... I've been a good boy let me have it...please can I have it... "

"Mmmm begging... Daddy likes that, " came in guttural moans as Neville made it to his crest. "Shit you want it boy... You want this Daddy nut... "

"Please, please, please... "

"Ahhhh fuck that slut mouth, " Neville yelled, intentionally letting his booming voice carry. "And you better not waste a drop. "

And he didn't, Colin swallowed down every drop. He licked his lips hungrily as he pulled off, then took the fingers that had been in his ass into his mouth. He held Neville's gaze as he cleaned his ass slime away. 

"Not like I want to eat and run but you think you can give me a ride soon... I'm helping a buddy with his deck later."

It was music to Neville's ears. Not that he wanted him to leave but judging by Colin's tone there would be no awkwardness between them come Monday morning. 

"No return necessary huh, " Neville said as he stretched his legs to get the blood going back to them. 

"Little late for that man." With that Colin dropped his shorts to reveal the sticky mess that matted his short and curlies. "I blew my load when you gagged me that first time. Tell Gianni I'll get his shorts back asap."

They both went upstairs to clean up and Brion still feigned slumber. Neville smiled at his back but didn't say a word as he left to take Colin home. The ride seemed quicker than he remembered from the night before but maybe that was because he was more relaxed. He had to admit, last night was like senior prom all over again. His first night out...out. Even the fisticuffs, he learned a lot from these men he found himself with these days If it weren't for the one he grew up with it would have been a perfect night. The more he thought on it the more aggrevated he became, or maybe it was just that the afterglow of his afternoon bj had worn off. Either way by the time he got home Neville Sinclaire was pissed.



Fresh Out Ch. 05



 Author's note-[Bracketed text implies text messages]

Thank you to all who have read, voted, or commented on my work in progress. I appreciate the support and criticism

*****

There was a little nook behind the garage. A hammock between two oak trees surrounded on three sided by various other bushes and greenery, the names of which only Tyler knew. Neville loved it anyway, almost every day after dinner he'd have a smoke and swing a little. It was big enough for two or a few, as Tyler liked to say, and comfortable enough to find oneself dozing every now and again. A little camp lantern hung on just the right branch provided the perfect ambience for quiet contemplation. And Neville had to admit the novelty of open space hadn't worn off just yet. Even if it was secluded, the open side faced the back yard and woods beyond. Neville looked at the trees, put his earbuds in and zone out. 

The perfect time was just before dark, when only the brightest stars were out. Crickets just beginning to chirp, Neville woke up just in time. He didn't wake Breeze, slipped out quietly from beneath him to take his second shower of the day. He took his time, nursed his tender hole with the massaging shower head a bit before he dried off. Shorts, a hoodie, and his music was all he needed. He didn't even bother to wear shoes, the lantern helped him avoid any presents from the pack. Bruiser crept up on him just as he hung it up, sat and watched him. Neville turned to find the tug rope at his feet and laughed as he picked it. He lay down and held the rope out, the dog lumbered over and latched on. They played for a couple minutes until Bruiser realized Neville wasn't that into it. Too exhausted to do more than hold it, he wasn't any fun and Neville wasn't surprised when he snatched the rope and left. Neville promised he'd make it up to his furry homie later.

Right now all he could do was lay. He decided he wouldn't think too hard about anything that happened between him and Brion until they communicated on a less intense level. The sex was like nothing he thought it could be and they both said a lot of things that might not have been had they been sitting at a bar somewhere. But he said he wouldn't think too hard about it. 

His phone vibrated in his lap. A text he could tell by the pattern and he started not to look but changed his mind. A number he didn't recognize but against his better judgement he opened it.

[Not for nothing but you left me again]

[???]

[Don't play with me Nev]

[You knew my name just fine not too long ago]

[Fuck you I'm outside]

[Better had...lol]

[Yeah yeah whatever. Call bruiser and tell him to bring you]

[Bring me where]

[That bear you call a dog]

[Just do it!!]

Neville didn't start to get nervous about the lack of response until maybe twenty minutes had passed. Just when he was thinking he should go inside he heard the jingle of Bruisers tags and then muffled cursing. Brion had always had the foulest mouth. It started when they were kids and it made Neville nearly pee his pants laughing but as they got older it became one of his endearing qualities. 

"Real talk I thought you was fucking with me," he said as he eased into the space Neville made beside him. He handed him a pillow but Brion declined, and reached out to scratch Bruiser behind his ears. "This is the smartest dog I ever met," he said with a chuckle before he settled next to Neville, one leg hanging over the side. He kicked his foot out to get the hammock to sway gently and let out a long sigh.

"No wonder you rather be here than at Paris'," he almost whispered after a while. "Baby or not I don't think you can get this kind of quiet."

"Yet you keep talking," Neville said with a smirk and Brion gave him an elbow, rocking the hammock so hard it tipped and dumped them on the ground. Well Neville caught himself before he fell and probably could have saved Breeze but he didn't. "See that's what you get."

"Yeah, yeah whatever bruh...you mind if I make a couple phone calls. Pop left me a ton of messages. Texts and everything. Bet he talked to Claude," he said before he set about dialing his phone. Neville thought he might walk away for some privacy but he didn't complain when Brion got back in the hammock, this time he sat upright and pushed Neville's leg down so one drape across his lap and the other dangled next to his. 

Neville didn't know what to think of all this touching so he decided to take it for what it was and not think about it at all. He slipped his earbuds in and turned his music on low, giving Breeze the slightest bit of privacy.

"Wassup Pop...Naw, naw I'm good...Oh did he...Yeah I was kind of shitty last night, probably drank too much but I'm aight now..."Neville could hear Brion's father, or Mac as he was affectionately known, animated tenor voice. He had the same affinity for profanity as his son and Neville often wondered how Mac and his own father came to be so close given his father's Christian virtues. "Yeah Pop I hear you, I just got tied up that's all. My bad...Naw maybe later on tonight. I'm good where I'm at." Neville tried not to smirk at the way Brion shift his eyes at him then, or the way his hand came down from fiddling with his goatee to rest on Neville's knee. "Yeah I know I seen her a couple weeks ago...yeah she gave me his number...Naw not yet...I don't know Pop, guess I don't know what to say...Pop...Pop..."Brion chuckled quietly and held the phone away from his ear as his father continued to berate him for his immaturity. He leaned over and pulled Neville's headphones out of his ears and said, "I'm gonna tell him but this is too funny...Yeah yeah Pop I hear you...Yeah I know he might need me right now. We might need each other. Of course I miss him but it's not gonna be the same as it was. We different guys now...I know Pop I'll stop being a pussy...Yeah right now if you let me get off the phone...Aight, love you too Pop. Tell Margie I'll be over for dinner tomorrow night, shit I might even surprise you both and bring somebody along...Bye Pop...Nope I said good bye...I'm hanging up now Dad...Nope that's it...Aight love you Pop see you tomorrow," Brion said finally and pretended to throw his phone into the bushes. He put his head back and ran his hands over his face before he settled his eyes on Neville and smiled. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it, laughed to himself and turn to look out over the yard.

It was dark by then but Neville was content to stay where he was, especially when Brion move to put his head on his chest. It was very nonchalant. One hand stroked Neville's thigh absently as the other worked his phone. He had said a couple calls but the way he relaxed Neville figured Brion might be done for the night. He seemed just as content with his legs crossed at the ankles. Then Brion came to a text that made him sit forward a little, just for a moment before he settled back with a hand behind his head. 

Neville only noticed when the fingers stopped tracing the indentation between his thigh muscles. That got his eyes moving in that direction. He knew he shouldn't look but the screen was so big. The text so clear, Neville couldn't look away.

[I hope you made it home ok]

[the fuck you care for]

[It wasn't what they thought. I just didn't want any trouble. I shouldn't have left you. I'm sorry. Tell me you're ok.]

[Lol I'm fine...and it was exactly what they thought. You're not that clever but I know a bitch when I see one...I figured I'd play along. You slipped me something you peice of shit and you better be glad I don't tell them I know you did]

"I can hear your nostrils flaring my nigga," Brion said absently, but he didn't move away. "Be cool, it's not that serious bruh. What could of happened didn't and we're all glad for it. Let's leave it at that." He still didn't look up, his tone flat, but Neville saw the way his hand shook. He knew it wasn't from fear. "Tired of telling ya punk ass I don't need a bodyguard," he added and nestle his head into the crock of Neville's arm.

"Yet you don't decline my services," was Neville's quick reply. Then out of nowhere his stomach grumbled and they both burst out laughing. Their bodies collapsed into each other and they didn't break the contact once they were calm enough to speak. "I don't know about you but I'm starving."

"You know I can always eat."

"Not always but we'll work on it," Neville said with a smirk as he dialed up the best person to satisfy his rumbling tummy. He dodged a lazy uppercut from Breeze while he waited for Gianni to pick up. It was about the time he would be packing up for the night and Neville hoped to catch him before he left the truck.

"Tell me something good big fella," Gianni said with a smile in his voice. He sounded tired but that was normal if he was working. "And before you ask, I got all the coconut shrimp tacos you can eat coming home with me tonight...wait that's the only reason you called huh greedy?"

"I can't call my boy to find out how his day is," Neville lied blatantly and the laugh he heard on the other end of the line told him he didn't get it past Gianni. "Whatever yo, we got a guest so you gotta bring extra. You know I don't share them tacos."

"Mmm tacos," Brion moaned into Neville's chest. It wasn't loud but he was close enough that Gianni heard it over the phone.

"Close company huh," he asked and Neville laughed. "So I take it you're protein depleted and ravenous? Don't answer that, matter fact get off the phone and get the spunk out the air. I'll be home in like 20."

He hung up before Neville could respond but he didn't mind and turned his attention back to the easiest complicated situation he'd ever been in. It wouldn't last, he was certain of that, but for as long as it did Neville would enjoy it. He slipped his phone into his pocket and slid his arms around Brion, his chin rested on the top of his head. A small smile crept across his lips as he felt first one then two soft kisses on his neck and the long deep breath that followed. A hand slipped under the heavy cotton of his sweatshirt to rest on his back. Neville wondered if he would be so open with his affection when Gianni got back and decided that he wouldn't be upset if Brion reverted back to the simple touches of male camaraderie. As long as he didn't have to go without his presence in his life, Neville would take what he could get.

"Hey Nev?"

"Hey Breeze?"

"If it's aight with you...I mean if you don't want...I mean I get it if you don't..."

"Spit it out bud," Neville said, trying not to acknowledge what he hoped might be said. He lean back to look into Brion's face and found him looking back at him. In the dim light, the only thing Neville could see clearly were his eyes. 

Brion snorted and shook his head before he said, "I'm just saying it might be less hassle if you I stayed til tomorrow that way we could go to Pop's from my place. Save you the back and forth you know."

"Less hassle huh," Neville said with a chuckle. His hopes answered he decided not to press his already impressive luck. "So is that an invitation to family dinner?"

"And a sleepover all at once. Just like old times."

"Well I hope not. Nobody wants to share your pissy sleeping bag."

"Word bruh, that was like one time and it was your fault anyway," Brion groaned as he gave Neville a playful slap across the face. "What kind of 6 year old isn't scared shitless of Evil Dead..."

"I wasn't," Neville said and dodged another love tap from Breeze. This time he grabbed the hand, kissed his palm, and laced their fingers together. "I think Gianni got the new one. Turn all the lights out, build a pillow fort in the living room..."

"Don't forget the party mix," Brion added with a laugh. 

"I hated that shit you know that right. I only ate it cause you liked it so much," Neville admitted and Brion rolled his eyes but they were so close that Neville could see the way he smiled. "But fuck party mix when coconut shrimp tacos is coming up the driveway."

"I'm not watching that movie Neville. Call me a bitch I don't give a fuck," he said as he climbed over Neville out of the hammock. Neville grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back, laughing.

"Aww come on Breezy baby, don't I always protect you..."

"Yeah, yeah but it won't be the sleeping bag that's pissy."

"Hey I might like that you never know," was his quick response and Brion shoved him away with a gagging noise. 

"That's fucking gross bruh."

"Yeah I'm sure you said the same thing about jacking another dude but you got over that now didn't you...ah man I'm just saying keep an open mind that's all." 

He held Brion in a loose headlock as they went to meet Gianni at his car. Part because he wanted him close, part because he wanted to gauge his reaction to it and was happy when there was none. It was Neville who broke the contact to help his roomie unload his tiny car. He noted the way the two looked at each other and thought it best to make some proper introductions before things got ugly. He was certain Gianni had assumed his "close company" was Colin, hence his eagerness to bring extra food. But he was just as sure that the two men would get along fine if they had a civilized conversation. Getting that conversation started was another story altogether. As soon as they got inside, Gianni headed upstairs mumbling something about a shower and Neville thought from the way he took the stairs two at a time that he might not come back. But he was a better man than that and returned just in time to overhear a quiet conversation between friends.

"I don't blame him the way I acted last night...I mean honestly I would have laid myself out in the driveway if I was him," Brion said, his embarrassment plain in his tone. "Maybe I should just get a cab home. You got a good thing going here...good people...I don't want to ruin it for you."

"That would ruin it," Neville said with more force than he meant. He looked at Brion then, his eyes glossy not returning his gaze, and moved to stand beside him. "And it's not about the sex. I miss my friend. You can't dangle your presence in my life and snatch it away. That's not fair to either of us."

"I ain't say shit about you bruh," Brion said quietly, edged himself closer to Neville but didn't touch him. "But if you think that man gonna wanna chill and have beers with me after all the fucked up shit I said last night you delusional..."

"I'd do it just to spite you," Gianni said as he passed them to get to the fridge. He pulled out three long necks and popped the caps. With a smile he said, "I'll admit you made a shitty first impression..."

"That was the second," Neville said with a chuckle and Brion flipped him the bird.

"Either way," Gianni added with a smirk. "I won't hold it against you." With that Gianni stuck out his hand and introduced himself. "Gianni Bellomo."

"Brion MacIntosh." He took the offered hand and pulled Gianni into the hug/handshake of old friends. "That's not me bruh," he whispered before he released him. "This has been the craziest month of my life..."

"Crazier than finding out about Soliel," Neville asked around a mouthful of taco. Once he knew there wouldn't be another fist fight he took it upon himself to dig in. Brion's only response was a hard slap to his ass before he dug in himself. 

They stood around the island, the three of them drinking beers and eating communally. It didn't take long for the good food and booze to release the last bit of tension that hung in the air around them. Neville found himself smiling, a lot, listening to the two of them compare notes about him. He didn't even mind the sharing of embarrassing moments from his past and present. Like the time when a 13 year old Neville got caught smuggling cans of beer on their eighth grade field trip to D.C.. It was Brion's idea but he was too scrawny at the time to pull it off, so Neville slipped the six pack down the legs of his sweatpants. Maybe it was the heat from his body or the jostling from the ride but halfway there one by one the cans started to burst. It didn't take long for their teacher to catch a whiff of the cheap beer in the air and begin questioning the boys in the back of the bus.

"And you know what this dude says...'It's a long ride and I need to stay hydrated'." He barely got it out, so consumed with laughter and drink that he wasn't sure if Gianni heard him. Brion repeated the last line and slapped Neville on the back. "Took the wrap for me and everything, even though he knew his father and that evil bitch he married might lock him in the basement for it. He wouldn't even let me tell them it was mine, and believe me I begged, but he wouldn't hear it. The best guy I know right here," he added, his rough hand around the back of Neville's neck. It was a loving touch and Neville leaned into it.

Gianni raised his beer, his fourth or fifth they'd stopped counting, and said, "To old friends and new ones..."

"Fresh starts and clean slates," Brion added, raised his glass of water. They both looked at Neville who raised an eyebrow before he lifted his beer.

"So I guess this mean there ain't gonna be no fight for my affection..."

"Fucking asshole," Brion said with a shove. 

"Such a jerk," Gianni said, almost at the same time and they all laughed. He took his beer, and slipped another in the pocket of his sweatpants and headed out of the kitchen.

"Ain't he, though," Brion said shaking his head at Neville as he followed Gianni up to the loft. 

Neville heard the TV turn on and the channels flip as he cleaned up the dinner mess. It wasn't much, few empty bottles on the counter and the big disposable tray the tacos came in. He was glad they hadn't used plates which meant all he had to do was wipe down the counter before he joined them upstairs. There was some stand up special on the TV and the two men laughed hard at his notion of women being deceitfully needy creatures. Neville took a seat on the floor in front of the loveseat where Brion lay, making himself completely at home. Gianni reclined fully in his favorite chair absently flipping his lighter between his fingers as he flipped channels again. When Bruiser came to join the guys, he flopped his huge head in Neville's lap, making the man slouch down to shift the weight from his package to his stomach and Neville rest his head on the couch behind him. Brion roll to his side and slide his arm around his neck, whispered something in his ear, causing him to chuckle in a way that made it clear it was a private joke. Gianni didn't have to hear it to know it wasn't innocuous. The way his hand slid into the neck of his hoodie and Neville put his head back into Brion's chest.

"Hold the fucking phone," he blurted out as he sat forward, muting the TV. He looked from Neville to Brion and back again. "What the hell is going on here? What happened to 'I'm not no fucking faggot' and 'Just cause my boy like dick in his ass don't mean I do?' This seems like a pretty drastic change over the matter of hours." His tone was only slightly accusatory, but Neville thought he might like to hear the answer so he remain quiet. 

"What can I say I had a change of heart," Brion said with a smirk and Gianni threw a pillow at him. He put it behind his head, laughing. "Aight, aight it's not that simple. I knew for a long time that he was into guys...into me...But I wanted him to tell me. I know that's a hard thing to come to terms with, even with the most supportive parents let alone his peoples. I ain't want to just spring it on him like, 'Say bruh I seen some weird shit on your laptop.' I figured that was something he should tell me so I waited, and waited. Then the shit with Soliel... I admit I should have said I knew then but I was hurt too. I felt like he thought he couldn't trust me with that kind of information. Like I'd love him any less if I found out he liked dick. Then the other night when he kissed me...I ain't take that well either. It caught me off guard...not the kiss but my reaction. I ain't expect to like it so much and it shocked me. Not cause I liked it. I played ball in France and Holland a few years after college. Trust me when I tell you bruh I've seen some things. I'm not as close minded as I seemed last night..."




Fresh Out Ch. 05



"Yeah about last night," Gianni said as he lit a cigarette. He only smoked in the house when Tyler wasn't home to tell him not to and Neville was surprised it took him this long to light up. He tossed the pack at him, and the lighter too before he asked, "So how exactly did you come to know that guy you were with?"

Brion snorted and he stole a drag from Neville's cigarette before he answered. "Claude...that fuck. He's a friend of my partners. Donated a nice chunk of money to help us get the gym up and running. Last night I thought I was schmoozing for another donation...and before you say anything. I knew where I was. I signed the papers, that wasn't the first time I been there with him. First time he slipped me something though. That's why I was so fucked up...then when I saw yall...I knew yall saw me. When you came over and not Neville I figured he was done with me for good this time. I couldn't take it...I figured if it was gonna be the end I was gonna make it a end worth remembering. Fucked up I know but that's where my head was at. I ain't think yall was gonna intervene so heavy...you got hands bruh I give you that..."

By then Brion had stolen Neville's beer and his cigarette, but he hadn't let him go, his arm still wrapped around his neck. As he came to tell of last night's incident, Neville took his hand. Gianni saw it, the action seemed natural and it made him smile a little.

"And now I feel like more of an ass because I never even said thank you...to either of yall. Or Neville's white boy," He added the last with a playful nudge. "I seen that whole shit bruh. Watching you handle him...thanks for my first nut of the day," he added with a kiss to the back of Neville's neck. 

"What about the second and the third," Neville asked with a smirk, expecting some sort of snide reply.

"Don't worry babyboy I got you," was all he said but the look on his face told the rest. It was intense to say the least and it made Neville blush. And Gianni gag. 

"On that note I bid you guys good night," he said as he hopped out of his chair. "Come on Bruise let's give the guys some privacy...I know buddy," Gianni added in response to the sad whimper the dog emitted as he lumbered after him, his head low. "I'll even let you sleep in my room...farts and all." 

Alone, the other two couldn't find a reason not to so they did and all of a sudden Neville was nervous about it. There were certain implications that went along with actually sleeping together. Despite their earlier conversation, this wasn't just a sleepover. It would not be like old times. This going wrong could ruin the chances of them rebuilding their relationship but it was too late now. Brion had already pulled off his hoodie and tossed it on the chair, flopped down on top of the blankets and grabbed the remote. 

"Stop thinking," he said without taking his eyes off the screen. "Don't make it weird..." 

"It's not," Neville asked but he got down to just his shorts and lay down. 

"Of course it is but we ain't gotta talk about it," Brion said with a smirk as he shift over towards Neville. "Look man you just got out, just getting to know who you are. I'm not gonna fuck that up confusing you with my feelings. I love you bruh...whether you let me hit or not," he added with a smirk as he roll over to face him. "I just want to be there for you like you always been for me. Only condition is that you be honest with me...and yourself. All I want is for you to be happy..." 

Neville cut him off with his lips, his tongue slipped easily between Brion's parted lips. Then there were hands everywhere, touching and caressing. Groping and fondling muscled torsos and thighs. Hard dicks bumped against each other as the two began to rut. 

"Dude close your door," Gianni yelled from down the hall. They laughed, both sat up but Brion push Neville down as he climb over him. 

"I got it bruh. Relax," he said, as he hit the light and pushed the door shut. Still exhausted Neville was already asleep by the time Brion slipped back into bed beside him. A soft kiss, a whispered good night, and pretty soon he was asleep too.

* * * * *

Neville thought he was dreaming the warm wet suction around his cock. He didn't want to open his eyes for fear it might stop. At first it was just the tip then slowly more of his 11 inches were engulfed between soft full lips. It was the tongue that flicked along the thick vein that ran along the underside of his dick that got his eyes open and a low groan escaped his chest.

"I figured since you woke me up with it the least I could do was take care of it," Brion whispered with his lips on Neville's dick. He looked up at him and smiled before he took him back into his mouth. 

"Breeze...ohhh fuck... you don't have to... "Neville moaned even as he put his hand on top of his head. He never expected this sort of reciprocity. Fucking him was one thing but this was something different. 

"You want me to stop," Brion asked with a smirk before bobbed down slowly. He came back back up and pause to swirl his tongue around Neville's tip again, his eyes locked with Neville's. "I just want to be there for you babyboy that's all. Can I do that for you?" Neville nod his head and Brion sat up, raised his eyebrow. Neville knew what he wanted and smile. 

"Please," he said softly and he pull Brion's head back into his lap but he shook him off. 

He snapped the waistband of Neville's shorts against his balls making him groan. "Lose these babyboy," Brion instructed as he slip out of his own. He didn't even get the words out before Neville was up and naked. 

Neville didn't mind Breeze's bossyness, that was how it had always been between them and he wouldn't have it any other way. But this time he wasn't caught off guard. This time the ravishment would be mutual. Brion kneel beside him and lean over, poised to take Neville back into his mouth but Neville had other plans. He slip one arm around his waist and, with a grunt, lifted Brion so they lay head to foot. The sudden move caught Brion off-guard and he let out a little whimper of surprise. 

"Now you can go," Neville said with a short thrust of his hips as he reach up and push Brion down. His other arm went around his waist to hold him in place. The day before he was more concerned with keeping himself from going too far away from Brion's comfort zone, not anymore. The gags and slurps coming from the other end of the bed told him he need not be. "Take your time Breezy baby," Neville teased, between long slow licks from Brion's balls to the top of his ass crack. "You ain't gonna be able to get it all just yet, but we'll work on it." 

That got him a hard pluck to his balls and, "Oh so you feeling yourself now huh?" 

"Mmhmm," Neville moaned in response, his mouth full of Brion's balls. He was done talking for the moment with his nose buried between the muscled globes of his ass. He adjusted his grip to grab those cheeks and spread them to reveal the tight wrinkled hole they hid. He wasted no time putting his tongue to it and slathering it with spit. He wanted to be inside,but Neville knew it wouldn't happen today. That didn't mean he couldn't start the process of getting him ready for it. 

And it seemed Brion wasn't that opposed to the idea either. He didn't even flinch when Neville pressed his thumb to it. He moaned deep and long against his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down his shaft that curled his toes. By then Neville had him in his mouth, matching his strokes. After a few bobs they started to mirror each other's actions. An index finger in each hole as tongues swirled around flared mushroom caps. Teeth grazed gently up shafts as those fingers multiplied. One went in easily, the second gave them pause and they both groaned in unison. Neville opened his eyes to watch that hole stretch around his thick fingers. Brion writhed against him, moaning every so often as Neville spread and twist his fingers inside him. 

"That's good to you Breezy," Neville said with a hard smack to his ass. The response was physical but the way his back arched and the shivering moan that followed was enough. "Mmhmm that's what I thought...I'm gonna get you ready to take this dick, you know that right? You said you want to be there for me...That you want me to be honest with you and I honestly want to get in this ass." Two more slaps punctuated his proclamation and again he got no verbal response but Brion's body started to tremble. "Oh so you want it huh? Another first for us to share. Only difference I don't need to see your face when I slide up in you. I'd rather watch the muscles in your back twitch and that ass bounce off my thighs. How that sound to you Breezy baby? You gonna take this dick for me... "

"Probably," he groaned as he sat up on all fours. Well three, one hand grabbed his cock and shoved into Neville's mouth. "But not before you get this nut." He was already cumming and the first shot almost went up Neville's nose. The rest went straight down his throat. As soon as he was done Breeze pulled out with a loud wet pop and grab Neville's face. He look down at him, his light eyes intense as they bore into him. Then a grin spread across his lips. "I want to watch you," he said as he lean over and went into the nightstand. With the lube and magic wand in hand, Brion sit behind Neville's head and pull him up so he lay between his outstretched legs. "I know you think about me..." 

"You don't know shit Breeze," Neville said with a grunt as he push the toy up his chute. He moan softly as he turn on the vibration and twist it around in search of his prostate. He pulled his knees up a little for better leverage and slowly work the toy in and out. It wasn't long before his cock started to leak copious amounts of precum. In his play Neville found that his most intense orgasms came when he didn't touch his dick so he didn't stroke himself. He grab Brion's hand and put it to his chest. "Yeah harder... Shit just like that..." He chanted over and over as Brion twist and pull his nipples. 

"Damn bruh look at that big dick twitch," Brion moan in his ear. He lean forward and reach to grab that hard leaky column of flesh but Neville swat his hand away. 

He was close, his hips thrust in the rhythm of fuck. His toes curled and his breath came in short quick bursts through clenched teeth. Brion held him tighter, one arm around his neck the other around his chest, chanting in his ear like he was cheering him on. "Yeah babyboy...Work that hole...Lemme see that big dick shoot... Fuck nigga you got me rocked up again..." Then he kissed him. Brion grabbed him, his rough hand under Neville's chin and yank his face upwards to shove his tongue into his mouth. It was forceful and the intensity push Neville over the edge. With an animalistic growl he shot his load, painting his chest with it. His big body trembled in Brion's arms as he slowly came back to Earth. He felt Brion slide out from under him and scoop up a string of his cum with his fingertips. Neville waited, lips parted, for those fingers to make their way to his mouth. When they didn't come he opened his eyes just in time to see Brion suck them into his mouth. 

"Not bad," he said with shrug, as he hopped down off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Neville heard the shower start but he didn't move until he felt a finger on the arch of his foot. "Come on babyboy I gotta be at the gym for a little bit today. You could nap at my crib til dinner... You still coming right," he added without looking at Neville. For all his bravado, Brion couldn't hide his self-consciousness from Neville. It was another one of those endearing qualities, the fact that he never hid his vulnerability when they were alone. 

"Naw I slept enough today. I could go check Paris while you handle your business or I could come with you." Neville knew Brion wanted the latter but was too afraid of the possibility of rejection, something he himself had recently gotten over so he didn't have a problem suggesting it. 

"Yeah," Brion said, overly excited but just for a moment before his cloak of nonchalance returned. "That'll work."



Fresh Out Ch. 06



It was weird to watch him as an adult. Neville had convinced himself that Brion hadn't changed much in the near decade since they'd last spoken but he had clearly been wrong. With a whistle between his teeth, Breeze ran the kids, the youngest 5 and the oldest 9, through the drills he himself hated and complained about all their lives. He embodied all the qualities they had appreciated in their coaches without losing his own comedic personality. Brion was never one to take himself too seriously. When he made varsity as a freshman, he shrugged it off to good luck. And when he made all-state as a sophomore he joked that his father probably paid some people off. Even when he made all-American his last two years of high school and had recruiters from all over the country coming to watch him play, he made it clear to Neville that he wasn't going anywhere without him. He was getting the same kind of attention but there was very little overlap for the two to enjoy success on the hardwood and the gridiron. 

They ended up staying local at a relatively small division-1 school that was happy to add two homegrown stars to their ranks. At least until Neville's fuck up, but he never faulted the administration or his coaches for his unceremonious booting. Brion stayed and graduated with a degree in Sports Management. He had no illusions of NBA success and used his talents to travel the world, playing professionally in two countries while he earned another degree in Sports Medicine. From a very early age Brion knew that he wanted to open a gym for kids like them, well like Neville, who didn't have much support with their athletic endeavors. Neville had always admired that about him, his drive and self assurance to see to his goals. Sure they partied as much as any other campus celebrity but Brion never missed a class and graduated with a very respectable 3.6 GPA. 

Neville watched from the bleachers with a few parents as Brion lived his dream, directing the 20 or so kids and his three high school aged assistants through layup lines and ball handling drills. He even ran the kills at the end of the session with them, backwards, shouting words of encouragement to all the kids by name. At the end every kid got a sports drink, a high-five, and an attaboy before they went to change back into their street clothes. He chatted with the adults while they waited for the little guys to return, occasionally glancing over in Neville's direction. Unfortunately he couldn't tell if the red in Brion's face was from blush or exertion, but he was fine with either. When all the kids were gone Brion, with the help of his assistants, returned the gym back to it's pre-practice emaculance. Neville would have helped but he was enjoying watching too much, and listening to Breeze be Breeze. He teased the lone girl among them about her prom date prospects, telling her, "It might be hard for you to find a date who ain't intimidated by that mean cross of yours. But if you gotta let a man win to get him to notice you, he ain't worth your time babygirl." Neville noticed one of the boys' quick glances at her and smiled thinking, she might not have to look as far as she thought. When they were done Brion followed them out and locked the door behind them. With a cocky smirk on his face, he sauntered over to Neville and pulled off his shirt.

"We got time for you to get ya ass kicked if you want," he said as he grabbed a stray ball and dribbled a little, lazily putting it through his legs a couple times before he turned and shot a fadeaway jumper from well beyond the three-point line.

"Naw bud this ya world," Neville said as he climbed down from the bleachers to retrieve the rebound and send the ball back to Breeze with a bounce pass. "This is a pretty nice set up you got here though. I'm proud of you man."

"Oh stop it," he said as he took another shot from just beyond the top of the key. Another swish and Neville again rebounded and sent it back. This time he made a pass that Brion had to run to catch but he made it and the turnaround jumper that followed. "I'm just doing what I feel like I was put here to do. Nothing really noble about that."

"You kill me with that shit yo," Neville said as he took a shot of his own, which of course didn't go in but Brion tossed the ball back to him and nodded for him to take the shot again. "Can't a brotha just be impressed by his boy doing his thing." The ball came through the net with a swish. Brion caught the rebound, put it on the floor twice, and two hand dunked it. He did a little dance when he landed and Neville shook his head. "Always a show off," he said with a chuckle and Brion shrugged his shoulders.

"What? You know I'm kinda a nice wit it," he said as he tucked the ball under his arm. "Lemme go grab my stuff before Pop start calling and shit." A few minutes later, Brion returned in sweats and a t-shirt, smelling like body wash and cocoa butter. Neville wanted to lick him but he settled for a playful shove instead which Brion returned.

As they cruised through the city, Neville thought he might be nervous about the possibility of bumping into a relative but Brion's presence in the passenger seat eased his anxiety. It wasn't that he didn't want to see anybody but the probability of confrontation was pretty high with some of his more zealous family members. He avoided his old neighborhood where he knew his father still lived and he noticed Brion almost comment on his detour. Instead he patted Neville's thigh and turned up the radio, keeping his mouth shut.

Eventually they pulled up in front of Brion's childhood home and found his father puffing a cigar on the front porch. It wasn't much, a typical inner city row home but some of Neville's greatest childhood memories happened under that roof. He was excited as he found a parking spot a few doors down. Brion's dad watched them park from the porch. He had been seated until they got out of the car, but when he saw Neville he jumped up and tossed the cigar away before he made his way gingerly down the steps.

"Hey Pop look who I found," Breeze said as they walked up to the older version of himself. He opened his arms to hug his father but was shoved aside by the man responsible for his handsome smile and light eyes.

"So you listened to me for once in your life. Only took you 28 fuckin' years," he barked but there was a huge grin on his face as he took Neville into a bearhug. "I told his punk ass to go see you but he ain't listen."

"They wouldn't let me on the list Pop..."

"Fuck a list boy. You should have found a way," came quickly from his father with a hard slap to the back of his head.

"It's cool Mac I wasn't in no shape to see nobody no way. Him coming to see me the other night was enough."

"You out clean...no PO visits?"

"Yes sir," Neville said with a smirk, knowing full well where this visit was going. "Did every day minus eight months of good time. I ain't want no tether."

"That's what I'm talking bout," Mac said with a hard pat to his back before he pulled him into another hug. This one was less intense but Neville still appreciated the love. "Well shit lets get in the house before Margie come looking for me."

At the mention of Mac's new girlfriend, a frown came to Neville's face and both men noticed. Brion's mother passed away from a stroke during the first year of his incarceration and it weighed on him that he wasn't there to see his best friend through it or to pay his respects to the woman who was like his mother. He even called her momma, unlike his stepmother who he unaffectionately called Ms. Pru.

"It's cool young fella, Margie takes pretty good care of me these days. She a good woman..."

"Gotta be to put up with ya old ornery ass," Brion said with a laugh even after he received another cuff from his father.

"Now don ya two be startin' that nonsense ya hear me," came from the kitchen in a slight island twang and the MacIntosh men laughed.

"Sorry Margie," came from them both in unison as an older dark skinned woman came through the open kitchen door. Brion went to her and kissed both her cheeks. He had to stoop a little, she couldn't have been more than 5'3" and she reached up and hugged him tight.

"And who dis big handsome man who come we you...He face look familiar," she said as she looked at Neville with squinted eyes.

"Put your glasses on baby you might be able to see him," Mac said and Margie swatted him away. "This here's my other boy, Neville. He ain't come from me but he damn sure spent enough time here for me to claim I raised him." Neville laughed at that as the little woman reached up and greeted him as she had Brion.

She held his face in his hands and smiled up at him. "Got a little island blood in ya too don't ya baybe?"

"My mother was from Trinidad," Neville said of the woman who birthed him but never had the pleasure of meeting. She died shortly after his birth. His father didn't talk much about her when he was growing up and now that he was an adult Neville wanted nothing more than to find his relatives that remained on the island.

With a pat to his cheek she said, "She be proud of the man you become. Don't let no one tell you different baybe." Margie kissed his forehead and hugged him tight, when she released him Neville's eyes were wet. "Go now hang with the men, I'll call when the curry done."

It was Mac who pulled him away, with a hand to the back of his neck and laughed a little. "Margie got a little bit of the sight. I learned a long time ago if she tell you something heed it. Right, son?"

"If I did, I could have saved myself some paper on divorce lawyers," was his simple response as he led the way down to the basement. It warmed Neville's heart to see it didn't look any different than when he was a kid, except there were now two recliners. They were in much better condition than the tattered plaid one that he remembered and he laughed as the MacIntosh men eased into them with long sighs. Brion leaned his all the way back and turned on the massage feature. A smile crept across his lips and turned his head to Neville on the couch. With his eyes closed he said, "Don't worry bruh I'mma let you have next. All that work you been putting in I'm sure you a little sore."

"Yeah Paris told me you been working construction," Mac said and Neville tried his best to avoid his eyes as Brion smirked. "Good crew?"

"Yeah, Garrett Restoration," Neville answered, deliberately avoiding Brion's gaze as he told his father of his new job. "It's just a few guys but they work hard. Pays well, good benefits. Boss is a good guy, invited me to stay up at his place when Paris had the baby a day before I got out..."

"And he ain't never moving out," Brion added with a smirk.

"What he got a daughter or something?"

"Naw, nothing like that," Neville said to Mac though his eyes shot daggers at Brion who only laughed. "Its out in the sticks, real quiet you know. Me and his nephew have gotten to be pretty close. It's no bullshit over there. If I stayed with Paris, it wouldn't have been coming from her but I'm sure there would have been something, and with the baby, I ain't want to put that on her. Plus it's cool to be in a different environment. Less tense," Neville said finally and looked up to find both men smiling at him. It was Brion's gaze that made him look away, luckily the sports news was on the television, providing the perfect distraction. 

"I hear that young fella," Mac said as he reached under the side table between the two recliners. He came away with a cigar box and sat it in his lap. "That must be why you seem relaxed. I ain't never seen a mufucka been out couple months so collected. That in itself is an accomplishment. I got to admit I wasn't so sure what to expect, I mean you ain't no street cat..."

"Really Pop," Brion said in Neville's defense.

"He know I don't mean no disrespect," was Mac's response as deftly rolled a joint. Neville laughed at that. He knew what he meant and it wasn't the first Neville heard such a thing. His entire life had been a prison that his incarceration freed him from, once his bid was up, Neville was more free than he'd ever been in his life. "I'm just saying I know guys did half as much time and come out all fucked up and shell shocked. I'm just happy you made it through, son."

"Thanks a lot Mac," Neville said, of the sentiment and the joint that came his way. He hadn't smoked in years and never with Brion's father. Neville knew from their early teens that Mac enjoyed a little chronic every now and then but he wasn't the type of parent that shared his questionable habits with his children. Neville remembered very vividly the dressing down they received when Mac caught them smoking cigarettes in seventh grade, a habit that he developed when he was about their age. "Nobody gave enough a shit about me to tell me I was a moron. I love you two too much to allow you the privilege of stupidity." Of course they did it anyway but they stopped stealing his to enjoy the taboo. 

All the talk seemed to be done as the joint moved from man to man. True to his word Brion switched seats with Neville, even set the massager to a setting he thought he might like before he stretched out on the couch. He got up occasionally to change the channel at his father's request without making too much noise, other than a heavily drawn breath or rolled eyes. Being in this house with them was the one thing he missed from his old life. He could feel himself getting emotional again and pushed it away with a hard sniff, but when he felt Brion's hand on his there was no holding it back. Neville let the tears flow and Mac grabbed the back of his neck.

"I wasn't bullshiting up there with Margie," Mac said as he squeezed his neck. "You as much my boy as that one over there. I talked to your father not to long after your trial and let him know just how much a jackass he was for not showing up for you. Sure you pissed away your talent and deserved to know just how disappointed you made all of us but that don't mean you deserved to go it alone. Now I'm not usually the type to judge or talk about about folks but we just as much family as your own blood..."

"More," Neville said quietly and wiped his face. It was then Mac noticed their hands, fingers laced tightly together but he didn't say anything about it. "I'm sorry I never wrote back."

"You never told me you did that Pop."

"I ain't gotta tell you shit boy," was Mac's playful reply and Brion smirked. "And I wasn't looking for a response. I just wanted you to know that you had somebody that's all. I've heard brothas say you can't worry about the outside while you in there but those the same ones who come out and can't live out in the world again. I ain't want that to be you son. You made a mistake. You paid for it. Now it's time you move on from it."

"That you ain't gotta worry bout Mac. I'm in a much better place now than I ever was," Neville said having collected himself. He took a deep breath and squeezed Breeze's hand before he let it go. He hadn't even realized they were holding hands until he let go. Neville looked at Mac but the older man showed no signs of even recognizing the contact and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I got good people around me now. Lots of support. Yall ain't got to worry about me losing my mind again. I'm out and plan to stay that way."

"Well that's the best news I heard all week son," Mac said with a smile. "I saw Paris the other day at the market with that big ole baby boy of hers. She told me you were doing well, said you were a little reluctant to come back around but I'm glad you did son."

"She meant my peoples and it's more than reluctant," Neville added with a laugh. He didn't want to say he was flat out not going anywhere near them, figuring that might be a little much.

"Well it's their loss. You always welcome here son, no matter what, and don't you forget it."

Almost on cue, Margie yelled down from the top of the stairs for them to "Come on, get it," and they all jumped up. It had been years since Neville smoked and the three little tokes he took had his head swimming a little bit. He was the last up the stairs and he took the opportunity to give Brion's ass a grope.

"Quit playin," he said over his shoulder with a smirk as he swatted Neville's hand away.

Neville had assumed Brion would hide their affection from his father. Granted it wasn't overt but the subtle touches and quick glances weren't hidden as they sat beside each other at the dining room table. They didn't go unnoticed from the older couple either. Mac and Margie shared a few glances of their own as Brion moved his chair closer to Neville's and when Neville dropped a piece of coco bread on Brion's plate before he deposited one on his own. There was something going on between them, it was obvious, but like his son, Mac would let them tell it if it needed to be said.

Aside from the absence of the matriarch and Brion's sisters, dinner at the with the MacIntoshes wasn't any different than it had been in his childhood. Mac teased Brion about all aspects of his life and the son returned the favor as usual. Margie filled in well enough as the mother figure, telling them both to leave the other alone in turn and Neville laughed so hard at times that he choked. Breeze was there to pat his back but he didn't pull his hand away once Neville recovered, keeping his arm draped around the back of his chair. They had come to the end of the meal by then and Margie excused herself to clean up the dishes and pack up some of the leftovers for the boys to take home. Neville tried to decline but she wouldn't hear of it and came back with two paper bags full of curry goat, rice and peas, cabbage, and plantains for each of them.

"This is their way of telling us it's time to go. It was a cialis in that fistful of pills Pop just took," Brion laughed as he got up from the table, taking both bags with him. And Mac didn't deny it.

"Once you get my age you gotta do what you gotta to keep the one you with happy," he said with a smirk. The wording wasn't lost on either of the boys but Neville was the only one who thought to explain. He opened his mouth to do so and Mac held up his hand. "I might be old but I'm not old school. I had my suspicions about you two for a long time. His reaction to your departure from his life only confirmed what I already knew. He was heart broken and not from him thinking you might have put the moves on his girl. I asked him and he tried to deny it but a father knows his son, even if he ain't know himself yet."

"But he's not gay," Neville said with a smirk and Brion rolled his eyes.

"But you are," Mac said and Neville nodded, his eyes dropped to the floor but Mac grabbed his chin and made him hold his head up. "Ain't nothing wrong with who you are son. Church folk like to shout about God not making no mistakes but they twist it all around to fit they own closed minds. He don't make no mistakes, that's true, and I'm sure He could give a damn about who you taking to bed so long as they go willingly. If yall together, I'm happy for you. If not, have fun. But you make me have to come pick him up off the floor again like I did then I'll forget how much I love you boy." The last he added with hard eyes on Neville before he patted his shoulder and laughed. He grabbed them both around the shoulders and led them to the door. "Now I don't know about yall but curry makes me sleepy if you know what I mean," he said as he opened the door for them.

"Aight Pop that's enough sharing for tonight."

"I'm just telling it how it is boy," was his quick reply as he shoved Brion through the door. Neville got a more civilized farewell, another warm hug before he said, "I meant what I said son. You always welcome here, with or without him. This better not be the last time I see you."

"No sir, it won't," Neville said as he pull away. "Tell Margie I said thank you for dinner."




Fresh Out Ch. 06



"Tell her yourself next Sunday," he said and slammed the door. Neville stood on the porch until he heard all the latches and laughed, looking at Brion. "I ever tell you how much I love your Pops."

"All the time bruh, all the time."



Fresh Out Ch. 07



Sorry this has taken so long and thank you all for your patience, encouragement, and critiques.  They keep me going.  I greatly appreciate you all.

Bracketed text [] implies text messages.

*****

Neville felt like a new man. He had a job he loved, great friends, and now, finally, his own wheels. Tyler had offered to co-sign for him once his license got reinstated but Neville believed the man had already done enough for him. Plus between what he had stashed away with Paris and what he saved in the four months since he'd been home he had more than enough to buy himself something nice. It wasn't new or his usual taste but it was his and that was what mattered most to him. His first car had been a "gift" from his father. He used the quotations because his father only gave it to him to run his errands and to chauffeur Ms. Pru around so he didn't have to anymore. Neville wasn't even allowed to keep the keys until he left for college, where he totalled it being an idiot but that was his old life. The life that didn't belong to him. Sure his screwing it up was his own doing but you have to burn a few pancakes before you get the perfect one.

That's not to say that he would call his life perfect but it was getting there. He still lived with Tyler and Gianni but that was looking like it was going to be permanent. In the beginning he felt himself a burden but now they were becoming a family of sorts. He and Gianni had developed a brotherly bond, the sexual tension having dissolved at some point without their knowledge. And Tyler remained a reluctant patriarch of their created clan, often yelling at the younger guys to "keep it down" when their video game smack talk got out of hand. Even Brion had become a fixture at the house, spending most weekends snuggled up or rough housing with Neville before the two departed for Sunday dinner with Mac and Margie. They started inviting Gianni after he commented about Neville not bringing home enough leftovers to share and was welcomed warmly to the table. Margie didn't have any children of her own and enjoyed the interest Gianni showed in her recipes for island delicacies. His playful flirting caused a bit of the silly young man to come out of Mac which only made Margie like him that much more.

Neville couldn't have imagined his life would been so good when he first stepped out of that prison however many days ago it might have been. He didn't even count anymore, never even looked at his calendar. Even knowing what day it was seemed an arbitrary notion these days. Now he measured his time in moments. How many more letters Neville and Gianni would add to the word HORSE when they played with Brion. How long it would take Tyler to ask Gianni what was for dinner when they got home from work. 

He never remembered smiling so much, even Brion noticed Neville's new fun loving demeanor. They had always played but he never remembered Neville being so playful. Being an only child, his interactions with kids his own age had always been awkward. Now he spent every Sunday morning with Brion helping him work out the little guys and ladies in his program. He didn't have much basketball insight but that didn't much matter to them when Neville hoisted them to his shoulders to slam dunk. 

Even now, as he drove his used late model Charger to surprise Brion at his day job he couldn't stop his grin. It was one of those high maintenance personalized gyms for the wealthy in a high rise overlooking the bustling downtown with windows so high up passersby couldn't see you sweat. Brion loved it. He told Neville he never got paid so much to do so little and it allowed him lots of downtime to meet his best friend on all his breaks. Garrett Restoration was stationed downtown for the time being redoing a condo for a friend of Tyler's about a block away from Brion's gym so needless to say they had been seeing a lot of each other, but in a mostly platonic way. 

Not today though. Neville had made reservation at a restaurant Gianni recommended for it's intimate atmosphere and out of the way location. Brion wasn't exactly out and Neville didn't mind hiding but he wanted to go somewhere that didn't require Brion to glance around the room before they could touch. Gianni assured him that wouldn't be an issue and Neville took his word. Brion told him when they met up for lunch that his last session would be over about six. "I'm all yours after that," he told him and wiggled his eyebrows to which Neville rolled his eyes. He laughed and said, "But you think we can chill at my place tonight. I really don't feel like driving all the way out to the sticks." It really didn't matter to Neville, he made the reservations for nine to give them both time to get cleaned up. Packing an overnight bag only added 15 minutes to the time it took him to get ready. He even had enough time to go to the barber shop. Not in prison anymore, Neville figured he could grow his hair back before he didn't have it anymore. Now he sported a low taper, or a Brooklyn in the world of Black barber speak, and a light beard. Even he had to admit it was more becoming than his clean shaven look. Gianni said it made him look like less of a convict, that alone made the new style a keeper.

[B home in like 30...we still gettin up]

And again Neville was grinning. Brion hadn't come out of the building yet so he waited in his parking spot a few doors down in front of one of those boutique sneaker shops. He texted back almost immediately.

[You drove]

[Not today why?]

He brought his Charger to life when Brion set foot to payment. His eyes on his phone, Brion paused as if waiting for Neville's response. He took a moment to ogle him a little, clad in knee length gym shorts and a nylon windbreaker with his gym bag slung across his chest. They had made tandem massaging a bit of a habit and Neville loved the feel of Brion's muscled legs the most. His calves were like granite and even now at a distance they made his cock jump.

[Just wondering...but you should go the other way]

Brion had started to walk in the direction of the bus stop but paused when he read the text. He looked up and down the block, looking for Tyler's beat up pick up. Neville was certain so he sent another text.

[You're cute when you're confused Breeze...as much as I love looking at that ass I'm gonna need you to turn around]

[Wtf Nev you trippin]

[Humor me]

Neville watched as Brion threw up his hands, looking like a crazy person to the people moving around him. But he did as asked, turning and head back the way he came, his face going quickly from perplexed to pissed until Neville tooted his horn and rolled his window down.

"Hey, I thought you might want a ride," He called out the window as Brion almost walked past him. He glanced over, kept walking, but did a double take and back peddled

"Holy shit bruh this you," he asked as he leaned into the window. Neville unlocked the door and Brion got in, immediately fiddled with the buttons on the dash. Neville shook his head but didn't swat his hand away like he wanted to and pulled out onto the street. "You don't got nothing to compensate for babyboy but this shit here is a nice look," he said as he flipped through the satellite radio stations.

"Well seeing as its only been in my possession a week I'd rather you not bust the radio fooling around with it," Neville scolded playfully as he hit the preset button on the steering wheel. Breeze looked at him with a smirk and raised his hands before he laced his fingers and put them in his lap. Without taking his eyes off the road, Neville reached over and patted his hands and smiled. "Good boy," he said and Brion swatted him away, laughing. "Hey...umm... I don't want this to be weird but I kinda wanted to do something different..."

"Don't be mad but Gianni kinda ruined your surprise," Brion said in a rush and Neville sucked his teeth.

"That fucker!"

"He was looking out for you," Brion said with his hand on Neville's thigh, slowly tracing circles with his fingertips. "He didn't want me to be caught off guard by you wanting to go on a date...given how I've reacted to your surprises," he added with a chuckle which released Neville's clenched jaws. "I was gonna fuck with you a little but you all nervous and shit. I couldn't pull the trigger. Got your shirt all hung up in the back. I'm a asshole but I couldn't do that to you bruh."

"So it's not weird?"

"Hell no. It's not like we never shared a meal together, Nev."

"Yeah but it's different now."

"Why, 'cause we fucking," Brion said with a chuckle, and took Neville's hand from where it rest on the shifter, softening his crass comment as he laced their fingers together. "Just gives us more to talk about."

"So you'll go?"

"Not if that's how you gonna ask," he pouted and snatched his hand away.

Neville laughed and took Brion's hand back, kissed his palm before he asked, "Brion Isaiah MacIntosh, would you do me the honors of allowing me to escort you out this evening?"

"Is it weird I just got butterflies a little bit," he said and Neville furrowed his brow, thinking he was being a jerk again. But the slight blush on his high cheekbones told his truth.

"Yeah well you better be putting out then." Neville couldn't help it and Brion snatched his hand away again then punched him hard in the shoulder. "What like you never said it before?"

"What do you think I am? Sure I've thought it all the time but I never said it out loud."

By then they were pulling up in front of Brion's house. It was a newly remodeled two bedroom ranch not too far from his alma mater. He got it for cheap as no one really wanted to live in close proximity to frat boys but Brion didn't mind since he wasn't that far removed from that lifestyle himself. Not having a mortgage was a plus too but he wasn't one to brag. His international endorsement deals from playing ball still paid him well, as did his investments. He didn't really have to hold a job once he came back to the states, but he wasn't the type of guy not to work for a living. So he lived comfortably doing what he loved.

They went inside and Brion listened to the messages on his answering machine as he sorted through his mail. Neville eased into one of the leather recliners Brion had situated in front of his 55 inch TV. His place felt more a bachelor pad than Neville's. The Garrett/Bellomo/Sinclair house had more of family style, lived in feel with big furniture that was both comfy and functional. Brion's house was showy like him. All his electronics were top of line, his furniture was all black leather, and his kitchen was so clean that it looked like he didn't cook. Brion even had art on his walls. When he first saw it Neville joked that given the decor people might assume Brion the homosexual of the two of them. Brion scoffed and said, "Why cause I got taste?"

Neville was too busy surfing through the 100 or so sports channels on Brion's television to pay any attention until he heard the refrigerator door slam. The voice of the machine registered in his memory causing his fists to clench and he sat up in his chair. Brion came out of the kitchen to rewind the message to the beginning and listened intently.

"Hey stranger...it's me. I know you're wondering how I got this number but I shouldn't have to tell you that I have my ways." Brion sucked his teeth at the deceitful giggle that came through the speakers and for some reason that relaxed Neville. "I'm in town a couple weeks and I wanted to know if you wanted to get a drink or maybe some dinner. I'll be at the Hilton...so umm...give me a call. Or I could come by that new house of yours. I bet it's beautiful. You always had good taste. Anyway, call me."

Neville didn't say anything, just watched Brion smoulder. But when he grabbed the machine and hurled it against the wall, he couldn't stay seated and followed his best friend as he stormed into his bedroom. Of course he had second thoughts as Brion grabbed the door intent to slam it but when he saw Neville his face softened from its scowl. Neville paused at the threshold and Brion waved him in as he flopped down on his bed, burying his face in the pillows. He let out a long sustained scream that Neville couldn't help laugh at as he sat down on the foot of the bed.

"We not even together and she still ruining my day," he mumbled with his face still in the pillows. Not sure of the protocol in this situation, Neville did what he felt was right and ran his hand up Brion's leg. "I mean it's been almost two years why the fuck would she want to talk to me now?"

"Is that a real question or am I just listening to you vent," Neville asked and Brion chuckled. He rolled over and pulled Neville down beside him. He kicked off his boots and got comfortable before he said, "I mean, knowing Soliel, I could speculate but I'd rather not say something I might regret."

"Come on bruh, ain't nobody pining for her. You can be honest. Just cause I'm still hurt don't mean I want her back," he said and Neville took a deep breath, settled onto his back with both hands behind his head.

"Well the dick in me wants to believe that she might be single again and looking for a fresh meal ticket for herself. But part of me thinks she might just be trying to make amends. I'd like to think that we've all done some growing up since college, I mean look at us. Aside from the sex, I've known you literally all my life and I don't think I've ever felt as close to you as I do now. If you could give me a chance, why not her?"

Brion kissed him then, it was chaste but loving, and settled his head on Neville's chest. "Yeah but it's different between me and you. We were both wrong as fuck, it's easier to forgive that. And you never tried to break us up even though in hindsight I wish you had. You deserved my forgiveness, her I'm not so sure."

"I can see that," Neville said as he slid his arm around Brion to rub his back. "It might do you some good to talk to her again. Whatever her intentions, it might do you some good to hear her out. Get some closure. Knowing you I'm sure once you found out he wasn't yours, it was just over."

"Yeah, I pulled a Neville," he said with a chuckle and Neville ssucked his teeth. "What, I'm saying, I packed up and left while she was out. I ain't want to give myself a chance to do something more stupid than marrying her in the first place. Aight enough of this. If I stay laid up with you any longer date night will be over before it starts," Brion said with one last kiss before he pushed himself off Neville. "How much to fix that dent in my wall?"

"Come on Breeze don't insult me like that," Neville said with a frown. "I'd never take your money."

"Who said anything about money," Brion said with that cocky grin as he dropped his shorts and tossed them at Neville. They landed perfectly on his face and Brion thought it was hilarious until he heard Neville's long deep breath from beneath his shorts. "Really bruh, you couldn't wait until I got in the bathroom to do that. Be real with me Nev you don't really want to go on this date do you?"

Neville laughed and pulled the shorts away to look at his watch. There wasn't enough time for what he wanted to do to him. He could wait, but he made it easier going out and getting his shirt from the car. It wasn't anything special, just a light green button down but it looked good against his dark skin, He left the top two buttons open and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms like Gianni suggested. "And for the love of fuck don't tuck it in," he'd told him and Neville promised he wouldn't. 

Just as he was about to start rummaging through the cabinets for snacks, Brion emerged from his bedroom dressed in perfectly fitted jeans, a tweed vest, a checkered shirt, and blue tie. He was putting on a dark blue bowler hat as he came down the hall, paused at the mirror to sit it on his head just right. Watching him, Neville was starting to question his resolve, especially when Brion turned to smile at him. There was nothing cocky about it, if anything there was just a little bashfulness at the way his lips curled at the corners. Even the way he smoothed his goatee seemed a little shy.

"Damn yo quit staring at me like that," Brion said as he pushed his wallet into his back pocket. "You know, I don't think I've seen you dressed up since prom. This is a good look for you," he said as he patted Neville's beard and Neville gave him a little shove. "What I'm for real. I told you a couple weeks ago it looked good, now it's a problem?"

"Shut up Breeze," came with a hard slap to Brion's hard ass and he jumped a little, stumbling out of his front door. 

Brion was much faster getting ready than Neville thought he might be so there was enough time for him to take a more scenic route to the restaurant. It was on the lake so instead of taking the interstate, Neville stuck to old country roads that ran through the woods. It turned out the place wasn't too far from He-Den. 'Maybe some other time,' he thought to himself as he made the last turn. He was a little confused since it seemed he'd driven into a neighborhood. Brion, who had fallen asleep before they pulled off his block, choose now to wake up and comment. 

"Is it me or do you hear the banjos from Deliverance," he said with a smirk but Neville ignored him, trusting the GPS.

And it wasn't as if the signs didn't match up. The street was long and narrowed as they drove further down. A couple hundred feet after what looked like the last house, the paved road turned to gravel and a few minutes after that the lake was visible through the trees. The road ended at a driveway and Neville continued on until the trees opened up to reveal a beautiful house with a wrap around deck. There were tables set up on the sides and through the large bay windows a bar was clearly visible. Neville pulled up to the front and a man came down, dressed in a red vest and bowtie. They both got out of the car and Neville passed the valet his keys. Brion chuckled quietly at Neville's face, clearly reluctant to relinquish his new toy to a stranger. The valet smiled, having noticed the face as well.

"Don't worry sir. I won't do anything I wouldn't want done to my own baby. Enjoy your meal," he said as he climbed inside and Neville watched as he drove off into the darkness.

"I don't like that I can't see where he's going," he said as he met Brion at the bottom of the stairs, and the other man laughed.

"I guess I'll just have to distract you then," He said with a raised eyebrow and Neville shook his head. He opened the door for them and Neville went to tell the the hostess of their arrival. The table wasn't ready just yet and she directed them to the bar to enjoy a complimentary beverage.

"If you like," she said with a warm smile. "The bar around back is a little less crowded. Unfortunately the game being on has everybody congregating here. Blake would you take these gentleman to the back please," she said to a busboy as he passed. He nodded and waved for Neville and Brion to follow him back outside and around the deck. They passed a few tables, all occupied by couples and small parties of four and five, enjoying their meals as well as conversation. 

Around the back of the house, the porch opened up to a much larger deck that protruded out over the water. The tables there were more spread out and covered by cabanas. The deck itself was lit by soft white light from hundreds of tiny christmas lights that criss crossed above on a lattice. It was beautiful, and the hostess was right, much more intimate. The bar itself didn't have any stools so the guys had to lean, but there was a television playing the same game that was on in the front of the house. Brion ordered a Tom Collins and Neville had a scotch and soda. They both laughed at their choices, having both grown out of the usual hood classics of Hennessey and Remy Martin. They enjoyed their drinks mostly in silence and were eventually joined by two other couples. One straight, one lesbian, and all about the same age, and very clearly on a date. The woman took up the space closest to Neville, giggling at something. Neville wasn't really paying them any mind until Brion tapped his elbow and whispered.




Fresh Out Ch. 07



"Yo tell me that girl ain't rocking my gear," he said quietly and Neville glanced over and burst out laughing, almost spitting his drink. "I don't know whether to be impressed or pissed," he said laughing as well. He wasn't as quiet this time and the women laughed louder.

"Twinsies," they said in unison and all six of them broke out into laughter.

"Yeah but who wears it better," the guy from the other couple asked, bringing his girlfriend along, their hands laced together as they moved closer to the others.

"I think it's only fair that we be the judge. Since we can give our unbiased opinions," she said and they all laughed again. Neville had expected Brion to tense at her implication, and perhaps even put some distance between the two of them, but instead he slipped his arm around Neville's waist.

"Ladies first," he said with a nod at his twin and she smirked before she affected a short runway walk before them. Her girlfriend whistled and catcalled the whole time until it was Brion's turn. "I hate to say it but I think I actually might have to bow out. The pocket square is a killer," he said, removing his hat and taking a bow. Again Neville expected that when Brion broke contact that he wouldn't return it but was pleasantly surprised when that arm came back around his waist. And when Neville slipped his around his shoulders, Brion leaned into him.

"Don't worry Breeze I think you look handsome," he said quietly and kissed the side of his face, figuring all bets were off. And he figured right.

"You better," he said as he looked up at him, his cheeks showing what his bravado didn't.

The ice broken, the three couples went about introducing themselves and enjoying a bit of small talk until the hostess came out to escort Neville and Brion to their table. They didn't have far to travel, it turned out they would be occupying one of the cabanas. The waiter came over just after they were seated and introduced himself, offered to bring them more beverages as they looked over the menu, but they both declined. Neville had to drive and Brion wanted wine with his meal so they sipped their cucumber water as they perused the menu. They decided to skip the appetizers and order three entrees to share. The NY strip steak, pasta primavera, and lobster. Brion got his merlot and Neville told the waiter to leave the bottle. 

Dinner was a pretty penny but it was worth it, if only for the company. Brion was right, it wasn't weird at all. They talked almost constantly, and laughed almost as much. Brion inquired about Neville's relations with his family and was sad when Neville confessed that there was none. He took his hand across the table as he told of his desires to speak to his father and the fear that he would not be welcomed. Brion insisted that he at least give it a shot, and even offered to go with him for moral support.

"I know you been hanging out a lot with Pop but it's not the same as having your own father. Who knows he might even be missing you like you missing him," he said as they headed back up the graveled driveway. Neville shrugged and Brion reached to wipe the tear that came to his eye. Neville leaned into that touch before he kissed his palm and took his hand to hold.

And he didn't let go until they got back to Brion's house. He'd gone to sleep again and Neville laughed as he leaned over to kiss him awake. "Maybe you shouldn't have drank the whole bottle?"

"Waste not want not," was Brion's smirking reply, then he yawned and stretched. "Still staying over," he asked as if he thought otherwise and Neville frowned.

"You mean to tell me after all that money I just spent on you a brotha ain't goin get no cut...not even some head," he said with a smirk and Brion shoved him hard before he opened his door. "That's messed up Breeze. I thought we was boys."

"Yeah we was," Brion said with feigned disgusted as he mounted the stairs to his front door, rolling his eyes at Neville laughing behind him. "I'm glad you think it's funny," he said unable to hold back his own laughter as he keyed his door. The sound of a car door closing turned them both around and Brion grabbed Neville just in time before he went storming down the walkway.

"I just want to talk to you Brion," Claude said, his hands raised in front of him. His eyes trained on Neville as Brion moved to stand in front of him, blocking his path. "You won't answer my calls or return my texts."

"Why would I...I'm not about to have this discussion on my front lawn. Go inside," he said to Neville, who grunted and narrowed his eyes at him. "Relax, I'm not going anywhere and he's not coming in the house. But we can't have a civil conversation with you boiling behind me. I don't need a bodyguard remember," he added with a raised eyebrow as he turned and pushed the door open behind Neville. "Please."

"I'm not going further than the door," He said and Brion laughed.

"I expect nothing less."

Neville closed the door behind him but stayed close as he said he would, listening to the quiet conversation going on just outside. Claude did a lot of apologizing before he starting questioning Brion about whether or not he had gone to the authorities about his actions at the bar. Brion assured him that he hadn't though he promised that if he ever saw him there or anywhere near the gym that he wouldn't hesitate. Claude informed him that his membership to He-Den had been revoked. Niko had also sent a letter, through his lawyer, reminding him of the non-disclosure agreement he signed upon his admission and the penalties he would face if he chose to violate said agreement.

"I don't want any trouble. But I thought we enjoyed each other's company..."

"You serious," Brion asked with a derisive laugh. "Don't nobody wanna hang out with you. Not then and definitely not now. Any time I spent with you was for the checks you write. Maybe I did lead you on a little bit and for that I apologize but it was for the kids and nothing else. And even if I did have some interest in you, what makes you think I would give you any time of day after you slip me something?"

"But you'll spend time with him," Claude said, a little too loud and Neville almost went outside. "You're dressed too well for a boys' night."

"Get the fuck off my porch Claude."

"What, you working on check from him too," he said and Neville heard the unmistakable sound of a thrown, and connected, punch. He watched through the peephole as Claude stumbled backwards down the stairs and Brion inched towards him. This time he did go out, not wanting Brion to let loose his temper completely. "That's assault..."

"Self-defense," Brion said as he took a step down towards the walkway. "What you think Nev?"

"As far as I can see," Neville said with a shrug, his hand firm on Brion's belt. "I think it might be best you move along."

"Fine, have fun with your convict," Claude said as he headed back to his car, gripping his bloodied nose. He jumped in his car and sped off before anybody could respond.

"How did he know that," Neville asked as they made it inside. Brion was still steaming.

"Who gives a fuck," he said as he yanked his tie off, pacing the floor. He stopped when he noticed the concern in Neville's face, still stuck by the door. "What? I don't care about that."

"Yeah, but what if he puts it around that I am? You don't think that might give you some trouble with the gym." Brion smiled at that, and went to him, put his arms around Neville's thick waist.

"You let me worry about that," he said then kissed him softly on the chin. "And not at this moment. I don't know about you but I'd say we've been dressed long enough." It was Neville's turn to smile as Brion pulled him away from the door to latch it. He started to move away but that cocky smirk made its way to his lips and he looked up at Neville. "Now I distinctly remember somebody mentioning something about some head," he said, his eyes locked with Neville's as he worked his pants open.

Neville smiled and said, "I may have said something about it." He decided to keep his comments short, not wanting to stop what was happening being smart. So he kept his mouth shut and leaned back against the door, watching as Brion undid his zipper. "Eager much," he couldn't help but say as Brion yanked his jeans so hard that he stumbled forward. 

"Lil bit," Brion said honestly, much to Neville's surprise, before he ran his tongue along Neville's shaft. He was already hard and throbbing before Brion fought him out of his pants, the long slow lick only heightened his passion, buckling his knees. Brion gave a chuckle as he took Neville's thick mushroom cap into his mouth, grazed his teeth along his tip before his took down as much as he could.

In their time together, exploring Brion's boundaries, Neville found that if he asked nicely Brion would almost certainly deny him. But if he trash talked, Brion would resort to the one-up-manship of their youths. That's how he ended up in Brion's throat one morning after a particularly long night of snuggling and reminiscing. Brion woke him up the same way he had the first time he sucked him off but this time Neville wasn't caught off guard and he'd already learned the trick to getting Brion to do his bidding. It was then Neville "tried to" convince Brion that he would never be able to get him in his throat. About an hour into the sloppiest, nastiest blowjob Neville ever received, they achieved their goal and now Brion had another trick to drive Neville wild.

After a few slow, wet bobs up and down his length Brion had Neville thoroughly lodged in his throat. He looked up at Neville, his goatee glistening with precum and throat juice, and gave him a cocky wink as he held down on it until he gagged. He fought past it, treating Neville to a few gut wrenching contractions before he grabbed his throat and pulled him off. He couldn't take it anymore and told him so with a series of grunts as he forced Brion backwards, all the while yanking at his clothes. It only took one popped button for Brion to push his hands away.

"Come on babyboy, you can't do Tom Ford like that," he said with a smirk as he shoved Neville down onto the bed. 

He landed hard, rocking the bed against the night stand and sent the alarm clock and remote cache crashing to the floor. The top drawer popped open and out bounced a nice sized dildo. It was smaller than Neville's cock but not by much. They both looked at it as it rolled across the floor and when it stopped their eyes met. All of a sudden Brion wasn't so cocky anymore. His face was bright red and he bit his bottom lip as he slowly undid the buttons on his vest, then his shirt but he stopped short of taking them off, moved to take off his pants instead. Neville was surprised his zipper hadn't burst open with the size of the tent Brion pitched in his black boxer briefs. He wanted it and sat up just enough to get Brion in his grasp to pull him close enough to mouth his hardon through the cotton. Just long enough to taste the wet spot Brion's beautiful cock deposited before he yanked them off. Brion grabbed them fast and shoved them into Neville's mouth before he pushed him back onto the bed.

"I bought that for you," he said as he pulled Neville's pants down around his ankles. Brion wanted them off but Neville's boots were in the way so he got down on his knees to untie them and removed those too. He took his time, allowing them both to move through the intensity of the moment. 

Neville watched as he moved his boots near the door, and fold his jeans neatly before he grabbed a hanger from his closet to put them on, along with his shirt. His own clothes he tossed in the hamper before he lay down beside Neville who still mouthed his boxers. Brion pulled them away and put his mouth on Neville's, their tongues finding each other immediately as they enjoyed each others touch. "Stop distracting me," Brion said with a gasp as he pulled away from Neville and climb up onto his lap. Neville's hands went to grip his ass and Brion moaned wantonly, bit his lip. "Like I was saying, I bought that for you...well us."

"I got enough toys," Neville said with a grunt as he rocked Brion's hips, forcing their erections to bump and rub against each other. He fought the urge to take them in his grip, feeling like Brion was slowing them down for a reason. He just hoped it was a good one.

"I know, I know," Brion said with a smirk as he lean over Neville to reach in the drawer that still lay open. "I tried them popper babyboy and them shits is for the birds. Them chemicals just ain't for me I guess."

"I'm not a big fan of them either," Neville said with a chuckle as Breeze lit a joint and took a long deep hit. Again he lean down and put his lips to Neville's, and though his tongue slipped in, Neville knew it wasn't a kiss he wanted and inhaled. "So what you getting at Breezy baby," Neville asked, already knowing what the answer might be but wanting to hear it nonetheless.

"Hopefully lifted enough to take this dick," Brion answered with a chuckle as he handed the joint over to Neville. "You were right that first night. I thought you was gonna try and turn me out, imagine how shocked I was when you did it without even giving it to me. I know I like to pretend that I'm running this but I know what's real. You play me like a fiddle babyboy, but I ain't mad at you. Yeah you might always be on the bottom but you top the fuck out of me every time and I love every second. It's only fair I let you do it for real every once in a while," He said as he took the j back and took a few more hits before he put it out. Both their eyes were low and glassy enough, Neville's touches had become less urgent. More caress than grope and that's the effect he hoped to achieve. 

"So you gonna keep talking or get on it," Neville said with a hard slap to Brion's ass, making his eyes bulge. "I'm just playing Breeze. You know you don't have to do this. I'm cool with how things are."

"But I want to. I want you to be my first, my only. I love you Neville and I want to do this with you."

In his head, that was exactly what Neville didn't want to hear but his heart let him know that was stupid. They had always loved each other but now they were in love and Neville was done making stupid mistakes with his life. Of course Brion was "straight" and neither of them had been in a homosexual relationship before but both of their track records in the hetero variety weren't great. It might not be a forever type of thing but they could worry about that when the time came.

Neville sat up and took Brion in his arms. Smiling he said, "I love you too," before he rolled them over so Brion lay on his back. He kissed his way down his chest, ran his tongue over the ridges of his abs, and paused to nibble at his happy trail before he continued onto his goal. With his face between his legs, Neville looked up at Brion and smirked. "Light that back up. I want you floating for this."

Brion did what he was told without question and Neville went to work. He took his time, slowly enjoying the scent of his man as he nuzzled that happy space between his balls. "Do me a favor and keep your hands off that for me," he instructed as he gave Brion's package a flick and Brion put his unoccupied hand behind his head.

With a smile, Neville ran his tongue around the wrinkled ridge of his asshole. As usual Brion spread his legs wider to accommodate him and Neville grabbed the backs of his thighs to push them up. His knees bent and spread wide, giving Neville a nice view of his prize for the night. If he played his cards right, he hoped many more. 

This was his first time with a "virgin". Even the first woman he had sex with had been around a little bit before she set her sights on Neville. He didn't think that Brion would appreciate the same treatment he gave Neville. This would require a softer touch. As he swirled his tongue around his rim, Neville worked his thumbs on Brion's inner thigh. His fingertips drew wide, smooth circles that just grazed his hips. From the way Brion arched his back and shuddered, Neville knew he appreciated his ministrations but the tension in his muscles was still a problem. With a little stretching Neville grabbed his undershirt from the floor. Brion sat up on his elbows when Neville moved, his face drawn and confused. 

"You gotta relax if this is gonna be any fun for us," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on Brion's chest, ran his fingers along through the sparse hair there. "You trust me?"

"Of course," was his droning response and Neville laughed, kissed him softly on the lips then his chin as he tied the white cotton undershirt around his eyes. Brion took a long deep breath and said, "You smell so fucking good yo. No cologne. It's just you."

"Yeah you good and roasted," Neville said with a chuckle. There was a bottle of massage oil in the drawer that the toy escaped from, Neville grabbed it and lay down beside him. He smirked as he nuzzled at Brion's neck, nibbled his ear lobe. This was the same position they'd started in, only in reverse. Now it was him giving Brion what he wanted, but he would be much more forgiving. 

Neville kneeled over him, marveling at the chiseled flesh before him. Though he knew how hard Brion worked to achieve his Adonis like build, Neville had always been a little jealous of how easily the cuts came to his frame. For as long as he could remember Brion had always sported a six pack, only now with maturity had the last two abdominal muscles develop enough to be visible under his caramel skin. He ran one hand over them as the other poured a liberal amount of oil along his torso. The chill oil made Brion shudder, and goosebumps sprung up all over his skin but he opened up for Neville, allowing his exploration. 

Neville knew from experience that Brion enjoyed his touch. Playful or sensual, it didn't matter. He just liked those strong meaty hands on him and Neville gave him what he wanted. With his hands thoroughly greased and palms warmed, he massaged him using all the strength in those overlarge hands to work those granite like muscles of his chest and arms. Then down his quads and over his knees. With gentle pressure, he ran his thumb and forefinger along his shin bones, working Brion's calves from above. When Brion went raise his knees, Neville pushed his legs back down gently to the bed and watched as a lazy smile spread across those full lips. He fought the urge to kiss them, not wanting to get distracted as he made his way down to Brion's ankles and feet before he rolled him over to repeat the process on his back. 

By now Brion's cock had gone limp, but Neville didn't mind as he worked his way back up his muscled legs. Moving past his ass and up to his shoulders, Neville paid close attention to the knots in his back. He lean down, ran his lips over his ear and whispered, "You still with me?"

"Man, am I ever," was Brion's droning response and Neville laughed quietly, went back to work. Straddling his back, he ran his hands down Brion's arms spread out on either side of him and planted soft kisses between his shoulder blades as he worked his fingers between Brion's.

"It's good to you," he asked quietly and Brion moaned in the affirmative, widening Neville's smile. Slowly he worked his way down his back until his hands settled on his ass. Playtime was over, now it was time for the real work to begin. 

He was throbbing now as he worked his hands over Brion's bubble butt. He took his time, enjoying the sounds of pleasure his man emitted. Soft whimpers and moans as Neville plied his cheeks apart. Kneeling between his outstretched legs, Neville lean down and blew on his pucker, smiled as it seemed to wink at him. That was invitation enough for him and he gave it a long slow lick, teasing his rim with just the tip of his tongue. He lapped at it like a dog at his water bowl and Brion began rocking back against him, fisting the sheets. Before too long Neville was pushing his tongue against the now relaxed hole, forcing his way inside. He gave his tongue a wiggle or two before he started to stroke, loosening the muscle even more. 




Fresh Out Ch. 07



By now Brion had raised his hips off the bed, his erection flat against his stomach, and Neville allowed this change in position. He threaded his arms between his spread thighs and around his back, lacing his fingers there to keep him in place. The oil had made the whole scene slippery but it just meant he got to hold him tighter, something of which neither could complain. 

"Fuuuuuuck," Brion purred as Neville slipped his middle finger inside him. There was no teasing, he went right in to his knuckle and immediately started pumping the digit in and out. He twisted it with every stroke and poured a little more oil on his hand before he slipped in another finger. He scissored them and quickened his pace. Brion matched him, throwing his ass back, forcing the fingers in deeper. "Mmmm fuck Nev more...please...oh shit that feels good..."

Hearing him beg sent Neville into overdrive. Without thinking he shoved his three middle fingers into Brion's tight chute making him scream and stand up on his knees. But Brion didn't reach back to pull his hand away and Neville took that as a good sign. Instead, he squatted down and rocked his hips back and forth. Neville reached around to stroke his cock as Brion rode his fingers. Precum ran out of his tip like a faucet and Neville couldn't help but suckle at it for a taste. It was an awkward position but they made it work and soon Brion was moaning about his nut but Neville wasn't ready for that yet so he pulled off his cock, worked his fingers slowly out of his ass.

"Da fuck bruh," Brion shouted as he ripped the makeshift blindfold off and whipped himself around to face Neville, smirking cockily at him. 

"Shut up," he said as he pushed Brion back down to the bed and pulled him by the ankles so he lay flat on his back. One good yank brought his ass up to rest on Neville's thighs, his legs draped over those powerful shoulders. "This is gonna hurt," he said softly as he gave the calves he loved a kiss. "But I promise it won't last. I'll be as gentle as I can but if you can't take it, I'll stop." Brion opened his mouth to accept the challenge he perceived and Neville quieted him with a finger to his lips. "I'm not trying to be funny baby. This thing I got is gonna to put a hurting on you but I promise I'll take it slow. Just do what I say and it shouldn't be too bad."

"Okay, Nev," he said and Neville could hear the nerves in his voice. It almost made him want to stop but a smile came to Brion's face as he looked up at him. "I trust you."

Neville lean down, pushing Brion's legs down around his waist, and gave the man a long deep kiss as he lined his tip up with his entrance. He gave it test with the tips of his fingers, gauging the slackness of it and was happy that he hadn't tightened all the way. "You ready," he asked and Brion nodded. Neville watched him intently as pushed his tip in and Brion tensed immediately, biting down on his bottom lip and slamming his eyes shut. "Don't do that. Don't clench up, that's gonna make it worse. When I push in, you push out. Open up for me Breezy baby. Look at me," he said and Brion opened his eyes, his pupils still dilated. "You know I got you right? I'll never do anything to hurt you again. I love you Brion, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel. Don't you wanna feel good? Don't you want to feel what I feel when you're deep inside of me? That's it baby... just like that breath through it...mmmm shit like that...damn you tight as fuck baby but you taking it...you feel that...you almost got it all..."

All the while Neville spoke in that gentle reassuring tone, they never broke eye contact. And Neville never stopped his push to get inside Brion, to feel him wrapped around his dick. When he was buried to the hilt, Neville paused, allowing Brion time to adjust to his girth. Raised up on his elbow, he showered him with kisses, not wanting to put his full weight on him just yet. "I'm all in baby," he whispered as he ran his hand along his chest. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Brion grunted breathlessly, his hands clenched around Neville's upper arms. Though his eyes were open, Neville could tell it was a struggle from the grimace distorting his handsome features. "Just give me a minute." 

"Just breath. Trust me, it gets better," he said and Brion laughed. It seemed that released some of the tension in his body, his hand moved around his back.

"You sound like those youtube vidoes," he said and kissed Neville on his chin, then his lips.

"Not for nothing, I watched a couple of those on the inside. Paris told me about 'em...anyway, you ready. I gotta move. I promise I'll go slow."

"I know, babyboy, I know," Brion said and ran his hands over Neville's head as he looked him in the eye. "Go head I'm ready."

It was slow going at first with Neville pausing at every whimper or grunt of displeasure. He almost stopped twice but Brion told him not to and at one point gripped him hard between his thighs, stopping him from pulling out. Neville continued on, his balls tight against his body, begging for release but he ignored the pressure and took his time. And his patience was rewarded. Once he took Brion's raisin sized nipple into his mouth and gave it a nibble, Neville began to feel activity in his crotch. Brion was getting hard again, his cock stiffening between them. It wasn't long before his back arched off the bed and his hips rose up to meet Neville's deep thrusts. His fingers dug deep into Neville's back. If Brion wasn't so diligent about his hygiene, there would have been gashes where he clung to Neville. 

"Mmm shit...fuck Neville I ain't believe you...gotdammit..." He mumbled between thrusts and grunts as Neville pounded into him.

"Alla dat huh," Neville groaned with a chuckle. He didn't have to tell him. Neville could see the doubt as they began, watched as Brion clung to them. It wasn't that he didn't want to enjoy it, Neville knew that for sure. But it was like that first kiss, the sensations so shocking. Only now he couldn't run away. By the way his eyes rolled back, there was no place else he'd rather be than right there beneath his best friend with his thick 11 inches buried deep inside him.

Neville ran his tongue along Brion's collarbone, up over his prominant adam's apple, and terminated with a flick at his chin. Their eyes locked as Neville grind his hips in slow circles with Brion moving in the opposite direction. In all their lives the two had never been so connected as they were at this moment. As perfect a reunion as Neville could have wished.

But this was the life of Neville Sinclair and it had never been perfect. Sure Brion had latched the door, set the deadbolt even, but the chain lay dangling against the door jam. It wouldn't have stopped an intruder but it would have given them warning, the bursting down of the front door. Instead they heard nothing but the sounds of their own breaths, so close to climax. So wrapped up in the feelings of flesh on flesh, their bodies moving slowly together, neither could feel the presence of another in the room with them. Watching. Burning.

A cough.

Then a gun cocked.

And Neville Sinclair's world went black.



Fresh Out of Boot Camp



They met shortly after completing boot camp. She was on a high from a new level of physical fitness, one she enjoyed maintaining. She was also enjoying the brief moments out of uniform; for the first time in three months she was able to slip into a pair of jeans, a low-cut top, and slick some plum lip gloss on her full lips. 

She wasn't pageant material, at least, not until you truly got a good look at her. Her long chestnut hair, finally free from braids and buns, swept her high cheekbones, which were just barely sprinkled with the lightest freckles. Bright baby-blue eyes set above a button nose and a brilliant smile that made you look twice and realize she was really a knock-out. Her newly sculpted and honed figure didn't hurt, either.

She first caught sight of him when rushing to get back to base from Chicago. On a precious liberty weekend, she had finally been able to go out drinking with her girlfriends and truly let her hair down. He was tall, a Puerto Rican, given his honeyed skin tone and the small flag pinned to his satchel. His deep dimples flanked gorgeous full lips, and his shirt was just form-fitting enough to reveal an impressive body. She stopped, almost tripping into the train, as she saw him watching her, and a small blush crept up her fair skin as she rushed to meet her friends on the train.

She could barely carry on a conversation with her friends on the forty minute train ride back to the base. She even tried to think of excuses to walk up into the other train cars to see if he was on this train, but she realized that would be incredibly obvious and didn't want to look like some kind of psycho. So she settled back, listened to her friends giggle and gossip while she watched the scenery roll by.

As they exited the train, she scanned the platform but didn't see him, so she pulled her jacket around her and hurried to the gate and on to her barracks. The sun had gone down and it was getting chilly....plus the girls still needed to find their stashed uniforms and change, as they were not supposed to be off base out of uniform. The four girls huddled behind a large group of bushes at the edge of a small grove of trees and took turns quickly changing into uniform, shoving their civilian clothes into their backpacks. Quickly twisting their hair into loose buns, they began making their way into the barracks.

She was going to take the opportunity to have one last cigarette before going to bed, so she struggled to pull out her pack of smokes (without dumping her civvies everywhere) and patted her pockets for a lighter.

"Looking for a light?" she jumped and turned to stare into the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes she'd ever seen. She almost lost of her train of thought, stammered, and finally managed to squeak out, "...yes..." He walked with her to the smoke deck, where they shared a cigarette in silence. As her cigarette burned perilously close to the filter, he finally broke the ice and asked her name.

"Tell me yours first..." her characteristic impish flirting caught him off guard and a slow, broad smile spread across his face. "Lupe...and....you?"

"Megan." She smiled and her blue eyes flashed with the fun of the game, and as she leaned forward to crush her cigarette into the ash tray, he saw the swell of her breasts and the belt cinched tight around her trim waist and he felt himself start to stir.

"So..can I get your number, or do I have to follow you around?" he joked, pulling out his cell phone. She deftly pulled the phone from his hand, her index finger purposefully sliding down his, and then popped it open, entered ten digits, and quickly slipped it across the table to him as she stood and walked inside.

Once inside, she raced upstairs and into the shower....her panties had become mysteriously wet during her brief encounter with this new intriguing man, and she felt the need to rinse off. His voice was smooth, deep, with the lilting accent of a native Brooklyn from a Puerto Rican family. Unlike most Latino guys she saw around base, he didn't dress like a thug...in fact, he was wearing rather fitted jeans and a polo and whatever cologne he was wearing was mouthwatering. Thoughts of him kept her tossing and turning late into the night.

Lupe's sleep wasn't much better. After going to his barracks, turning on his iPod (mainly so his roommate wouldn't bug him with mindless chatter), he lay in his rack and let his mind wander to her musical laugh, her shiny, dark hair, and the brief glimpse of her body he had seen when she was changing back into uniform behind those bushes by the gate. He hadn't been peeping, just lost in thought as he walked by the fence along the perimeter of base when a flash of white caught his eye and he looked over just in time to see her sliding her halter top over her head and her white bra showed quickly before it was covered with the uniform top. It wasn't long, but it was long enough for him to snap a mental photo of her long, tanned torso with the twinkle of a belly-button ring and the swell of her breasts. In fact, upon remembering it, he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep unless he got his mind off of her, so he switched on ESPN and fell asleep to sports highlights.

The next few days passed quickly, with Lupe and Megan catching quick glances at one another between drills and classes and texting almost nonstop when cell phones were allowed. She liked sushi, he liked steak, where to go for dinner? She liked rock music, he liked rap and jazz, what to listen to? They teased and flirted, pushing the brink of phone sex multiple times but finally mustering the courage to set a date and time for a dinner date.

They arranged to meet just outside her barracks since they had both recently earned the right to wear civilian clothes on base. Lupe was slightly disappointed when she bounced down the stairs with a flouncy skirt, a blue top, and a blue jean jacket on top, but his concerns were put to rest when she removed the jacket at the gate and stashed it behind the same group of bushes, revealing a sexy, low-cut halter top that hugged her torso and chest perfectly. He felt a twitch in his pants and adjusted himself quickly, hoping she didn't notice. He hailed a cab and gave instructions to a nice steakhouse about twenty minutes away, and then they passed the time in polite conversation, pretending to ignore the sizzling energy growing between them. His eyes wandered down her long, tan legs and he switched the topic to running to avoid asking her to wrap those legs around him. 

The conversation was so polite, in fact, that Megan was growing concerned that Lupe wasn't as attracted to her as he first seemed, so she lightly grazed her collarbone with her finger, tracing a path down the swell of one breast while innocently discussing trail running versus street running, seemingly oblivious that his eyes were locked on her cleavage while his tone remained polite and courteous.

By the time they arrived at dinner, both were indescribably aroused but felt they couldn't let on to the other.

They ate quickly and quietly, opting out of dessert and realizing that there was no way out of the inevitable. He grabbed her hand earnestly as he hailed another cab and almost whispered to the cab driver, "Get to the nearest hotel, please." It wasn't shame burning in their cheeks as they stared at one another; it was young, hot, passionate lust that was just on the brink of boiling over. 

He paid quickly with his credit card and they almost ran to the room. She ran her hand down his toned back as he struggled to unlock the door quickly. They both fell inward as the door opened, and he pivoted quickly to catch her as the door shut. Their breath caught as they realized this was the closest their bodies had ever been, and for a brief moment, they both froze and stared into the other's eyes. He finally leaned down and kissed her....not too passionately at first, but sweet, steady, pressing, and she found herself kissing him back, sucking his bottom lip in between her full lips as she looked up at him and realized the floodgates were about to open. He crushed into her, sweeping her into his arms as she experienced the most passionate, intense kiss of her young life. Her head spun as he carried her to the bed and laid her down gently, whispering in her ear, "...we don't have to do anything you don't want to do...". She locked eyes with him for one split second, and then pulled his face hungrily to hers as she laid back on the bed and slightly spread her legs as he lay over her. Her skirt slid up and he used the opportunity to slide his hand up her smooth, toned thigh to find barely a string holding together a tiny thong. He ran his finger along the front edge of the scrap of an undergarment and slid a finger just underneath, where he could already feel a heat and moisture that told him she was just as attracted to him as he was to her. 

He lifted her off the bed slightly to pull her halter top over her head. Her dark hair tumbled down around her shoulders and just grazed the top of her pink lace bra, where his hands began to explore. He traced a line up her flat, taut stomach and cupped her breast, sliding the material of her bra down to flick her small, alert nipple. He kept one hand one her breast with a thumb on her nipple as his other hand rested on her jawline and neck, cradling her face as they kissed. She moaned under him, sliding one foot up his leg and laying her leg casually over his thigh. 

He took the invitation and slid his hand down, immediately finding her pussy dripping wet and hot. He gently ran one finger around her outer lips and just barely touched her clit, but it was enough to make her hips buck off the bed and her eyes screw closed. He lifted himself off the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes as he enjoyed the sight before him. She made no effort to move or hide herself; in fact, she easily slid off the thong, flicking it on the floor with one foot as she slid the other up on the bed, fully exposing her bare, wet pussy for him. She traced languid loops down her belly until she reached her pussy, and then lazily rubbed her clit while she watched him undress. Her bra still on, one strap hanging down, her skirt bunched around her waist, and one finger circling her clit was too much for him to take. Now stripped down to his boxer-briefs, he grabbed her legs, one over each arm, and was face-down in her pussy in a matter of seconds.

She groaned and writhed on the bed as his full lips encircled her clit and his tongue flicked it rapidly with no mercy. Her pussy was aching for penetration, particularly since it had been almost four months without sex. Her hips conveyed this message as they bucked up towards his face, and he quickly complied by slipping one, and then two fingers inside her, working his way gently at first but quickly finding her G-spot and banging away at her first orgasm. She came fast and hard, gripping the comforter as she cried out. 

Lupe slid off the bed, grabbing a condom out of his jeans and getting out of his boxer briefs. He felt a hand on his thigh, and before he realized what was happening, she had taken the condom and, while she was ripping open the package, was licking the head of his dick and beginning to take his long and girthy dick in her mouth. He held his breath as she tried to swallow the whole thing, and pulled back only to swallow him again. She gave head softly, without any of the nasty spitting or gagging like in some of the nastier porns he had watched, and he stared at her almost in awe as she lovingly licked, sucked, and jacked his cock until he was aching to burst. 

Megan seemed to realize he was close to cumming as she pulled the condom over his dick and leaned back on the bed.

"Well, sailor, what's next?" She was so beautiful sitting there, released from the bra, her perfect B-cup tits perched perkily on her chest and her big blue eyes staring up at him that he almost growled as he came down on her, nibbling and licking on her neck, feeling her melt beneath him and her legs spread as she lay back on the bed, her hand low on his belly, guiding him into her. She was so wet but still so very tight that she gasped out when he first entered her, so he slowed and took his time sliding all of his dick into her. Once they were joined, he stopped, pushed her hair back from her face, and kissed her deeply as he began slowly fucking her....pulling his cock almost all the way out and sliding it back in, achingly slow. He was trying to be gentle with her, but he was met with a pleasant surprise when she raised her eyes and spoke firmly in his ear, "Fuck me, Lupe...fuck me hard." 

Her words ignited a fire inside him that he'd never experienced as he began pounding into her. 

Instead of laying still and passively accepting the motions like his previous girlfriends, she raised her hips to meet him stroke for stroke. He thought he'd never seen anything hotter than her body, one arm braced on the headboard, tits bouncing, ass raised off the bed meeting his strokes...but she quickly raised that bar when she deftly lifted one leg all the way over his head and flipped herself over, raising her round ass to him and looking over one shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. He drove into her, pulling her hair back as he slammed into her pussy again and again, his balls slapping against her clit until she started to push back one him with an urgency he recognized and he gratefully grabbed her hips and pummeled into her, feeling himself twitch and jerk as they came together in one tremendous groan.

They slid down on the bed, spooning until their breathing slowed. He whispered in her ear, "How was your first Latin lover?" and even as she winced at the corniness of his line, she delighted him with a twinkling laugh and rolling over to press his lips in a quick kiss. "It was hot, Lupe..." her eyes cast down and she bit her lip, "...but...". His heart went cold as he realized she was about to drop a bomb. What was wrong?

"Are you still going to respect me in the morning?" It was Lupe's turn to laugh as he turned her around and hugged her slight frame to him. "Which morning?" he quipped as he kissed her forehead, her lips, and her lithe fingertips that he realized now held a pretty good grip on not only his manhood, but also his heart.



Fresh Out



"I do something wrong," Neville asked, almost pouting as he sat up on his knees.

"You kidding me right," Tyler barely said through pants as sat up to meet him in the middle of the bed. One look at Neville's spit shined face and Tyler dove at him, wrestling the larger man to the bed on his back. He ground his ass into his lap as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, his own tang mixed with the flavor of Neville's mouth. As he moved above him, Tyler discreetly reached on the floor for his pants and worked his wallet from his pocket. Once retrieved, he sat up in Neville's lap and smiled down at him, a bit sheepishly. "Now don't take this the wrong way big fella but I was a Marine and a boy scout before that so preparedness is a motto of mine." From his wallet Tyler produced a small packet of lube and gold wrapped condom. Neville gave no audible response, simply grabbed his cock at the base and held it steady. "Please allow me," came as Tyler pushed his hand away, replacing it with his own. He gave the veiny shaft a few long slow strokes before he scoot back and lean forward. It took two attempts but the older, more experienced bear took the 11 inch hammer all the way down his throat making Neville gasp and mumble a long string of profanities.

"Oh you muthafucka...how'd you...shit Gotdamn ain't nobody never..."Neville couldn't make a complete thought as Tyler worked his thickness with his deep throat. His toes curled and ass clenched as he started to thrust ever so slightly. Not slight enough for Tyler not to notice because he pulled off, a long string of spit and precum connected his lips to Neville's cock tip.

"Now, now we can't have you blowing your load before you get the real prize now can we," Tyler teased as he worked the condom down Neville's shaft, a coy smile on his face that Neville didn't see with his eyes closed and head back against the pillows. "No, no big fella I wanna feel just how thick it gets when you blow. Mmmm I bet you got a whole lot of load backed up in them big balls of yours. Bet this rubber keep you from blowing my head clean off my shoulders. Now you just lay back big fella, ole Tyler gonna take better care of you than any man you ever been with."

"Well you're the only one on that list and you're doing a bang up job," Neville gasped as he felt Tyler lower himself onto his cock. Neville opened his eyes to witness the mounting. He wanted to see, as he always had, his manhood disappear inside Tyler's warm channel.

And this time it was Tyler's turn to be silent as he slowly worked himself back and forth, his hips writhing to accommodate Neville's girth. He was mesmerized as he watched himself swallowed by Tyler's hungry hole. He couldn't speak either, his hands glued to the backs of Tyler's strong calves. The only sound in the room was the television until Tyler let out a feral grunt as he settled completely impaled on Neville's shaft.

"For fucks sake that's huge," he said breathlessly, his head back and eyes shut.

"Soooo fucking tight," Neville groaned in response, his eyes locked on the cock dripping on his stomach. He reached out to touch it, to stroke it, his first cock but again Tyler swatted at his hands.

"Naw big fella let it happen," Tyler said as he laced his calloused fingers with Neville's, brought the meaty paw to his face to kiss. Neville took the opportunity to stroke the rough stubble on that angled jaw, his thumb tracing his lower lip. Tyler took that finger into his mouth, gave it a nibble, his eyes locked with Neville's. "Ready," he asked and Neville reached with his free hand, gave his ass a hard slap. Tyler reacted like a runner to a starter pistol, riding Neville hard and fast. 

Too fast Neville thought but he couldn't make the words to tell him to slow down, frozen he couldn't move at all. It was too intense, he could barely breathe. Every muscle clenched in an attempt to hold onto his load. He wanted desperately for his first time to last. Neville tried to think of anything but the warm sheathe that encased his throbbing manhood so snuggly. Anything but the angry red thickness that slapped his taut abs with each bounce of Tyler's strong hips.

And then it happened. Tyler began to tremble, his movements above Neville becoming choppy and erratic. His grunts more guttural and incoherent. The muscles of his chute clenched and trembled around him as he gripped his meaty hips.

"Oh Neville I'm sorry," Tyler moaned breathlessly and Neville couldn't imagine what for until the first spasm of his cock shot cum almost straight up his nose. The next nearly caught his left eye, the rest landed between his chin and belly button but Neville could think of no reason for him to be sorry. 

Then he couldn't think at all as his brain shut down and he began to shoot his own load. Neville shot forward, his arms holding Tyler firm in his lap as he humped upward. His teeth found his neck and he bit down in an attempt to stifle the yell that rumbled from his chest. The feeling of Tyler's calloused hands gripping the back of his neck made him shiver as he continued to rut against him. 

Eventually they both stilled, neither seemed very interested in disengaging from the other though Neville did release Tyler's neck from his jaws. He was horrified by the big purple bruise and deep set teeth marks he'd made. He kissed it, ran his tongue over it.

"Yeah you got me pretty good didn't you big fella," Tyler whispered before he planted a kiss on his cheek, then his lips. 

"I'm..." And Tyler kissed him again to stop his apology.

"I seem like the kind of guy that let anybody do something to 'em he don't want," he said between licks and suck of his own cum off Neville's face. Each sting had begun to mix with the sweat of the other man and their comingled flavor had Tyler stirring again. "Trust me all of that was much appreciated."

"Who you tellin," Neville said with a tired chuckle. His legs were starting to fall asleep with the heavy man in his lap, but he didn't want him to move. He wouldn't call it love but there was definitely a feeling brewing. Tyler made the decision for them and slowly dislodged Neville's softening member from his hole. "Mmm come on do you have to," he said as he fell back on the bed, watching the older man's muscled bottom in its trip to the sink where he wet a couple wash clothes and grabbed a few tissue. 

He didn't want to seem desperate but Neville hoped that Tyler might allow him to share his bed tonight. It wasn't only sex that he missed in jail, he was starved for intimacy. Any human contact really. He watched him as Tyler cleaned him off, gently wiping his chest. Slowly pulling off the spent condom off his cock. He tried not to make his lustful glare so obvious but when Tyler's cheeks started to turn rosy he knew it hadn't worked.

"Come on big fella," he said as he held out his hand. "We'll use the other bed for sleeping." Neville took that outstretched hand with a smile and allowed it guide him across the room to the other full sized bed. It was a tight squeeze but it seemed Tyler didn't mind, settling himself against Neville's back. With a soft kiss between his shoulder blades, Tyler mumbled good night and slid his arms around the big chocolate body.