Page 24

3 Months Later

I walked into the cabin and immediately over to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. I grabbed a towel and dried them off before running the damp cloth over my face and pushing my sweat-slick hair off my forehead. It had gotten significantly warmer in the past few weeks. I didn’t need to chop nearly as much wood as I had been doing; for which my arms were eternally grateful.

As brutal and exhausting as Jason’s training sessions were in the gym, they had nothing on the off-grid lifestyle Alex and I were living. Between hunting deer and wild boar, cleaning and butchering our own meat, chopping wood several times a week, pumping water from the well, and tossing Alex around, I was in better shape than ever. I was bigger and so much stronger.

Jason had done an incredible job getting my body to a state that looked good, no doubt. But now I had incredible functional muscles. I’d gained at least fifteen pounds since we’d moved to the cabin. Alex just went feral over my thicker form. I’d let my beard grow out as well, per his request. I was more than willing to fulfill every filthy mountain-man fantasy he had.

I may not have been the psychologist he needed to unpack his daddy issues and deal with the trauma of being an orphan, but at least I could fuck the boy to tears. I guessed that was just gonna have to be good enough.

I glanced at the analog clock on the wall. It was nearly seven. I was a little surprised Alex wasn’t awake yet. I walked across the house and slowly turned the knob on the door of the lone bedroom. As I suspected, Alex was still in bed. He was naked, the way we always slept, face-down on the mattress, and had tossed the comforter off himself as the warm rays of sunlight shone across his tan back through the window. He was lying on his stomach, one leg out straight, the other bent up at the knee, giving me a glorious view.

I tip-toed further into the room and picked up the Polaroid camera sitting on the dresser. I looked through the viewfinder and crouched down a bit, trying to capture the rays of light shining across his perfect ass. I pressed the button, and the mechanics of the machine engaged, spitting out an undeveloped print.

Alex groaned. “Stop taking pictures of me.”

His voice was muffled from the pillow his face was buried in, and he still hadn’t moved. I couldn’t see if his eyes were open or not. He’d let his hair grow out, at my request, so all I could see was a mess of chestnut curls splayed out across the pillow. His face was in there somewhere.

I chuckled. “Stop being so beautiful, and I’ll stop taking pictures of you.”

He sighed, but still hadn’t bothered to stir. I walked up to the foot of the bed and brought the lens of the camera down close to his ass. I reached my hand out and spread his cheeks, exposing his pink hole even more that it already was, and quickly snapped another picture.

He raised his head up off the pillow and laughed as he reached over and swatted my hand away with his.

“Such a pervert,”

he giggled, flipping his head back to clear the curls from his eyes.

“Mhhm,”

I replied, reaching down and hooking his leg before flipping him over on the mattress. He was hard—shocker—and I snapped another photo before he had time to cover himself with his hands.

“I don’t know why you take so many pictures of me, anyway,”

he said, rolling his eyes. “We are always together, and you see my dick, like, five times a day. And that’s only on days when we decide to put clothes on at all!”

“So what? That doesn't mean I can’t appreciate your beauty in print as well. Besides, I like to jerk off to these,”

I grinned, fanning the prints in my hand as they developed.

Alex laughed. “When was the last time you jerked off,”

he asked. “...Without me,”

he added for clarification.

I reached down and rolled his balls around gently in my hand like a fidget toy as we talked and he spread his legs a little wider.

“This morning.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “You jerked off to pictures of me this morning?”

I shook my head. “No, I jerked off into your open mouth this morning.”

Alex’s eyes widened and he sat straight up in bed. “I knew I tasted cum, you son of a bitch!”

His words were vicious, but he was doing his best not to laugh.

I put my hand on the center of his chest and pushed him back down onto the pillow. “Shut up… like my jizz isn’t your favorite fucking flavor.”

Alex grinned and licked his lips as his stiff prick twitched between his legs. I slipped my fingers down under his sac and then into the split of his ass. Once I felt his hole, I tapped my index and middle finger against it, making a slapping noise as I felt him pucker.

“A rare delicacy,” he joked.

I moved away from his hole and wrapped my fingers around his dick. “I really don’t think rare is an accurate descriptor. You make me come, like, four times a day.”

Alex sighed and circled his hips on the mattress as I worked his dick lazily with my hand.

“You made yourself come this morning; you just said so. I was asleep and had nothing to do with it.”

I stopped stroking him, reached down, and flicked his left nut with my fingers. He instinctively bucked his hips down further into the mattress and yipped at the sharp sensation as a thick drop of clear liquid oozed from his slit.

I collected the drop on my finger and brought it to my tongue. Alex had closed his legs when I tapped him, so I used my hands to spread his thighs open again.

“You want another one?”

Without waiting for an answer, I flicked the right one even harder. Alex helped and bucked slightly off the bed, but didn’t try to close his legs again.

“Good boy. What would you like to do today, my love,”

I asked. I picked his prick back up in my hand and stroked it.

“Um, I don’t know. I’m almost to the end of my book, so maybe I’ll finish that up today?”

“Hmm, is that your last one?”

I stuck my fingers into my mouth and wet the tips.

“Yeah, but I’ve only read them once. I still need to re-read them.”

I put my hand between his legs and circled his hole with my wet fingers.

“Do you want me to get you some more? I was gonna go into town for the farmer’s market this weekend anyway. You want me to stop by the bookstore?”

Alex let out a little moan, and half-closed his eyes as my fingers slipped into him.

“I don’t want you to have to make a special trip. You just got me those books last week. I feel bad.”

I pushed my fingers a little further into him and he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Don’t ever feel bad about anything. You want more books, I’ll get you more books. I’ll build you an entire private library.”

Alex was propped up on his elbows, looking down at me as I played with him. I pushed past my second knuckles and he closed his eyes and let his head loll back to hang between his shoulder blades.

“Is there anything specific you’d like me to look for?” I asked.

“Mmm… maybe a Dean Koontz? I haven't read one of his books in a while.”

“Sure. I’ll see what I can do,”

I pumped my fingers in and out of him slowly, even strokes as I stroked his cock with my free hand. I was in no hurry, and neither was he. I casually pleasured Alex like this several times a day. I just couldn’t keep my hands off of him. He also had no problem initiating things… often.

“Anything else you can think of? Book or otherwise that you’d like?”

“Y-yes…”

Alex replied, his voice thick as his breath quickened. “I want you to clone yourself.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“So one of you can fuck my ass, while the other fucks my throat.”

I laughed. “I wish I could clone myself too. Then I wouldn’t have to chop all the firewood by myself.”

Alex’s laugh turned into a moan when I curled my fingers inside of him. “Oh, yeah,”

he hissed and began moving his hips in small circles. That’s how I knew I was right where he wanted me to be.

“How did the one about the football player and the pop star end?”

I asked. I didn’t actually care about his little romance novel; I just enjoyed distracting him as I pleased him. His little face wrinkled up so adorably with the effort of trying to answer my questions.

“On a… oh yeah, right there… cliffhanger.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah!”

That time I wasn’t sure if he was responding to my question or just mewing in pleasure.

“Is it warm outside?” he asked.

“Getting warmer. Should be a nice day,” I mused.

“You want to go down to the lake later?”

I smirked. “You know, we don’t have to go to the lake for me to piss on you. Or in you for that matter… you filthy boy.”

I let his cock go, unbuttoned my cargo pants, and pulled my dick out through the hole in the front of my briefs.

Alex blushed and let out a small whimper. “No, I thought we would actually go down and hang out at the lake. Whatever happens while we’re there, happens, but with the warmer weather, I’d like to lay out by the water.”

“Sounds delightful,”

I agreed, fisting my meat.

“I’ll bring the fishing pole and see if we can catch anything while we're there.”

I pulled my fingers out of him, and he whimpered and raised his head off the pillow to stare at me.

“Just a second…”

I pulled my shirt off over my head. “Stand up.”

He did as he was told, as always, and I took his spot on the bed, tossing the pillow he’d been using aside.

“Come ride my tongue,”

I ordered.

Alex stepped onto the bed and walked up towards my head. I supported his hips as he swung his leg around and faced towards my cock. I guided his hips down with my hands until I could suck on his hole with my lips.

I licked against his opening as he leaned forward and took the tip of my cock between his lips.

I pushed my tongue inside of him and he moaned around my dick, taking me further into his mouth. His hot mouth felt so fucking good around my fast-swelling head. He jammed the tip of his tongue into my slit and I moaned, feeling my nuts draw up close to my body.

I slid my tongue in and out of him as I neared the edge. He moaned again, taking me in deep enough to gag and I busted into the back of his throat. He held me in the back of his throat as his muscles constricted around my busting tip over and over again. Once I’d spilled everything I had, he pulled off my cock with an audible pop, before bringing himself back up to a more seated position. I held my tongue out firm as he fucked himself up and down on it.

“Oh fuc- fuck yeah…”

I reached around his torso and wrapped my fingers around his dick. Alex moaned again and rutted back and forth, pushing his cock into my fist and then slamming his hole down onto my tongue. It was barely 15 seconds and my boy was tossing his head back, screaming my name. I felt spray after spray fly out of him and land in streaks across my chest and stomach.

I pulled my tongue out of him long enough to mumble a few iterations of “good boy”

at him before licking into his hole a few more times, ever chasing his taste.

Alex collapsed down on top of me, smearing his mess between our bodies as he recovered.

“You come a lot, baby? Felt like you did…”

“Yeah, you did too. It’s still running down my throat.”

“It feels so good in your mouth.”

I stuck my tongue out flat and licked up the length of his crack. “You taste so good, baby boy. Could just lick into you like this all day…”

“Nothin’ stopping you but you, mister.”

After 15 minutes or so, Alex finally climbed off of me, his cum on our skins well past dry and his proud prick half-hard again. He was like a five-foot-six cum manufacturing plant. If I ever failed to catch dinner, the boy could provide both of our necessary daily protein intakes.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

I called through the door he’d left open.

“Mmm, bacon?”

“We had bacon yesterday…”

“Oh, I forgot that it’s a sin to have bacon two days in a row.”

“Brat…”

I hopped up, grabbed the towel at the foot of the bed, and wiped off before tucking myself back into my pants.

***

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? Maybe I should wait and go into town tomorrow.”

Alex glanced over at me and rolled his eyes. “You worry way too much. I just have a headache. I’ll be fine here, just like I always am. Besides, we’re almost out of cheese.”

“Heaven forbid,”

I chuckled. “Okay, well, you just rest up and take it easy. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

I leaned over and kissed the top of his forehead. “Do you want me to bring a pizza home for dinner?”

His eyes lit up. “Stuffed crust?”

I smiled and walked out of the cabin. The drive down the mountainside was easy. Most of the snow had long since melted, and the hills were lush with fresh green springtime growth. It generally took me an hour and a half to navigate this road during winter, but, with the warm weather, I made my way through the pass in a little under 45 minutes.

My first stop was the farmers market at the very edge of the little town. Blending into the modest crowd milling about and humming under my breath, I picked up a couple of loaves of fresh-baked sourdough, some raw veggies, and of course, a pound of sharp cheddar cheese made from the milk of local dairy cows.

I swear, that boy would just eat cheese for every meal if given the option.

Once I had all of my goodies secured in my canvas bags, I headed back to the car. Another ten minutes or so, and I was pulling up in front of Angelo’s Pizzeria. There was also a Domino’s franchise in town, but Alex wasn’t a big fan of the pizza sauce they used. I ordered a large pepperoni pie, deciding not to get the garlic knots at the last minute. They were delicious, but by the time I got them back up the mountain, they wouldn’t be edible, as we found out last time. The pizza reheated just fine, but the knots… not so much. The cashier recognized me and gave me a friendly smile. I replied in kind, sticking a rolled-up five-dollar bill in the tip jar.

I checked the time as I got back in the car. I'd only been gone a little over two hours. I hoped Alex’s headache would be gone by the time I got back. If not, I’d feed him some pizza, rub him down, and toss him into the tub.

Alex was so low-maintenance, it was astounding. Well, he was low-maintenance in every department except sex. As far as sex went, he could be flat-out exhausting. The boy could ejaculate a dozen times a day and still get hard when I walked into the room. It was both a blessing and a curse. Alex’s body was a revelation every fucking day, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that, sometimes, the flesh was weak. I knew that he loved me and savored that knowledge, but I couldn’t help feeling like his flesh-and-blood dildo from time to time.

Ah, well.

I made my way back up the mountain. Getting stuck behind a slow-moving tractor trailer going over the pass made the trip back take nearly double the time it had coming down the mountain. Simmering rage bubbled behind my eyes, but I took a deep breath and forced myself to breathe through it. Sluggish drivers and snow were small prices to pay for the life I got to live. I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and turned up the volume on the playlist Alex had made for me a few weeks ago.

I pulled into our three-quarter mile private driveway and found myself smiling at the thought of getting back home to him. Even just being away from Alex for a few hours felt like I’d missed out on important moments with him. Alex and I had formed a very tight and loving relationship. We rarely fussed at each other. I don’t even think we’d ever even had an argument.

(Although, Alex did get a little mad at me when I butchered two of our chickens. I had every intention of using them for meat and eggs, but I guess that wasn’t properly communicated to him. When I brought the bodies inside after preparing and cleaning them, Alex freaked. It’s the only time he had cried since we moved into the cabin. It made me feel like shit. I should have known better, but Alex was kind enough not to hold it over my head. Now, I knew that our chickens were for eggs and cuddling only. It’s fine, I just bought chicken from the butcher now.)

I pulled up in front of the cabin, collected my bags on one arm, and balanced the pizza box on the other. I locked the truck and, still humming to myself, made my way to the front door.

I froze in place and my pulse began thumping in my ears. Why was the front door open? It was just a little ajar, and I hadn’t noticed until I approached.

You locked the door when you left…

“Alex,”

I called, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. I pushed the door fully open using the toe of my boot and walked inside. The living room was quiet and still, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the furniture.

“Alex?”

I called again as I walked through the empty kitchen, where the open box of tea from my lunchtime mug was still sitting on the table. Nothing was out of place, but the orderliness was actually making the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Something was wrong.

I didn’t know what something was, but I was sure of it.

The bedroom door was half-open. Looking through, I could see the feet of someone lying on the floor. Someone who wasn’t Alex.

Time seemed to stand still as I dropped the pizza box. Cheese and sauce splattered on the hardwood, but I paid it no mind as I shoved the door open.

“Oh, fuck,”

I breathed.

Alex was sitting in the corner of the room staring blankly at the wall while his body trembled. He was splattered in blood.

My head reeled, and my mind went blank as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I chanted his name like a prayer, over and over, as my hands came up and examined him.

Probing his skin, feeling him for injuries. It all appeared unbroken. Beneath the crimson stains on his skin, he was whole and safe.

Which could only mean…

For the first time, I turned my head and looked at the body lying on the ground, the one that I’d heedlessly stepped over in my haste to get to Alex.

Like Alex, he was very, very bloody. Unlike Alex, the reason why was obvious…

there was a gash on the side of his head, open and oozing blood. Another injury ran down his arm, the skin jagged and torn.

I blinked rapidly. The face was one I knew. Even under all the blood, the eyes closed, there was a bone-deep familiarity when I looked at him.

It took several minutes, the time dilating and stretching out the minutes as my blood rushed in my ears and my harsh breathing burned my lungs.

Finally, it was the hair that tipped me off. The hair, attached to the head that I’d dreamed so many times of blowing wide open with a shotgun.

It was Tom.

Was he dead? He wasn’t moving. Was he breathing? I couldn’t be sure. The room was getting fuzzy around the edges, my vision going black and spotty as I staggered on my feet.

“Alex,”

I said. My voice was a deep, sonorous rumble that still managed to be unsteady with fear. “What the fuck did you do?”

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