Second Chances (22 page)

I sucked in one of his balls and rolled it around, then moved my hands under him to cup his ass. I firmly massaged both cheeks, spreading them wide. I let him escape my mouth then took both of his balls in and tugged them with my teeth. Antonio’s head rolled from side to side. His hands clenched into the sheets. He alternated between looking down to see me and clenching his eyes shut against the pleasure I was giving him.

His cock demanded attention, so I let his balls go and focused my attention on the shaft and the large vein that ran up the bottom. When I reached the head and swirled my tongue on the underside, he yelled out, begging, “Suck me, for God’s sake.” I plunged my head down, and he slid all the way to the back of my throat. He yelled my name when I stretched his ass cheeks open and worked my thumbs toward the hole. I massaged around the tight little pucker while I bobbed up and down on him, taking it in on every stroke.

After a minute or two of sucking, I pulled off his shaft and licked back down to his balls, then used my shoulders to lift his thighs, opening his hole. When I moved my tongue from his testicles and licked his perineum. His ass clenched, the tension built back in his body. “Shhh,” I gentled, “I have this, trust me.” He laid his head back and relaxed a little. I blew light breaths against his pucker to watch it tighten. My tongue flat, I licked right over the opening.

He gasped and I did it again. His breathing was ragged and fast. I blew another light warm blast of air on it and asked, “Nobody’s ever rimmed you before?”

He groaned out, “
No
,” and I licked across the bud again. Then made my tongue into a point and speared hard and fast right on the hole.

I was surprised the people in the room next door didn’t hear his moan. Bingo. I darted my tongue against his opening, teasing it up more and more. I nibbled and lightly bit at it. He sucked in a ragged breath. I spread his ass wide, and thrust my tongue in as deep as I could. I felt him reach for his cock and warned him, “Don’t touch it or I’ll stop.”

“Please, Mark. I need something more. You’re driving me fucking crazy. Fuck me, man. Holy shit, I had no idea. I want to feel you in me. Now.” He rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.

“I’ll take care of you, Antonio.” I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the supplies. I tore the condom open first before I opened the lube. They were a bitch to open with slippery hands and always used to rip the package
and
the rubber when I tried with my teeth. After I rolled it on, I took the top off the lube and leaned back down to lick and tongue him again.

This time, I slicked up a finger and started working it in beside my tongue. I got it almost in and raked my teeth up his shaft again. I knew the head was too sensitive and he would shoot too soon. I wanted to be in him when he came.

He took the finger with no problem. My mouth distracted him as I worked another finger in. I moved them around, fucked in and out. His muscles relaxed and took me. I sought out his prostate, and when I hit it with both fingers he almost came up off the bed. I reached up and rubbed his stomach with one hand while massaging that little bundle of nerves inside. He was as ready as I could make him.

And my patience was beginning to wear thin. My cock was harder than it’d been in a long time. I wanted in.

I pulled my fingers out and moved up between his thighs, pushing his knees toward his chest. I looked him in the eyes and let him know I was ready. “Are you ready now?” I asked. His blown pupils told me he was there, and he could only nod.

“It might be more comfortable your first time on your hands and knees, but I have to see you,” I said and kissed him. “Kiss you.” I licked my tongue across his lips again.

I reached down and positioned the head against his hole and pushed in. There was a little resistance, and he grunted. I held still and leaned in to take his mouth with mine. One hand worked down to stroke his cock, and the other snaked behind his head to hold him against my mouth. I eased in further and sucked his tongue, and took what I needed. What he gave me.

As I stroked his cock, I started to move inside him. When I was all the way in, I pulled off his mouth and asked, “You okay?”

Antonio reached both hands to my shoulders and pulled me against him. “Make love to me, Mark. Make me yours.”

It was like a bell sounded, like a gun went off. I pounded into him and attacked his mouth with mine. His legs were on my shoulders, and I fucked him hard and fast, tilted him until I found the right angle and hit his prostate again. He yelled into my mouth and I kept it up, hit it with every stroke or two until I felt his cock begin to swell and his hole to tighten.

“Come for me, Antonio. Want you coming around my cock,” I panted into his ear. I felt it when he began to shoot, and the tightness drove me faster toward my own finish. When the waves of tingling down my spine to my balls reached their peak, I bit down on his neck and shot into his ass. I lost my rhythm and pounded in, deeper and deeper until I was spent.

When I let his legs slip off my shoulders and pulled out of him, he flopped bonelessly, sweaty with me half on top of him. I kissed him, lightly and with love. His eyes were closed and his lips were swollen, and his breathing slowly evened out. “You with me there, baby?” I asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “Now I’m yours.”

I kissed him and whispered, “Yeah. Mine.”

December 2006

“
A
RE
you ready to go?” I yelled. Antonio was still in his bedroom and we had to go pick up Jason. I already had things loaded in the truck and didn’t want to be too late to Dad’s house. This was the first family function we were going to
together
. Even if nobody knew it. I went in and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I plopped down next to him and bumped shoulders. “Talk to me.”

He let out a deep sigh. “I’m not sure I can do this.”

Well, I’d expected this sooner or later. Thanksgiving was easier. It was just two friends, and he spent most of the time out in the work shed with Dad and Robbie, talking about how he could do the welding for the entertainment unit the two were building for the family room. My offer of help was politely declined by all three. I’d retreated to the kitchen, secretly grateful but outwardly cursing their macho craftsman bullshit to anybody who would listen.

This was different and I planned to hit it head-on. “So, what is it? You think I’m going to bend you over the table and show them we’re together? Or is it Jason? You’ve gotta help me out some here.” I waited.

He put a hand on my thigh and said, “I haven’t ever had somebody I can call my own before and… and accept me and my boy and make us all a family. When I was with Jeanine, her parents did everything and they treated me like something they scraped off the bottom of their fucking shoes.”

He needed to get this out and I let him. “I like your family. They’re so cool. I never had this.” He’d felt surer and opened up a little bit at a time when he got back from California. His mother drank, favored his sister and when his dad died she let him run the streets. It was a miracle he decided to join the army and didn’t end up like Jake, just a regret. A memory.

“Antonio, they love you. They know you helped me after Brian died, know you found Robbie. For that alone, you’re fucking golden. It’s there for you. All you have to do is reach out for it, man,” I told him. They wanted me to be happy. And shit, I hadn’t told him half of them already figured out about us.

Patty and Jennifer cornered me after dinner at Thanksgiving and wanted to know when, not if, I had
taken his flower
. I choked and told them they’d been reading too much gay romance shit. If they knew, Ray and Robert knew. Robbie gave me a look too, and I stared his little punk ass down. But he was whispering to Dad and I didn’t dare ask about what.

And I was holding on to a secret I couldn’t tell Antonio yet.

“Your choice, man. I hope you’ll make the right one. I need to go though. You coming?” I stood and held out my hand. He shook his head but grabbed my wrist, and I yanked him up against me. He deserved a kiss for that. The one I gave him was hot and dirty, and left him a little wrinkled and dazed by the time we got in the truck.

J
ASON
was ready to go when we got to Jeanine’s house and had a shopping bag with a couple of things in it that he quickly stowed in the back of the truck. He wouldn’t tell his dad what he had, but he snuck me a grin.

Jesus, he looked so much like Antonio these days. He was fourteen, almost fifteen now, and had a girlfriend at school. He and Robbie spent a lot of time on the phone. Now that Robbie could drive, they hung out together too. But Antonio was a fucking ostrich with his head in the sand.

“So what’d you get? Lots of coal and switches?” I joked with him.

“Eww, sounds more like something you would get. Switches and other stuff,” he threw back at me. I almost spewed Coke all over the truck. That little shit. I snuck a glance at Antonio but he missed it, or chose to ignore it. The brat ignored my glare and went on to tell me about his new PlayStation 3 and all the new games he could play online with his friends.

When we pulled into Dad’s driveway, I saw Robbie and some older guy in a heated discussion out on the street. The guy gripped Robbie by the arm and was trying to get him inside the car. Oh
fuck
no! But before I could get there, Antonio already had the piece of garbage by the neck and made him let Robbie go. I sent Jason into the house to get Dad and ran over to where he bounced the guy’s head against the car window.

“I told you to leave him alone, you fucker. How the hell did you find him here?” Antonio was growling. My heart pounded as I put it all together. This was Zev. I knew it. I grabbed Antonio’s arm and pulled him off the guy. Zev looked dazed and there was blood running down from what looked like a broken nose. I could see Dad coming out of the house with his gun. Shit.

“Antonio, you take Robbie and go over and show Dad he’s okay and calm Jason down,” I said. When he hesitated, I pushed him and ordered, “
Now
.”

Once he was out of hearing range I got up in the man’s face and asked, “Are you Zev?” When he nodded, I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him in really close. “You listen close, ’cause I ain’t saying this but once. That boy is
my
family now. He’s got a home, he’s got people that love him. And don’t think we don’t know how to fuckin’ hide a body when we need to.”

His eyes got huge and he started to sputter. I shook him good and pulled him in right against my face. “My daddy, that guy there with the gun? He’ll shoot you if you show your face in this area again. If Robbie comes home with so much as a hair out of place, we know how to find you. And just so you know, Robbie told me everything.” I shook him to emphasize it. “Every-fucking-thing. I go to the cops, you won’t get out of jail. And you know what they do to chickenhawks like you in jail?”

He just glared.

I let him go and straightened my jacket. “We understand each other here?” I asked. He nodded. “No, fucker, say it. We understand each other?”

He pulled what little dignity he had left around him. He shoved me hard against the chest and I stumbled back. “Yeah. We understand each other. He’s not worth it. Guess he’s kinda worn out now anyway,” he snarled, looked at Antonio and Dad comforting Robbie. Then back at me.

I looked at him and tried to imagine what, how, such filth came to be. I just shook my head. I was done. “You have ’til I get back over there and then all bets are off, Zev. If you’re still here, I’ll personally get Dad’s shotgun and blow your fuckin’ nuts off. You’ve got about twenty seconds.” I walked off feeling so disgusted that I might’ve actually followed through with it. I heard the car door slam and the sound of tires squealing as he tore off. My hillbilly act worked.

Robbie was in tears and huddled up against Dad and Jason, but when he saw me coming back over, he ran straight to me and hugged me so tight I had trouble breathing. I petted him and whispered to him to calm down while Antonio and Dad hovered. When he got back under control, I looked over to Dad. “You know who that was?” I asked, and he nodded. He gripped his gun tighter. “He won’t be back. I made it clear I knew some things he doesn’t want out there. We won’t be seeing him again.” And I had plans for that fucker.
Just wait, you scumbag
.

Robbie transferred his hug of death over to Dad, and I couldn’t help but smile at the bond those two had. I looked up and Antonio was tensed up. “What’s wrong?”

He looked at me hard for a couple of seconds then I was crushed against him, and he was kissing me. “Don’t you fucking dare put yourself in danger like that. I can’t lose you. Fuck. I love you. Promise me,” he got out between kisses.

“I promise, Antonio. I love you too. But, um, Jason…,” I said, and he froze, then dropped his head against my shoulder and sighed. I held him and whispered in his ear that everything would be okay. I caught Jason’s eye and he came over.