by Jay Lygon
Joey snorted. “Story of my life. Sam walks into the room, and I turn invisible.” He passed the ball to Alberto, who tossed it over the backstop.
A guy on the other team passed the ball in. The tall guy dribbled down the court. I took off after him. One thing about sprouting up, I’d become a real threat on the court. When I covered a guy, he couldn’t simply shoot over my head anymore.
The guy I was covering grunted. I glanced back at him. He wasn’t looking at the ball. My t-shirt rode up to expose my stomach, and my shorts sunk to inches above my cock. No doubt my ass cheeks were exposed, too. The guy’s tongue hung out of his mouth. Whether I meant to or not, I always ended up looking like porn on the hoof.
Joey snatched the ball away and dribbled down the court with the other guys in pursuit. I ran after them, caught the pass from Joey, jumped, and easily sent the ball into the hoop. We high-fived and got back in position. Alberto stole the ball from one of their guys.
“Alberto!” I called out.
He tossed a pass that I had to chase down.
“I’m fitting in here very quickly, don’t you think?” Alberto asked in a stage whisper as he hovered near me. “Joey already likes me.”
“Yes. It’s amazing how you happened to latch onto my best friend.”
He looked at me as if I were stupid. “Of course it wasn’t an accident. You told me to use my God magic to make things happen, so I did. You aren’t mad, are you? Joey has a little crush on me, I think. I hope you aren’t jealous.”
“Joey can do what he wants. He’s a big boy.”
Alberto rubbed his ass against my groin. “You’re bigger.”
I shoved him away. “Knock it off. I told you before, Alberto, don’t ever fucking touch me without permission. Only Hector has the right to do that.”
He tried the innocent look on me. “I was just playing the game.”
“You don’t guard your own man in basketball,” I snapped.
“I wasn’t talking about basketball.”
Chapter 5
Hector was lucky. He had to travel upstate to make sales calls while I was left alone to deal with the heat and tempers brought on by a lingering heat wave. From the lady in line behind me at the market to the guy who sold me my new motorcycle boots, everyone was on edge, as if the heat got under their skins and grated every nerve.
I was a little put out myself. Hector wouldn’t tell me when he expected to be back in town. Brett said that was because Hector wanted to try to catch me doing something wrong so that he could beat me. I tried to explain that sometimes Hector’s clients expected him to take them out on the town and that messed up his schedule, but Brett said I was making excuses again. The truth was that I didn’t have anything to worry about if Hector did pop in unexpectedly. The only thing I cared about was that the Toronto Film Festival started in two days, and I’d hoped to see him before I left.
As soon as I got home from the market, I dragged out the garden hose and sprayed down my herb garden. Hector would never remember to do that while I was away. My next backyard project was going to be to install a sprinkler system. Maybe I’d plant another hedge near the garage. Alberto had cut down the tall evergreens that separated our properties, and I hated the sudden lack of privacy. Funny. I didn’t mind Angelena being able to see our entire yard from her back porch.
The cool water from the hose splashed against my bare legs. It felt great. Then I got brilliant and summoned a small wading pool. I’d just settled into a lawn chair with my feet in the water when Angelena pulled up next door on her motorcycle, still in her cop uniform. Her concrete gray eyes had a hard set to them, as if she were looking for a fight. I knew exactly how she felt.
“Hey, Goddess! Come splash in the pool with me!” I called out.
A slow smile spread across her face. “Now, that is a brilliant idea, Sweet-Tart. Let me get out of this uniform, and I’ll be right back.”
In minutes, Angelena’s screen door slammed, and she came bounding down the stairs of her back porch. She’d changed into shorts and a loose tank top. Deal was with her.
Deal sat in the lawn chair Angelena pulled over to the pool for her. She glanced up at the sun and waved her hand. A shade canopy appeared over us. “I don’t do sun,” she said. Her milky white skin proved that.
“For you.” Angelena handed me an orange Popsicle. I gave her my chair and sat in the water. She peeled the paper off a grape Popsicle after she sank her feet into the pool. “Just what the doctor ordered,” she sighed. “Speaking of which, how is the therapy going?”
I didn’t mind her asking. “I haven’t had any problems with depression, but that’s always gone in waves anyway. I guess we won’t know for sure for a while. My therapist made me try an antidepressant when I first went to him, but I didn’t like the side effects. It made me put on weight.” I frowned at my stomach.
“Oh stop it! I hate it when someone with a perfect body complains. Must be hell dragging around that six-pack all day.” Angelena kicked water at me.
“I used to have a twenty-inch waist.”
Deal made a face, “You used to be a train wreck, too, but I don’t hear you wishing for that again. Besides, I’ve seen the way Hector looks at you now. He watches you like a wolf eyeing a juicy steak. He didn’t used to do that.”
“I didn’t do what?” Hector asked.
“Papi! You got home early!” I bounded across the patio’s hot bricks to the back porch. Hector’s arms were already spread wide for me. I nuzzled into his neck and breathed in the scent of him while he wrapped those big arms around me and held me tight. My soul drank in his presence as if it were parched. “I missed you,” I said.
“Missed you, too, Baby. Were you a good boy while I was gone?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His hand slid down to my ass. “Did you go to your therapy appointment yesterday?”
I nodded.
“Good Boy,” he mumbled against my lips. We lightly teased our mouths together. He bit down on my bottom lip and sucked it.
“Do I have to turn the hose on you two?” Angelena asked.
Deal added, “I swear you act as if you’ve been apart three months, not three days.”
“Jealous?” I asked.
“If I wanted someone to wag his tail every time I got home, I’d get a puppy,” Deal said. She pushed her skirt up as high as modesty allowed, cupped water in her hand, and dribbled it over her thin thighs.
Hector gave my ass a long, hard goose before releasing me. “I think I may join you out in the pool.”
“Need help changing into your swim trunks, Sir?”
For a second he seemed to consider it, but then shook his head. “If we go into the bedroom, I’ll probably show you the toy I bought for you, and if we break that out, it’ll be hours before we leave the bedroom.”
My bottom lip puffed out.
Hector linked his finger into my slave collar and yanked me close. “You know how I feel about boys who pout.”
A slow grin spread over my face. I lowered my gaze and then looked up at him through my thick eyelashes. “You always say they should be spanked, Sir.” I hoped the new toy he got for me was a paddle, because it had been weeks since he’d really worked me over.
My mind was already off in the dungeon when Hector put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to turn around. “Go be a good host.” Before he let go, he pressed his lips to the nape of my neck and whispered, “Play time later, little Boy.”
***
In the wading pool, I sat between Hector’s thighs with my back against his chest. Our Popsicles had been replaced by frosty beers.
Deal ran her fingers through her wavy, blonde hair. Only she could wear Versace while sitting in a lawn chair next to a cheap, plastic wading pool and seem perfectly comfortable. A pair of Prada pumps dangled from her hand as she flexed her long, thin feet in the water. Her toenails, as usual, were painted frosted cotton candy pink to match her fingernails. She sighed. “This is heaven.”
“Hmm. Yes. Well, they do frown so if you actually touch the water. Besides, everyone who is anyone is out of town cruising the Dalmatian coast on their yachts or saving the Indonesian rain forest from Kabala orphans or something.” Deal turned to me. “So, Sam, I haven’t seen you since you got back from Venice. How was it?”
I snuggled closer to Hector’s chest. “Unfortunately, I never got to enjoy the city with Hector. But I assume you’re asking about the film festival. It was interesting. Definitely your kind of event. You know what happens when you get industry folk together. The networking was intense, like Hollywood, only compacted into a couple days and a few acres.”
She nodded. “Any good parties? I assume that’s where all the action was.”
Hector huffed. “Sam went to parties every night.”
“Good! Did you make any important contacts, or did you run around with your little reporter friends?”
That was still a sore point with Hector, so I watched my hands bob on the surface of the water and pretended I didn’t hear her question.
“Hey! Is this a party? Can I come over?” Alberto already had wandered into our back yard, so it was a little late to say no. “Gods? Are you all Gods?” He stared at Deal.
Being polite, I made introductions. “Everyone, this is Alberto Renaldo, the God of Fame. He’s a newbie God. We met in Venice. Alberto, this is Hector. You may have seen him in Venice? I can’t remember if I introduced you two or not. That trip is still a blur. This is Angelena, Goddess of Traffic. And that’s Deal, the Goddess of Negotiation.”
“Ah! Sam’s agent. He spoke of you in Venice,” Alberto told Deal.
I cringed.
“Did he?” Deal drawled.
“He never said how beautiful you are.”
Oh good Gods, Alberto was laying it on thick. Even his accent was a bit over the top.
“I’d join you, but I seem to have no suit.” Alberto grinned.
Charms tinkled as Deal waved her hand. “It’s a clothing optional pool.”
“In that case--” Alberto stripped and slid into the water.
The kiddie pool was barely big enough for him, Hector, and me.
Alberto turned his back to me and gazed up at Deal. “I’ve never met a Goddess before, but you’re exactly what I’d imagine a Goddess should look like.”
Angelena snorted. So did Hector. I was too relieved to make fun of Alberto. For once, he wasn’t flirting with me. Deal regarded his adoring eyes for a moment, then turned to Angelena and ignored him.
***
Sunset that night was like an early Technicolor movie, supersaturated in neon orange and pink. It was still unbearably hot when Deal, Alberto, and Angelena left. Until the Santa Ana winds died down, though, we wouldn’t get our usual evening breeze off the ocean to cool things down.
I stifled a yawn as I gathered the empty beer bottles around the wading pool.
“Tired, Baby?” Hector asked.
Grinning, I shook my head. “I didn’t forget that you brought me a new toy. That’s about all I could think about tonight.”
“Could have fooled me. You weren’t humping against my thigh like usual.”
“I’m working on subtlety. Playing hard to get.”
“You always lose that game,” Hector reminded me as we went into the house.
I dumped the trash in the garbage can in the kitchen. “Somehow, I don’t consider it losing when I get wild monkey sex out of it.”
We locked up and then walked through the darkened living room together, arms around each other’s waists. When we were near the couch, Hector said, “Speaking of wild monkey sex--” He shoved me down and crawled over me as he made low, growling noises. His cock poked through the slick fabric of his swim trunks.
“More like a bear.” I ran my hands through his thick chest hair. “Definitely a bear. A big Papi bear.” The shift in his expression was enough to get my pulse racing.
“Want to play, little Boy?”
Those were the magic words to get me hard. New energy coursed through me as Hector rose off the couch and led me to the bedroom.
Deal once mentioned that our bedroom looked too quaint for a couple of BDSM lifestylers. She expected black leather and cold steel. Sure, the antique dresser with the huge, oval mirror and the beige chenille bedspread were kind of frumpy, but the wrought iron, four poster bed lent itself to a lot of kinky possibilities that she probably never suspected. Then again, Hector and I got downright nasty on the afghan covered couch out in the living room, too. And on the small kitchen table. And in the shower. Come to think of it, the entire house was our playground.
Hector slipped a blindfold over my eyes as I sprawled on the bed. The mattress squeaked as he crawled onto the bed with me and straddled my groin. “If you move, so much as a twitch, you go to bed frustrated. Do you understand, Boy?”
It was hard not to smile. That gruff voice sent good chills through my body. “Yes, Sir.”
The palms of his big hands were hot. He pinched my nipples and tugged on them until I bit my lip. He let go of one, but kept pulling the other until I felt cold metal and the pressure of a clamp on it. When it was tight, he bent down and sucked at the exposed tip. Trying to keep on top of the pain, I gritted my teeth. Then he grasped my other nipple in a vicious pinch and clamped it.
He climbed off me. Every movement sent sharp pangs through my chest. My shorts came off in one quick yank. I was sure my dick pointed straight to the ceiling.
His hand touched my shoulder. “Come to me.”
Blind, I crawled across the mattress. He guided me close and helped me straddle his legs so that we sat chest to chest on the bed, my legs around his waist, his thighs supporting my butt. When he moved, I groped around until I found his shoulders and held on.
Hector flicked the clamps on my nipples randomly so that I couldn’t anticipate the bump of pain. When it was too much, my shoulders slumped, and tears trickled out from under the blindfold. Hector released the clamps. For a moment, it was wonderful, and then the blood rushed in, bringing fresh pain with it.
Hector’s big arms went around me. He stroked my hair and rocked me until I quieted down. He never told me to hush when I cried.
When I was composed again, Hector forced my arms behind my back and cuffed them together. It made balancing on his lap much harder.
“Ready for your new toy?” he asked.
Spank me, Papi.
Whatever it was, from the sounds of it he poured a ton of lube over it, so it wasn’t a paddle. Then he slipped the thing over my dick and moved it up and down. “Do you like that?”
Hector demanded honesty, so I said, “It’s okay. Anything touching my cock feels good right now. At least it’s snug.”
“Baby, everything is a tight fit over your cock. Why is it that the bottoms are always the hung ones?”
Since he called me Baby, discipline was relaxed. “You’re quite hung, too, Hector.”
I couldn’t see it, but I swore I could feel his chest puffing out with pride. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, but you…”
“I’m the God of Sex.” Nothing killed the mood like comparing dick sizes.
Hector kissed me. “Yes, you are. And if you think your new toy is snug now--” His cock crammed into the masturbation sleeve next to mine. I’d never felt so stuffed into a space. Then he slid the toy up and down. Oh Gods, did that feel good!
“Fuck it, Boy.”
Hector sucked in a long breath. “I’m watching your reflection in the mirror. Every time you push up, dimples appear just above your ass. I wish I could lick your spine from here. You are a work of art, Baby. I know it makes you uncomfortable when people look at you, but sometimes I just have to tell you how hot you are.”
Hot was right. My face burned.
He called me
Sweet Baby in a whispery voice that made my libido go into overdrive. Between kisses, he said the kinds of things that always made melt for him. Baby, Baby, Baby. All he had to do was let me hear how much he wanted me and I’d crawl over glass to give him what he asked.
Hector moved the sleeve up and down my cock while he kissed my collarbone. “I had to special order this toy so we’d both fit inside. Would you like to see?”
“Yes, mmm, yes, mmm.” I was still nodding when he pulled off the blindfold.
The sleeve was transparent. Seeing our cocks together inside it just about put me over the edge. I stopped humping into it and closed my eyes.
