The Boys of Banana Court: Box Set

by Alex Carreras

  On unleashing Austin’s swollen cock from his underwear, Mitch stared in wonder at the beautiful organ. Pale blond hair surrounded the base of the shaft, and the trimmed fur covered his low-hanging nut sac. Mitch leaned in and ran his tongue along the entire length of the shaft, feeling the veins engorged with blood pulse under his touch.

  “I’m so hard,” Austin choked out. “And wet.”

  Drops of glistening pre-cum bubbled from his slit, Mitch drinking them up. “You fucking taste so good,” Mitch said around licks. “Juicy and sweet.”

  Unable to withstand it any longer, Mitch inserted Austin’s cock deep in his mouth. He massaged with his lips and tongue as the taste of pre-cum mixed with his saliva, wet and slick. Cries of pleasure emanated from Austin as Mitch claimed his shaft and massaged the sensitive scrotum with his hands. Long and slow, he continued the motion, using his entire body and gaining momentum. Mitch was a champ at cock sucking, and he intended for Austin to remember his performance for a very long time.

  “Babe,” Austin said in a heated rush. “I’m seconds from shooting. I can’t hold back for much longer.”

  Mitch paused briefly only to say, “Then shoot it.”

  Austin’s head fell back, and his body grew tense, blue eyes squeezed shut. A deep guttural groan simmered just below the surface before Austin’s strangled cries announced, “I’m coming.”

  The sweet nectar exploded into Mitch’s mouth and spilled from the corners of his lips. He drank, desperate and thirsty. Austin bucked and cried, his sounds nothing but a rush of unintelligible words.

  Swallowing the last drop, Mitch came up for some much-needed oxygen as he watched Austin’s face grow slack. To see his lover relish in Mitch’s fruitful efforts gave his ego the boost he had needed.

  Austin slowly swallowed. “That was amazing.” His eyes opened, now a deep shade of gray. “Where did you… How do you do that?”

  Mitch chuckled. “Natural born talent.” He stood and reached for Austin. “Let’s go into the bedroom. I’m far from finished with you.”

  Inching up his pants, Austin stood; his large, half-hard cock flopped around.

  They found their way to the bedroom and fell, entangled in each other’s arms, onto the unmade bed. Kicking off his shoes and scrambling out of his clothes—Austin doing the same—Mitch discovered every desirable inch of Austin’s body. It was hard for Mitch to believe that the boy he knew vaguely in school was the man he held in his arms. Mitch guided Austin, turning him over, and stroked his hand over Austin’s bubble butt. This was definitely one ass that had been shaped with numerous squats and lunges in the gym, Austin’s efforts clearly paying off.

  “You’re going to think I’m insane,” Mitch started, “but I think I’m falling in love with your butt.” Mitch slapped the mounds with the flat of his hand. “They are the loveliest things I’ve ever seen.”

  Austin’s laugh was genuine. He flexed. “Thanks, I think, but I’m much more than just my gorgeous ass.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” Mitch slapped again, but this time harder, reddening the creamy skin.

  “You want some of this?” Austin asked, looking over his shoulder.

  Mitch almost choked on his own tongue. “Uh, yeah.” He knew he sounded like an imbecile, but the unexpected and candid question took him off guard.

  Austin reached for condoms and lube he stored in a drawer in a bedside table. He handed the small flip-top bottle and foil packet to Mitch.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to wait?” Mitch asked.

  “As I said before, I’ve waited far too long.” Austin grabbed his butt cheeks and spread them apart. “I want you to screw the hell out of me. And when you’re finished, I want you to do it again.”

  If he wasn’t already, Mitch was now hard as a concrete wall. He opened the bottle and drizzled the lube directly onto Austin’s pink bud. Austin arched his back and took in a deep intake of air.

  Discarding the bottle onto the floor, Mitch readied Austin’s quivering hole, finger by finger.

  Austin relaxed his head onto the mattress. “Do you know how incredible that feels?”

  Mitch’s cock dripped with pre-cum as he finger-fucked Austin.

  “Do it.” There was an edge of desperation in Austin’s voice. “But be gentle at first, okay?”

  Opening the packet and rolling the condom over his cock, Mitch replied, “I’d never hurt you, babe. Ever.”

  Mitch angled over Austin as Austin met him on all fours. Mitch guided his cock toward Austin’s bud and slowly pushed in, allowing Austin to accommodate his meaty head.

  Austin moved back, his circumference engulfing Mitch’s cock.

  Austin pumped back and forth, milking Mitch’s cock. “You’re not the only talented one,” Austin said.

  “Fucking … feels … good,” Mitch managed, his heart pounding. Mitch matched Austin’s steady rhythm until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Jesus, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.” Mitch moved hard and faster.

  Austin bucked and groaned.

  His hips slapping against Austin’s flushed ass, Mitch pounded into a frenzy, and he felt the explosion of orgasm beginning to build deep in his abdomen. Angling deeper, he wrapped his arms around Austin’s chiseled torso.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “Give it to me, baby.” Austin jacked his cock hard as Mitch pummeled him.

  Blindly fucking, Mitch’s brain disintegrated, and his scream tore through the quiet room. He closed his eyes as orgasm racked every muscle in his body. Over and over, the powerful orgasm took him to a great height then dropped him, sending him to plummet into a delicious darkness.

  “I’m going to shoot,” Austin said, spilling his juices and dampening the sheets.

  And in a heaving, sweating throng of skin and muscle, they collapsed onto the bed, sated and exhausted. They stroked each other gently, savoring every last second until it was time to leave the safety of Austin’s bedroom.

  Chapter Eleven

  and to New Beginnings

  “So you finally came up for air.” Josh’s Cheshire grin stretched from ear to ear as Brains scooped from a bowl of cereal, slurping loudly as he sat beside Josh on the couch and nodded insipidly as they watched TV. “I was going to give you five more minutes before calling 911. How long have you two been at it?”

  “Perverts,” Brains slurred. “And you better not leave out any of the intimate, gory details.”

  Mitch closed the apartment door behind him, unable to wipe the grin off his face. Austin stood beside him with the same look on his.

  Josh proffered a hand at Austin. “Dude, I owe you a huge apology. The other night at the party, I didn’t mean to sound so—”

  “Offensive?” Mitch said.

  “No,” Josh said through a clenched jaw.

  “Assholic?” Brains added.

  “I was going to say insensitive. I had too much to drink, and I was clumsy. Sorry.”

  Austin shook Josh’s hand, and Josh pulled him in, causing Austin to topple onto the couch beside him.

  “Can we be friends?” Josh asked.

  Austin nodded. “I’d like that very much.”

  “I want to be friends too,” Brains chimed. He reached his arm in front and over Josh. “Shake?”

  Austin fist-bumped Brains after recovering from the trip up. “Nice to see you again after all this time.”

  Digging back into his cereal, Brains said, “You’re looking good. I bet you don’t eat any of this sugary stuff now.” He stabbed his spoon into the milky goo. “Where did you get this from?” He looked at Josh. “And why am I eating it?”

  “My mom,” Mitch answered. “And it’s because you’re a pig.”

  “Nice,” Brains said, tilting the bowl up to his mouth to drain its contents.

  “Yep, a total pig,” Mitch repeated.

  Mitch looked at his three friends lined up, like kids lost in Saturday morning cartoons, bright eyes, and healthy smiles. An overwhelming sense of c
alm and positivity filled him. From this point on, he knew he was going to be okay.

  Brains set his bowl onto the coffee table. “We can scoot over and make some room?” he said, looking up at Mitch.

  “Or you can sit on my lap?” Austin suggested as Josh and Brains groaned with disapproval.

  “Gross,” Brains said under his breath. “I hate public displays of affection. It’s so hetero.”

  Walking over, Mitch said, “This is my house, not the public, so PDA is allowed and encouraged.” He sat between Austin’s well-muscled thighs and leaned against his chest, Austin kissing him on the back of the ear before wrapping his arms around Mitch.

  “What are we watching?” Mitch asked.

  “The Kardashians,” Brains and Austin said simultaneously.

  “It’s a rerun, but it’s where Chloe suspects that Lamar is having an affair,” Brains added. “It’s a good one.”

  “I just saw this with my mom the other day,” Austin said, squirming to get up. “Sorry, but I have to use the bathroom, and it appears that this would be the perfect time.”

  Mitch stood to let Austin make his escape or take a pee. He wasn’t sure which.

  “So I can assume,” Josh began, whispering out of the side of his mouth, “you had that talk with Austin.”

  “Yep,” Mitch said.

  “How about with your dad?”

  “I did,” Mitch replied. “Everything’s good between us. Actually, it’s great, thanks to you.”

  “What are friends for?”

  “At the risk of sounding very gay, I want you to know that I love you, bro.”

  “I’m happy to see that you’re man enough and gay enough to admit that.”

  They sat watching Chloe yelling at Lamar at a piercing volume. Mitch nudged Josh. “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Josh nodded, eyes glued to the set. “Tell your mom we need more cereal. Brains just finished the last bowl.”

  THE END

  FORBIDDEN

  The Boys of Banana Court:

  Josh and Darius’s Story

  Darius Moore moved to Sarasota for a chance to grow closer to his mother, Estelle, who gave up custody when Darius was thirteen. The warm and friendly reunion and living arrangement was not what he had expected, neither was her attitude toward his dating not only men, but white men, namely Josh.

  As the men’s relationship begins to heat up, Darius’s relationship with his mother goes from difficult to disastrous. Against his better judgment, Darius continues to see Josh as Josh decides to ignore Estelle’s warning to stay away from her son.

  As the couple begin to find happiness, will life do its best to keep them apart?

  Reader Advisory: This Gay Romance contains hot sex between men of varying shades. Why settle for vanilla when you can have much more?

  Dedication

  To Val. You are wonderful.

  Chapter One

  Josh Connors jogged down the stairs that led to the first-floor courtyard, deciding to jump the last three steps. He waved to the attractive young guys sunning themselves by the pool, the midmorning sun sparkling off tanned, muscular bodies. It had been three months since he moved to Banana Court with his best friend since the eighth grade, Mitch Montgomery … not that he’d seen much of Mitch since he hooked up with Austin Grey. Thankfully, Austin’s apartment was catty-corner from their apartment, so it was convenient for everyone, especially Mitch. Josh was genuinely happy that his friend’s relationship was going so well. In the beginning, he had his doubts, but it appeared that they were becoming quite the couple. His only complaint was that when Mitch invited Austin to spend the night, he wished they’d keep their passionate moans during their all-night lovemaking sessions to a minimum. Hearing one’s best friend in the throes of orgasm was unsettling to say the least. Am I jealous? Josh asked himself at 3 a.m., unable to sleep due to Mitch announcing to anyone within hearing distance, “I’m going to come!”

  Abso-fucking-lutely.

  Josh had been working the most popular dating websites recently, but the guys he met were either into sexual acts he had no intention of ever being interested in, or they were just too old. He wanted to sleep with men his age—give or take a year or two—not his father’s age. Any guy over twenty-three could instant message someone else, thank you very much.

  After waving goodbye to the seemingly ever-present sunning gods, Josh crossed over the courtyard, passed through the ornate wrought-iron gate surrounded by overgrown bougainvillea, which led to the quiet street lined in palm trees that swayed in the endless Gulf breezes, day and night. Christmas was just over two months away, but in the land of eternal summer, Christmas was just another day spent at the beach, a place where Josh intended to celebrate the birth of Christ with a thermos full of margaritas stuck in the sand beside his sunburned feet. A tad sacrilegious, maybe. But Jesus was the man who changed water into wine, that party animal.

  Heading toward his preferred running route, which skirted along the bay, Josh picked up his pace and cleared his mind of any negative thoughts. Running was his idea of meditation, and at times, salvation. Sound body, sound mind, he believed. The rest would fall into place.

  He inhaled the salt air as he crossed over Elm to Main Street, his destination of Island Park just off in the distance. When he approached the intersection that led to the entrance of the park, he jogged in place until he gauged it was safe and then sprinted across the highway.

  Threading his way through the manicured park that doubled as a marina, he passed happy couples holding hands, mothers pushing strollers—some more aggressively than others—the random police officer walking his cushy beat, employed to ensure that all was well in the resort city, which preferred to keep crime at a minimum. There was no other place Josh wanted to be, in or out of a relationship.

  “King!”

  Josh looked around, searching for the owner of the baritone voice booming over the otherwise placid surroundings. Instead, he saw a scruffy mutt of no distinguishable color dragging a leash, ears flapping and tongue dangling with each stride the dog took. Josh liked dogs, but he wasn’t sure if he liked them heading straight for him full force. Uncertain if he should step to the side to allow it to pass or grab the leash, King made the decision for him. Racing in circles around Josh’s legs, the leash danced and jumped behind the dog, entangling Josh at the ankles. Dazed and confused, Josh grabbed for King as the dog leaped at his chest. He felt that the world was in slow motion as he came crashing down to the ground, his left shoulder taking the brunt of the fall. Pain surged over that side of his body, and he was mildly aware that his face was being scratched with something that felt like dull sandpaper, except sandpaper wasn’t usually wet. He opened his eyes, which he hadn’t realized were squeezed shut. After a few brief moments passed, the stars of pain were replaced by a pair of black marble-like eyes that belonged to a dog, staring down at him.

  “Are you all right?”

  Josh attempted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, King frenched him.

  “King. Stop that.”

  He didn’t.

  “King, off! Bad King,” continued the voice that sounded as if it belonged to an angel … or the hottest male stripper ever.

  Josh motioned to sit up, but strong hands created resistance. “Wait, don’t move, just in case you hit your head,” the man with an intense gaze and cocoa colored skin said as he removed the still excited King off Josh’s chest. “You took quite a tumble.”

  Josh groaned. “Is half the park laughing at me right now?”

  “More than half,” the man returned. “And I hope you will laugh about this too … one day.”

  After figuring it was safe to move, King now off his chest and the pain subsiding, Josh sat up with the man’s help. “I’m okay,” Josh insisted.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Just a bruised ego. That’ll heal.”

  “I’m Darius,” he introduced. “And this is King.” Darius peered at the
mutt who was watching and waiting for what would come next, his tongue flopping to the side.

  “I know King. Actually, I believe we might be going steady after a kiss like that.” When he laughed, his shoulder ached, but staring into Darius’s handsome face was the equivalent of two Percocet. Wiping the dog slobber off his lips with the back of his hand, Josh managed to stand as Darius looked full of concern.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  Josh shook his head and smiled to help remove the look of worry from Darius’s face. He proffered his hand, and Darius took it.

  “I’m Josh … Connors.”

  Darius’s touch was warm and welcoming. And when he smiled a high wattage smile, Josh forgot about his shoulder, the scrapes across his ankles, and the dirt and grass stains running down the length of his white T-shirt. All that registered was the man holding his hand and standing before him.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  Josh felt weak, and it had nothing to do with his fall.

  His throat dry as a bone, Josh squeezed out, “At least one good thing came from all this. I stopped King from making his getaway.”

  “True, but I would say that two good things came from this.”

  Josh waited, temporarily stunned into silence by Darius’s smile that caused Josh’s heart to skip a few beats.

  “Us meeting.”

  Darius did say what Josh thought he was going to say, which was good.

  “I’m new to the area,” Darius admitted. “I lived here as a kid but moved away when I was ten.”