Nuts About You: A Testicular Cancer Anthology

by Anthology

  All she had to do was fix me with those blue eyes of hers or lay a finger on me and I was falling all over myself to get inside her. Sometimes I was literally falling over myself too. She’d seen more of me lying in a tangle at her feet than upright and yet she was still by her own admission attracted to me.

  Still, if I was going to get to know her, I had to tell her about me and that would mean telling her everything. I couldn’t think of Adam without feeling guilty but it was time, time to tell someone else about what had happened and the part I’d played in my brother’s death. It was going to be hard to open myself up and reveal my past to her but I needed to do it. Opening up this early to her was all part of my own self-preservation. If I saw disgust in her eyes, if she agreed that I was the reason my brother was now dead, and she walked away, at least it would be over between us before there was any risk of my heart being involved.

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Autumn’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She brought a hand up to cup my cheek, her eyes searching mine. “Why do I get the feeling there is so much buried in here and here.” She touched her fingers to my temple and then my chest. “So, will you let me feed you?”

  “I…I…” I cleared my throat when my voice came out little more than a croak. “Yes…please.” I managed to answer her question about the meal but I wasn’t sure what to say in response to her comment about what I kept buried inside me. Was I really that transparent that she saw I was troubled?

  “Come on then.” She took my hand and began to lead me towards her home. Once we were on the wide verandah that ran the length of the old farmhouse, she left me there to go and round up her escapees before they could get themselves into more trouble.

  Tiny joined me on the verandah, watching me with his solemn brown eyes. Of course Autumn’s dog wouldn’t be locked away in one of the stables that she took the goat and pony to. If he was coming inside with us hopefully he wouldn’t drool on me again or subject me to some anal probing with that wet nose of his.

  I broke the eye lock Tiny had me in to look around at the verandah while I waited for Autumn. It obviously was once an open verandah but at some stage someone had partially closed it in. It still had an open feel to it due to the huge floor to ceiling flyscreens that let the sun and fresh air in but, with awnings that could roll down over the flyscreens, it would be protected during bad weather.

  Autumn had several lounges arranged on the verandah; and potted plants - lots of them. They hung from the rafters and were mounted on the wall of the house, not to mention some on stands and tables over nearly every available space. Clearly she had a green thumb whereas I was more like the kiss of death when it came to pot plants. I’d tried everything. Watering them a lot, not watering them much. I’d talked to them, yelled at them, played music to them, and the result was always the same: the plant curled up its leaves and died.

  The heavy thump, thump of Tiny’s tail on the wooden floor as he signalled Autumn’s return drew my attention, and I watched her climb the couple of steps and walk towards me.

  “I’ll grab you a towel and you can go shower if you like, while I start dinner.” She said.

  I tried not to let my disappointment over separate showers show on my face. “So you’re not an advocate for water conservation?” I asked.

  “I do my bit towards conservation.” She replied. “I try to keep my carbon footprint as small as possible.”

  I walked over to her, trying to keep my limp to a minimum. Once I was in front of her I raised a hand to her chin, holding her steady so I could feather my lips over hers. “I was thinking more about water conservation and doing our part towards minimal water usage.”

  She stared up at me and I saw the moment the meaning behind my words registered with her. “Oh, you mean you want to shower with me? It will mean dinner might be a little late. Does that bother you?”

  I pulled her forward and into my arms, letting her feel my erection. Bloody hell, I was like a horny boy around her, always cracking a stiffy. I smiled against Autumn’s hair when the memories surfaced. Adam had been a fan of that saying. He’d often joked about some attractive man he’d seen giving him a stiffy and then he’d flash that ever present cheeky grin at me.

  I felt the familiar wave of sadness when I thought of my brother but somehow the pain felt more tolerable when I had Autumn in my arms. I tilted my hips, grinding myself against her.

  “I couldn’t give a damn about dinner but I’m all for water conservation. Let’s go get cleaned up in your shower but not before I dirty us both first.” I growled the words out against her lips. I knew that sounded a bit cheesy but I really didn’t care, and I cared even less when Autumn pulled her lips from mine and burst out laughing, slapping me lightly on the chest with her palm.

  “Come on then Stud.” She fluttered her lashes and made her voice all breathy sounding. Turning away, she stopped to look back at me over her shoulder. Crooking a finger she beckoned to me to follow her and it was my turn to burst out laughing as I did exactly that, following her into the house, never taking my eyes from the delicious curve of her ass as she walked.

  Chapter Eleven

  Once we were in Autumn’s bathroom I watched her strip out of her clothes and turn on the taps. It was only when she stepped into the shower that I snapped out of my lust filled daze long enough to hastily remove my own clothes and follow her under the warm water.

  We took it in turns to soap one another, and I held myself still while she traced her fingers over each of my scars before placing her lips on them and kissing them, one by one. I stared down at her, feeling the surprising prick of tears at the backs of my eyes.

  Never would I have expected to meet someone like Autumn and certainly I would never have expected to end up with her as a neighbour. Despite her crazy animals, I had to thank them too because, if it hadn’t been for them invading my property, then Autumn probably would never have come back again after my horrible treatment of her the first time we’d had sex.

  I watched her touching me, caressing me, treating me like I wasn’t the hideous monster other women had made me believe I was, and certainly I’d felt that way about myself for a long time. If things had been different I wouldn’t be standing in her shower now being driven crazy by the feel of her lips and hands on me. I barely knew her but I felt like I’d known her all my life. There was just something about her, something that spoke to me; something that gave me hope for a better future.

  I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back until it rested against the tiles. When soft lips and a warm mouth closed around my cock, my eyes shot open again. Bloody hell. That was a sight that nearly brought me to my knees. Autumn on her knees, eyes turned to me and her lips wrapped around my cock, forming a perfect ‘O’ as her head bobbed up and down along my length.

  I watched her, in awe of her beauty, as the water turned her hair a dark auburn and droplets hung from her lashes, framing her stunning eyes. I couldn’t believe I was here; in her shower, my cock in her mouth. Certainly not after my awful treatment of her. She was a forgiving person clearly, and that was one of the reasons why I knew I had to tell her about my past and about Adam.

  When she began to suck on me harder, taking me deeper until I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, I knew I was lost. If I didn’t stop her I was going to blow my load down her throat and, as tempting as it was to come in her mouth and watch her swallow down all I had to give her, I wanted in her pussy more.

  Reaching down I hooked her under the arms and dragged her to her feet before propelling her backwards until she was hard up against the tiles. She gasped, probably partially from my assertive behaviour but more than likely from the cold tiles - because anyone who has ever had sex in the shower knows the damn tiles don’t warm up, no matter how long the water’s been running.

  I pushed a hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me, and since she’d already taken me nearly to the brink of losing control, I didn’t waste ti
me now and nudged her legs apart with one knee. Once she was spread enough to let me access her, I slipped the sensitive head of my cock between her legs, groaning when I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy against it.

  As I angled my hips, thrusting up into her, she curled her arms around my neck, burrowing her fingers into my hair and grazing her nails across my scalp.

  Closing my eyes and ignoring the throbbing in my thigh from crouching so I could line my body up with hers, I didn’t bother with formalities. I couldn’t do this slow and easy if my fucking life depended on it. She had me too worked up for that. If she’d wanted me to make love to her gently she probably shouldn’t have sucked on my dick the way she had, because she’d turned me into a wild mass of aching need, dangerously close to blowing already.

  If the throaty sounds coming from her were any indication, she was happy with fast and furious, and I could only assume the way she repeatedly said my name was because she was into this as much as I was.

  Encouraged by her responses and driven by my own primitive needs, I pounded into her, vaguely aware that I was probably going to leave her sore and reminded of this moment every time she tried to sit down tomorrow. I knew I’d be sore tomorrow too, although not quite the same way as Autumn. My thigh would give me hell; I was sure of that. This was the hardest it had worked since the accident but right now, buried balls deep, I couldn’t seem to make myself care that I’d be popping pain killers like candy in the morning.

  I’d blame my dick if I could. After all, it was him always sticking his head up, looking for some action, that got me into this trouble in the first place and, while he lay about recovering tomorrow from all this vigorous activity, it would be me and my thigh paying the price for his wanton needs.

  Autumn cried out, her nails scoring a path across both of my shoulders, and I grunted from the small pain she inflicted on me. If she was enjoying being fucked and about to come, she could slice the noughts and crosses game into me and play for all I cared.

  Again she clawed at my shoulders and I felt her tighten around me, moments before she began trembling and shaking, her pussy squeezing along the length of me and the warmth of her release coating my cock.

  It was the last straw for me. It was too much, too intense, too fucking incredible, and, with a loud shout that seemed to echo around the bathroom, I pumped my hips in a series of short, shallow thrusts as I emptied the contents of my balls into her.

  When we were both done and the warmth was fading from the water that rained down on us, we hastily cleaned off, finished showering and got out of there before the water completely ran cold. So much for water conservation I thought briefly as we towelled our bodies down.

  “I can put your clothes through the washing machine and dryer if you like?” Autumn offered and, after being sure she didn’t mind and that she was prepared to have me in her home as long as it took for them to be washed and dried, I wrapped a towel around my waist and followed her into her bedroom.

  The room was dominated by a queen sized bed covered in a feminine floral quilt and numerous plump cushions. There was no other furniture, just removalist boxes stacked up against the walls.

  “I haven’t had time to unpack yet. There was a delay with the shipping container and my belongings only arrived a few days ago.” She explained.

  “You came from the mainland?” I asked and she nodded.

  “Yeah, Melbourne; you?”

  “Sydney.” I gave her the one-word answer, not really wanting to say more until I could sit and start telling her the whole story of my life.

  We didn’t say anything more while she dressed, pulling on another pair of those lace panties she seemed to favour and a matching bra. She dug around in one of the boxes and tugged on something in a pastel green, which turned out to be a simple looking dress which she slipped over her head. When it settled around her hips and thighs, hugging her body to her slim waist before flaring out to a soft skirt which fell to mid-thigh, I had to start thinking about disgusting food combinations, anything to stop Mr Over Excitable behind the towel from making his presence noticeable again. God, what was it with her? I had no damn control at all and my cock was clearly on steroids or something, because he just stuck his damned head up at the slightest hint of anything that remotely resembled boob or pussy and waved about with a ‘look at me’ attitude.

  Once she was dressed and had brushed her glorious mane of hair out of the tangle from the water and my hands, she ran her eyes up and down me a few times and I began a silent string of insults directed at my cock, willing him not to choose now to poke his head out from behind the towel.

  “You can’t stay in that towel all night. It’s very distracting.” She finally said and I gaped at her before grinning.

  “Are you implying that I’m a distraction?” I asked, just needing her to confirm that I wasn’t the only one so easily turned on in this relationship - if it could be called that yet.

  She walked up to me, running her fingers from my collarbone to where the towel wrapped around my waist, and again I began thinking of every revolting food combination to stop my cock responding to her feather light touch.

  “I’ve probably got a couple of robes you could wear. One used to belong to my dad. He was a big man and sometimes when I’m having a sad day I’ll put it on to make me feel like he’s close again.” She smiled but I could see the sadness in her eyes.

  “He’s passed away?” I asked softly and she nodded.

  “Yeah. It was five years ago; suicide.” She didn’t elaborate and I couldn’t respond other than to nod because I was reeling from her revelation. She’d lost her father five years ago, the same time I’d lost Adam, and to suicide? God, what were the chances that we’d both have people we love take their lives in the same year?

  She turned away, opening her closet and pulling out a large terry-towelling navy blue robe. She passed it to me and I slipped it on, removing the towel once I’d tied the belt around my waist.

  “Are you sure I should be wearing this?” I asked, watching her expression closely, but apart from the sadness in her eyes, she was smiling.

  “It looks good on you. Daddy would have liked you.” She rolled her eyes before laughing. “Well, he would like this version of you. The asshole version would probably have earned you a smack to the head for hurting his little girl.”

  “I’m sorry for that. I really am. That isn’t me. Once upon a time people would have told you I was a pretty even tempered kind of person. Some might say laid back. I guess time and circumstances change a person. If it means anything at all, the old me would have slapped this me around the head a few times too for the way I treated you.”

  Autumn laughed. “Well, this you I’m seeing now is much nicer than that you. Nice enough that I think I should feed him.” She said. “Come on, I’m starving. I don’t know about you.”

  “I do seem to have worked up a bit of an appetite.” I grinned suggestively before following her out of the bedroom.

  “Damn woman, you can cook.” I flopped back in my chair a couple of hours later, rubbing my distended stomach. “I feel like I’m about six months along.” I rubbed at the mound of my food belly again.

  Autumn laughed as she watched my hand moving over my stomach. “So I think it’s fairly safe to say you’re a fan of my Quesadillas. I’ve seen most eat two or even three but five has to be a record.”

  I snorted. “Two or three? Clearly they were pussies. All that delicious chicken and cheese wrapped up in that tortilla? Not to mention the salsa? Clearly they were less than real men if two or three were their limits.”

  Bright blue eyes stared at me with amusement. “My father was one of those pussies you speak of. He ate three. All the rest were women so perhaps that did make them pussies?” Perfect white teeth flashed as she smiled and I got the impression the conversation just got slightly dirty.

  “Before this conversation goes down a path that’s a little muddier, or even dirtier, let me help you clean up.” I st
ood up, stretching.

  “Trying to make a good impression are we?” She asked, still giving me that amused look.

  “Is it working?”

  “It depends on what you’re hoping to achieve from it.”

  “Well, that’s a loaded question and I think you already know that if I get too close to you I’ll want to fuck you. As tempting as that is, I really do want to get to know you and I need to talk to you. There’s a reason I was such a jerk to you. Once you know, there’s a good chance you’ll throw me straight out your door but I…” I fell silent, my gaze falling to her kitchen floor.

  She was silent for what felt like ages before she walked over to me and hooked a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Despite how things started between us, I know you’re not really an asshole Theo. I see the pain in your eyes sometimes and it’s not the physical pain from your injuries. I can see there’s something else. I want to get to know you too. In case you haven’t worked it out yet, I like you. I don’t sleep around. I don’t do casual sex. I have to like the person and, although you opted for playing the asshole when we first met, I don’t believe that’s the real you all the same.”