Chapter 6: Delivery
The truck was already idling at the curb, a hulking white thing that seemed to absorb the afternoon sun. A man unfolded himself from the driver's seat, his bald head gleaming, a close-cut beard framing a firm jaw. "Afternoon, gentlemen," he said, his voice a warm, low rumble. "Jermaine. I am so sorry about this, but my boy is a no-show today."
He moved with a solid grace, his frame a compelling mix of softness and hard muscle beneath a tight grey t-shirt. His fitted shorts did little to conceal the substantial bulge at his crotch. "Any chance I could enlist a hand getting the old bed out and the new one in? I hate to ask."
"Course we can help," Chris said, clapping Kevin on the shoulder. Kevin just nodded, his eyes briefly catching the thick outline in Jermaine's shorts before looking away, a flush creeping up his neck.
The disassembly was a clumsy ballet of strained muscles and shuffled steps. Jermaine was effortlessly strong, taking the heaviest parts without a grunt. "So, this for a guest room?" he asked, hefting a box spring with a soft groan.
"Something like that," Chris said, a smirk playing on his lips. He shared a look with Kevin, who was trying to hide his own smile.
Jermaine’s eyes darted between them, and his professional demeanor softened into a knowing, genuine grin. "Ah, I see. You're a lucky man, then. He's a beautiful boy."
The words landed on Kevin with a physical warmth, a validation he hadn't realized he craved. He blushed deeply, the notion that his soft body could be desirable to someone other than Chris was a dizzying, new reality.
Later, with the new bed frame assembled and standing stark in the room, Chris pulled Kevin into the hallway. "No pressure," Chris murmured, his voice low. "But he's definitely into you. If you wanted to... try something else."
"Would it be weird?" Kevin whispered back, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"You didn't think it was weird when I was fucking Judy," Chris pointed out gently. "This is just for you. Would you want to?"
"Would you... like it?" Kevin asked, his voice small.
"Fuck, yes. I'd love to watch," Chris breathed. "But only if it's what you want."
Kevin took a shaky breath. "It is."
Chris found Jermaine collecting his tools in the hallway. "My boy is on the new bed," Chris said, his tone direct and calm. "He'd like to suck your dick, if you're interested."
Jermaine stopped, his dark eyes meeting Chris's. "What are the rules?"
"No fucking. No pain, no blood, no marks."
A slow, easy smile spread across Jermaine's face. "Sounds perfect. All I ever want is to please a sexy boy like that."
In the bedroom, Kevin was sitting on the edge of the bare mattress, his hands trembling slightly. Jermaine entered and closed the door, his presence immediately filling the space. "You sure about this, beautiful?" he asked, his voice gentle.
Kevin could only manage a nod. Jermaine knelt before him, his hands going to the hem of Kevin's shirt. "Let's get a look at you." He peeled the fabric off, his broad, warm palms smoothing over Kevin's soft belly and chest. "God, you're gorgeous. These tits," he murmured, leaning in to take a pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue until it was a hard peak.
He unbuttoned Kevin's jeans and tugged them down, his hands gripping the fleshy curves of Kevin's hips. He then stood to shed his own clothes, revealing a powerful, hairy body. His cock sprung free, thick and heavy, a dark, impressive weight that was slightly smaller than Chris's but just as daunting. He guided Kevin's head towards it. "Open up for me, baby."
Kevin took the head into his mouth, the skin salty and smooth. He worked his way down, his jaw stretching to accommodate the girth. From the corner of his eye, he saw Chris sitting in the room's only chair, his hand slowly stroking his own hard cock, his gaze intense and approving.
"That's it, take it deep," Jermaine groaned, his fingers tangling in Kevin's curly hair. He began to gently fuck Kevin's face, his hips pumping in a steady, relentless rhythm. "Use your tongue, yeah, just like that. You're a natural cocksucker." He pulled out and smeared the leaking pre-cum over Kevin's lips, then pushed back in, deeper this time, making Kevin gag softly.
Jermaine shifted, positioning his cock between Kevin's plump pectorals. He squeezed them together, creating a warm, soft channel, and began to thrust, his heavy balls slapping against Kevin's sternum. "Fuck, your tits are perfect," he grunted, his pace quickening. The sight of his dark, veined shaft sliding through the pale, yielding flesh was overwhelmingly lewd.
He soon returned to Kevin's mouth. "I'm gonna come," Jermaine warned, his voice tight. "You want it? You want my load down your throat?"
Kevin moaned around the cock filling his mouth, his own dick leaking onto the mattress. Jermaine drove in one last time, his body seizing up. "Here it comes, swallow it all, you beautiful boy." A hot, pulsing jet flooded Kevin's mouth, followed by another, and another. Kevin swallowed convulsively, the salty, bitter taste a shocking intimacy.
Chris saw Jermaine out with a firm handshake and a quiet thanks. When he returned to the bedroom, the smell of sweat and sex hung in the air. He walked to Kevin, who was still sitting on the bed, dazed, and cupped his face.
"Let me taste him," Chris whispered, and kissed him deeply, his tongue exploring Kevin's mouth, sharing the lingering flavor of Jermaine's cum. It was possessive and profoundly dirty.
He pushed Kevin forward onto all fours on the new, firm mattress. "Now, you're all mine." He spread Kevin's cheeks and buried his face between them without hesitation. His tongue, rough and demanding, licked a broad stripe over Kevin's hole.
Kevin gasped, his back arching. Chris's tongue worked him open with a slow, sensual need, probing and circling the tight ring of muscle. He loved the musky, clean taste of him, the incredible warmth, the way Kevin's body yielded to the persistent pressure.
Chris worshipped him with his mouth, devouring him, making Kevin whimper and push back against the intrusion. This adoration, this raw, physical proof of being wanted, was rewriting Kevin's understanding of himself. He was not a problem to be soothed; he was a feast to be devoured.
When Chris finally entered him, it was with a slow, inexorable push that made them both groan. The frantic urgency of their first time was gone, replaced by a deep, rolling rhythm of exploration. Chris held Kevin's hips, his thrusts long and measured, angling to find the spot that made Kevin see stars.
"You feel that?" Chris grunted, his body slick with sweat. "You feel how deep I am in you?"
"Yesss," Kevin hissed, his head buried in the mattress. "Don't stop, Chris, please."
Chris fucked him with a relentless, building pace, their bodies slapping together in the quiet room. He watched the way Kevin's back muscles tensed, the way his ass swallowed his cock with every thrust. He leaned over, covering Kevin's body with his own, and wrapped a hand around Kevin's dick, stroking him in time with his drives.
"I'm close," Kevin choked out, his whole body tightening.
"Come with me," Chris commanded, his own rhythm beginning to fracture. He drove into Kevin one last, deep time, and as he erupted inside him, he felt Kevin's release pulse hot over his fist. They collapsed together onto the mattress, spent and sticky, the new bed groaning under their weight. The world outside the room had ceased to exist.
The world outside the room had ceased to exist. They woke hours later, tangled together in a deep, dreamless sleep, to find a heavy wool blanket draped over them. Neither remembered pulling it over their exhausted bodies, and the digital clock on the nightstand glowed a soft 4:00 PM.
"Fuck, we slept the day away," Chris rasped, his voice rough with sleep. He nuzzled into the back of Kevin's neck, inhaling the scent of their shared sweat and sex.
Kevin stretched, a wince of pleasant soreness flashing across his face. "My ass feels... used."
"Good used or bad used?" Chris asked, his hand stroking down Kevin's side.
"Really good used," Kevin murmured, pushing back against him. "But I'm starving."
"Treat night," Chris declared, sitting up. "Your pick. Anything you want."
Kevin frowned, thinking. "I want something... but not too heavy. I don't wanna feel all bloated and gross later."
Chris understood immediately. He grabbed his phone. "I got you. Nothing that's gonna interfere with you getting fucked properly." He scrolled through options. "Sushi? Light, protein. Good fuel."
"Yeah," Kevin said, a slow smile spreading. "Yeah, that's perfect."
While they waited for the delivery, they tackled the new sheets Jermaine had left for them. The fabric was a high-thread-count cotton, cool and smooth against their skin. They worked in a comfortable silence, tucking and straightening, a new domestic ritual. Once finished, the bed was a den of softness and comfort, the deep navy sheets a stark, inviting contrast to the pale walls.
The food arrived, and they ate from the containers on the sofa, Chris putting on an episode of The Wire. Kevin found himself engrossed, not just in the complex plot, but in watching Chris watch it, seeing the passion in his eyes as he explained the characters. The tuna sashimi was buttery, the rice perfectly sharp with vinegar, a meal that sat in his stomach without any weight.
An hour after they’d finished, Kevin was kneeling on the floor between Chris’s legs, nuzzling the growing hardness in his sweatpants. "I'm ready," he said, his voice a low hum against the fabric.
"Kev, your ass has taken a beating today," Chris said, his fingers carding through Kevin's curls. "I don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't," Kevin insisted, looking up. "I'll tell you if I need a break. I promise."
The concern in Chris's eyes warred with a raw, hungry need. He had never, in his entire life, been with someone who could take all of him so completely, who craved it as much as he loved giving it. He couldn't resist. "Okay," he breathed. "Okay, come on."
He took Kevin’s hand and led him upstairs. The new bedroom felt like a sacred space. Chris laid him down on the navy sheets with a reverence that made Kevin's heart ache. He started with slow, deep kisses, his hands mapping every curve and plane of Kevin's body as if memorizing him. He took Kevin's cock into his mouth, not with frantic greed, but with a sensual, worshipping attention that made Kevin writhe.
He worked Kevin open with his tongue again, then with slick fingers, one, then two, scissoring him carefully. "You're so open for me," Chris murmured, lapping at him. "So fucking perfect."
When he finally pressed inside, it was with an agonizing slowness that stole the air from both their lungs. Chris held himself still, fully sheathed, letting Kevin's body adjust. He watched the expressions flit across Kevin's face: the slight pinch of stretch, the flutter of his eyes closing, the eventual slack-jawed surrender.
"Fuck me, Chris," Kevin pleaded, his voice broken. "Please, I need it hard."
That was all the permission Chris needed. The gentle rhythm shattered. He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, a brutal, piston-like drive that knocked a sharp cry from Kevin's throat. He set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against Kevin's ass, the bedframe pounding a frantic beat against the wall.
"Yeah, take it! Take my fucking cock!" Chris grunted, his own control unraveling. He hooked his hands under Kevin's knees, pushing them back towards his shoulders, opening him up impossibly wider, sinking even deeper.
Kevin was mindless, a creature of pure sensation, screaming into the mattress with each jarring thrust. "There! Right there! Don't stop! Fuck!
Chris was lost in a primal haze, the sight of his thick cock plunging into Kevin's used, willing body driving him to the edge. His thrusts became erratic, brutal, his own screams joining Kevin's. "Gonna come! Gonna fill you up!
With a final, deep, grinding lunge, Chris erupted, a guttural roar tearing from his chest as he pumped his release deep inside. The violent, claiming pulse of it triggered Kevin's own orgasm, his back arching off the bed as he came in hot, helpless stripes across his own stomach and chest. They collapsed together, a tangled, breathless, sweating heap, the room echoing with their ragged breaths.
The new bed had proven itself worthy, its firm support allowing for a brutality their old frame never could. The mattress protector Jermaine had left them should also keep it from retaining too many of their activities. Chris rolled onto his side, pulling Kevin against him, his hand resting possessively on the curve of Kevin’s hip as sleep claimed them almost instantly.
Sometime in the deep, blurred hours of the night, Chris stirred to a shifting weight and a familiar, desperate heat. Kevin was climbing over him in the darkness, his movements clumsy with sleep, his body a warm shadow. “Need you,” Kevin mumbled, his voice thick and indistinct. Chris, only half-conscious, felt Kevin’s hand fumble between them, guiding the rigid, sleeping hardness of Chris’s cock. There was a pressure, then a slow, wet give as the head pressed against something incredibly soft and yielding. Kevin sank down, a long, groaning sigh escaping him as he impaled himself fully, Chris’s thickness stretching him open in the blurry silence. Chris’s hands found Kevin’s hips, anchoring them both as Kevin began to move, a slow, dreamlike rocking that was more about connection than climax, lulling them both back into a profound, shared unconsciousness.
Chris woke to the weak morning light filtering through the window, his mind clearer but his body already engaged. Two of his fingers were buried deep inside Kevin, who was still asleep on his stomach. It was an automatic, unconscious act, a reassurance sought in the fog of waking. He crooked his fingers slightly, feeling the incredible, heated looseness of Kevin’s body, and brought them to his nose. The scent was pure, animal: sweat, the faint chemical tang of lube, and the deep, musky aroma of their shared sex. It was the smell of a well-used body, a healthy body, and it sent a jolt of pure hunger through him.
He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, his cock sliding into the unbelievable warmth with a seamless, wet push. The resistance was gone, replaced by a perfect, slick accommodation that made Chris groan with contentment. He was all the way in, balls-deep, in one smooth motion. Kevin stirred with a groggy, pleasure-filled sound, pushing back against the intrusion automatically. “’S’so deep,” he slurred into the pillow, his body already awakening to the familiar fullness.
Chris moved with a lazy, possessive rhythm, each thrust a testament to how perfectly they fit. This was what he’d never found with anyone else, a completeness that went beyond the physical act itself. Kevin’s body wasn’t just taking him; it was welcoming him home, a perfect match for his demanding girth. He fucked him slowly, thoroughly, until they both came with quiet, shuddering releases, then drifted back to sleep, still joined.
When they woke again, late morning had truly arrived. There were no words, just a silent, mutual understanding. Kevin swung a leg over Chris’s hips, kneeling over him backwards, and guided Chris back inside. Then, with a surprising flexibility, he arched his spine, lowering his torso down until his back was pressed against Chris’s chest, his head nestled near Chris’s shoulder. He was both lying on top of Chris and straddling his cock, an intimate, contorted embrace. Chris could feel every movement of Kevin’s body from the inside. He reached around, pinching and rolling Kevin’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, torturing the sensitive nubs until they were hard pebbles.
“Fuck, yes, hurt them,” Kevin gasped, grinding down on the thick shaft inside him. Chris alternated between gentle tugs and sharp twists, his own hips bucking upwards to meet Kevin’s descents. The dual sensations drove Kevin wild, his cries escalating until he climaxed, his channel clenching rhythmically around Chris, who followed seconds after, filling him with another hot rush.
“Okay,” Chris finally breathed, his voice hoarse. “Okay, we need food. I’m running on empty.” Kevin just nodded, wheezing a laugh as he carefully dismounted.
They cooked a hearty breakfast together, moving around each other in the kitchen with a new, practiced ease. Kevin scrambled a dozen eggs while Chris fried bacon and sliced thick pieces of bread. They ate at the kitchen table, ravenous.
“So,” Kevin said around a mouthful of egg, “was I really the first? To take all of you?”
“Yeah,” Chris said, nodding. “Every bit. No one else ever could. Hurt too much for them.”
“And you’d never… with a guy before?”
Chris shook his head, wiping bacon grease from his lip. “No. The thought never even occurred to me. Not until I saw you in that bed.” He looked at Kevin intently. “What about you? The anxiety stuff. When did that really start?”
Kevin’s face sobered. “After my dad died. It was like… the world got too loud. Everything was sharp. Judy helped, but it was just putting a blanket over it. This… you… it quiets it down for real.”
"I've noticed you calling me daddy. Do you think that's helping you move past some of the grief you've been holding?"
Kevin blushed at the comment. "Yeah, sorry, I..." Chris interrupted. "It wasn't a criticism. You've got some stuff to work through. If I can help in any way I will. And I think it's fucking hot." He grinned.
Kevin grinned back and leaned in for a kiss. Chris pulled Kevin's face to his, crushing their lips together, before asking, “And you’d never been with anyone? Man or woman?”
“No,” Kevin said quietly. “Never wanted to. I just thought I'd be ridiculed. My body size, my cock size... Didn’t see the point.” He looked up, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “But it's not like that. Not with you. It feels like I waited for the right person, almost. And… with Jermaine, too. It was hot. But only if you’re there. It’s about you being there. Daddy.”
A warmth spread through Chris’s chest. He reached across the table and squeezed Kevin’s hand. “Good.”
Kevin’s enthusiasm returned. “You know what would be amazing? That bath you talked about. What about in the loft. Right under the skylight window.”
“Jermaine mentioned he knows a plumber,” Chris said, nodding. “Said the ensuite bathroom was seriously outdated. But a freestanding tub up there… yeah. That would be awesome. And we can have a nice big shower still. And I was thinking about the garage. A proper sauna. Maybe even clear it out, insulate it, make a real gym.”
Kevin’s eyes lit up, then dimmed just as fast. “Chris, you already bought the bed, paid for my clothes. And on top of all that it’s going to be… thousands. Tens of thousands.”
“I know,” Chris said simply. “I’ve lived simple. Never cared about cars or vacations. I’ve got a lot saved.” He held Kevin’s gaze. “But if we’re doing this… if we’re making this our place, with what’s happening between us… we have to talk to Judy.”
Kevin’s fork clattered against his plate. “Tell her? About us?”
“We have to,” Chris said, his voice gentle but firm. “But we can feel it out. See how she’s doing with her sister first. Maybe start by talking about the house, see if she’s even in a place to hear it.”
As if summoned by the conversation, Chris’s phone buzzed on the table, the screen lighting up with a single word: JUDY.