Chapter 7: Judy
The phone vibrated, skittering across the worn wood of the kitchen table. JUDY. The name glowed between them, a stark reminder of a world that existed beyond the warm, sex-scented bubble of the last twenty-four hours. Chris wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes meeting Kevin’s. He picked up the phone and accepted the FaceTime call.
Judy’s face filled the screen, backdropped by a sunlit garden. “There you are! Having a late breakfast, I see. Hopefully you two are being good while I’m gone.” Her voice was bright, but there were shadows under her eyes.
“We’re managing,” Chris said, a slow smile playing on his lips. “How’s your sister?”
“Oh, much better now she’s not alone. It’s been… well, it’s been good to have some time to think, actually. Working less hours, being away from the usual chaos.” She paused, her gaze drifting away from the camera for a moment. “I think I needed this. Some space to… I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”
Chris’s engineer’s mind, always assessing stability and load, sensed a foundational shift. “Kev, give us a few minutes, yeah?”
Kevin nodded, taking his plate to the sink before slipping out into the hallway, the door swinging shut behind him.
Chris turned his full attention back to the screen. “Jude. Talk to me. What’s going on? With us. Were we ever really happy? Or were we just… really good friends?”
A tear escaped and traced a path down Judy’s cheek. She wiped it away with an impatient hand. “That’s what I’ve been thinking. God, Chris, I know I’m not… I’m always working, or volunteering, or worrying about Kevin. I know I haven’t been giving you the… the attention a man like you needs. The sex life you want.” Her voice broke. “And I’m so, so sorry. But I think… I’ve met someone here.”
She broke down then, sobs shaking her shoulders. “We had a date. We kissed. I’m a terrible person.”
Chris let the silence hang for a moment, letting her cry it out. He felt a surprising lack of anger, only a dull, distant sense of closure. “Judy, listen. It’s okay. Really. And I… I have some news that might actually make this easier to hear.” He took a breath, choosing his words with care. “Something’s happened here, too. With me and Kevin.”
The sobbing stopped. Judy went perfectly still, her wet eyes wide with confusion. “You and… Kevin? What do you mean?”
“I mean we’ve become… involved. Romantically. sexually. It’s… it’s serious.”
For a long second, there was only the faint digital hum of the connection. Then, a sound burst from Judy that Chris hadn’t heard in years: a full, deep, unburdened laugh. It was pure delight. “Oh my God! Really? That’s… that’s wonderful!”
Chris felt a tension he didn't know he was holding release from his shoulders. “You think?”
“I think it’s perfect! I’ve been so worried about what would happen to him if I… settled here, or if you just got fed up and left. This is… this is the best possible news.” She was beaming, her face transformed. “Is he there? Can I talk to him?”
Chris called out and Kevin edged back into the room, his posture tense with anticipation. “It’s okay,” Chris said softly. “She’s thrilled.”
Kevin’s face flooded with relief as he looked at the screen. “You are?”
“I am, sweetheart! I’m so happy for you both.” Judy’s voice was warm and genuine. “Truly.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Jude,” Chris said, and he meant it. He reached out, cupped the back of Kevin’s head, and pulled him in for a soft, simple kiss on the lips. It was a seal of promise.
Emboldened, Kevin launched into a torrent of words. “And we have so many plans, Judy! For the house! We want to do a full bathroom renovation in the loft, put a freestanding bath right under the skylight, and renovate the garage into a proper gym, with a sauna maybe, and—”
“Whoa, whoa,” Chris interjected gently, though he was smiling. “This is all… hypothetical. It’s your house, Judy. None of this happens without your say-so.”
Judy waved a dismissive hand. “Actually, that’s not quite right. The deed is half in my name and half in Kevin’s. His dad’s share transferred to him. I’ve just been… managing it.” She looked between them, a new decisiveness in her expression. “If you two are making a life here… Chris, if you wanted to buy me out, I could use the money for a fresh start. I’d love that, actually.”
The air in the kitchen seemed to crackle with possibility. “Are you sure?” Chris asked.
“Completely. Let’s contact lawyers. Get the ball rolling.”
They talked for a few more minutes, the conversation easy and filled with a genuine, shared happiness. They wished Judy luck with her new person, telling her to keep them updated.
“I will,” Judy said, her smile softening into something more private. Then, just as Chris moved to end the call, she added, “Oh, and boys?” She paused for dramatic effect, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Who said it was a man?”
Her laughter rang out, and then the screen went black.
Chris and Kevin stared at the blank phone for a second before bursting into laughter themselves. The sound echoed in the sunlit kitchen, clean and joyful. Chris picked up his phone again, his thumbs moving quickly over the screen.
“Who are you texting?” Kevin asked, leaning against the counter, his body humming with excitement.
“Jermaine,” Chris said, not looking up. “Seeing if he’s got that plumber’s number. And if he knows anyone who can turn a garage into a gym.” He hit send, placed the phone down, and looked at Kevin. The raw hunger from the night before was still there, but it was banked now, a steady heat.
He walked over to Kevin, crowding him against the counter. He didn’t kiss him. He just looked at him, his eyes dark and possessive. “Our house,” Chris murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Our bed. Our gym.” His hand slid down Kevin’s stomach, palming the growing hardness there. “My boy.”
Kevin’s breath hitched. “My daddy.”
A low growl rumbled in Chris’s chest, a sound of pure possession. “Damn right I am.” His hand moved from Kevin’s cock to his ass, gripping a full, soft cheek through his jeans. “And don’t you forget it.”
Kevin’s grin widened, a flash of playful daring in his eyes. “And we can get you some Viagra if you start to get tired.”
Chris’s face feigned a look of comical, profound offense. “You little shit,” he growled, but his eyes sparkled. In one fluid, powerful motion, he hooked an arm around Kevin’s waist and manhandled him face-down over his lap. The chair groaned under the shifted weight.
He made quick work of Kevin’s pyjama pants, yanking them down to his knees, exposing his pale, round ass to the cool kitchen air. Kevin yelped in surprise, wriggling over Chris’s solid thighs. Chris brought his hand down in a sharp, stinging slap that echoed off the cabinets.
The sound was a crisp, loud crack. Kevin shrieked, more from shock than pain, his body jolting. A warm, tingling heat spread across the struck flesh. He shuddered, a shaky breath escaping him. "How naughty do I have to be for another one?"
Chris answered with three rapid, solid smacks in quick succession, each one landing with a satisfying thwack on the rapidly reddening skin. Kevin cried out with each impact, his fingers curling around Chris’s leg, his cock hardening against the denim. Chris then leaned down, his breath hot on the heated skin, and sank his teeth into the fleshiest part of Kevin’s ass, a firm, possessive love bite that made Kevin gasp and buck against him.
“There’s one more thing to talk about that’s been on my mind,” Chris said, his voice dropping to a low, serious rumble as he rubbed the sore, bitten skin. “And then I can spank you more if you want.”
“Okay,” Kevin panted, his face flushed, “Okay, daddy. What is it?”
“You remember the phone call to my boss the other day? When you were busy deep throating my massive cock?”
“Yeah,” Kevin murmured, the memory vivid. “I remember.”
“And at the end, I spoke to him about something else?”
Kevin shifted on his lap, thinking. “I sort of remember. I was pretty… out of it.”
Chris’s hand continued its slow, soothing circles on Kevin’s reddened ass. “It was about an apprentice. The company’s been on at me for years to take one, but I never wanted to do it. Didn’t think I had the skills to teach someone.” He paused, letting the weight of the words settle. “Then Dave suggested you.”
Kevin went completely still. “Me?”
“He's been aware of you for a while, he's a friend at work so we talk about personal stuff. I didn’t want to load more onto your plate too soon, but… I want to know what you think.” Chris’s voice was earnest. “It’s mostly working outdoors, dealing with power company issues. You’d be with me, totally supervised at all times. And you’d start working towards an electrical engineering qualification.”
Kevin was silent for a long moment, overwhelmed. “Does… does Dave... do you... think I'm capable?” he whispered. “I’ve never worked. My anxiety was too much. But now? Maybe I could. Could I try it?”
“Of course you can,” Chris said, his voice firm and sure. “And remember, this would mean we’d spend pretty much every moment of the day together.” A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “And could have sex in all manner of places.”
That seemed to help Kevin decide. A new, confident light sparked in his eyes. “Yes,” he said, the word clear and strong. “I want to do it.”
“Good boy,” Chris purred, delivering one final, sharp smack that made Kevin jump. “Now. It’s time to workout.” He helped Kevin up, pulling his pants back into place. They headed into the garage, the familiar scent of oil and concrete welcoming them. They stripped out of their sleep clothes and grabbed fresh underwear, their new tradition, and began their focused work on their back and bicep muscles, the future taking solid shape between them with every lift and curl.
The burn in his biceps was a clean, honest pain, a feeling of building something real within his own soft flesh. Kevin watched the corded muscle in Chris’s forearm flex as he curled the dumbbell, a map of veins rising to the surface, and felt a possessive thrill that this powerful man was his. Later, damp and clean from their shower, they lay tangled on the sofa, the scent of soap and steam clinging to their skin, when Chris’s phone buzzed.
“Jermaine,” Chris said, reading the text. “He sent the plumber’s number. Says he only does deliveries on the side, his main job’s as a builder. He could look at the gym tomorrow.” He relayed the message, watching Kevin’s face.
Kevin’s eyes lit up with a bright, unmistakable hunger. “You want his cock again, don’t you, you slut?” Chris laughed, the sound warm and full of affection, his hand ruffling Kevin’s damp hair.
“Maybe,” Kevin giggled, nuzzling into Chris’s touch, his body already thrumming with the memory of Jermaine’s thick weight.
Chris quickly typed back, arranging for Jermaine to come by at 2 PM, then called the number for Scott the plumber. “He says he’s just finishing a job, could be round in an hour for a look,” Chris reported, ending the call. He looked at the clock, then at Kevin, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Well, it looks like you’ve got an hour of dick sucking ahead of you, boy.”
Kevin was already moving, sliding off the sofa to kneel on the floor between Chris’s spread legs. He didn’t hesitate, pulling down Chris’s shorts to free his cock, which was already thickening into a formidable erection. It was a heavy, veined thing, the skin dark and stretched taut over its massive girth, the broad head already glistening. Kevin leaned forward, his mouth watering, and took the entire head in with a single, eager motion.
He loved the initial stretch of his lips, the way his jaw had to relax to accommodate the overwhelming width. He pushed further, his throat opening in a practiced, willing surrender, until his nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base. He held himself there, breathing slowly through his nose, feeling the solid flesh pulse against his tongue. He loved the taste, a musky, salty prelude that was uniquely Chris, and the helpless, guttural sounds that rumbled from Chris’s chest as he began to move.
He established a brutal, deep-throating rhythm, his hands gripping Chris’s powerful thighs for leverage. Spit slicked his chin and dripped onto his own chest as he fucked his face on the immense cock, taking it all, again and again. “That’s it, take it all, you perfect fucking cocksucker,” Chris grunted, his hips lifting off the cushion to meet Kevin’s descents. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room, a filthy soundtrack to Kevin’s worship. He lost himself in the act, in the profound power of being able to take this man completely, to wring these animalistic groans of pleasure from him.
At 1:55 PM, Chris’s hand fisted in Kevin’s hair, holding him deep. “Gonna come, baby. Swallow it.” A hot, pulsing jet flooded the back of Kevin’s throat, followed by another, and another. He swallowed diligently, milking every last drop until Chris, spent, gently pulled him off.
One minute later, the doorbell rang. They scrambled, a frantic dance of pulling up shorts, wiping faces, and trying to look composed. Chris opened the door to find two men. Scott, the plumber, was in his early thirties with a sharp, friendly face and capable hands. Beside him stood Bashir, a gentle-looking young Middle Eastern man with soft eyes and a quiet demeanor, clutching a clipboard.
“Scott, Bashir, come in,” Chris said, his voice still a little rough. They were impeccably professional, Scott with a digital tape measure already in hand. As they headed up to the loft bedroom, Scott mentioned, “Jermaine had mentioned the loft conversion, said the bathroom was seriously out of date.”
“Did he… say anything else?” Chris asked, curiosity piqued.
Scott gave a sly, knowing smile but deflected, asking about budget and style. Chris explained the budget was open but not unlimited, while Kevin, his voice slightly hoarse, chimed in that he liked the look of Turkish baths. Scott asked about the sauna location, and Chris led them to the garage.
In the garage, Scott nodded approvingly. “You could fit a great gym in here, and a sauna at this end would work for the plumbing.” Back in the living room, Chris offered them a drink, and the two younger men went to fetch them.
Scott watched them go, then turned to Chris, his tone conversational but intent. “You’ve got a nice set-up here with your boy. You’re lucky to be living together so openly.”
Chris felt a jolt of surprise, then a slow-dawning understanding. “What do you mean?”
“There’s a small community,” Scott explained. “Men like us, with our boys. Nothing illegal, everyone’s of age and sound mind. But it can be tough to meet up, have genuine alibis, especially for the guys with… other lives. There’s me and Bashir, Jermaine and his boy, Juan. A few others.”
Chris was amazed. “A community?”
“It isn’t just an excuse for orgies, though they’ve happened,” Scott said with a warm chuckle. “Some couples never join in. It’s about having people who see you. Makes you feel less alone and weird about the whole thing.”
“That… actually helps a lot,” Chris said, the concept settling into him, making sense of a loneliness he hadn't even acknowledged.
They walked into the kitchen to see what was taking so long with the drinks. They stopped in the doorway. Kevin and Bashir were pressed together against the kitchen counter, locked in a deep, exploratory kiss. Kevin’s hand was tangled in Bashir’s dark hair, and Bashir’s clipboard lay forgotten on the floor.
Scott chuckled, a low, warm sound that broke the tension. "I should probably apologise for him," he said, nodding toward Bashir. "He may look sweet, but I swear he's the biggest slut you could ever meet."
A wide grin spread across Chris's face as he watched Kevin's tongue slide into Bashir's mouth. "I reckon my Kevin could give him a run for his money."
A charged silence fell, thick with possibility. Glances were exchanged—Scott’s eyes locked with Bashir’s, a silent question passing between them before Scott gave a slow, deliberate nod to Chris. Chris turned to Kevin, raising an eyebrow in query. Kevin, his lips swollen from kissing, broke away from Bashir just long enough to smile and nod, his eyes dark with hunger. Chris grinned back, a feral, approving look.
Without a word, Bashir sank to his knees in front of Chris. At the same time, Kevin moved to Scott, dropping down with practiced ease. Their hands went to the men's belts, fumbling with buttons and zippers. They freed the two cocks into the warm kitchen air. Chris's was a brutal thickness, a veined pillar of flesh. Scott's was longer, a sleek, heavy weight that curved slightly upward.
Bashir took Chris into his mouth with a soft, worshipping moan. He used his tongue lavishly, swirling it around the broad head before licking a wet, desperate path along the thick underside. He couldn't take much of the girth into his throat, gagging gently after a few inches, but what he lacked in depth he made up for with enthusiastic, slick attention to every inch of skin he could reach.
Kevin, meanwhile, was showing off. He looked up at Scott through his lashes, opened his mouth wide, and took the entire length down his throat in one smooth, practiced glide. His nose pressed into the coarse hair at Scott's base, his throat working around the intrusion. Scott cursed, a sharp, guttural "Fuck!" as his hands came down to tangle in Kevin's curly hair. His whole body tensed, his legs trembling with the shock of the deep, perfect penetration.
Chris watched, mesmerized, as Kevin serviced Scott with a skill that was breathtaking. The sight of his boy taking another man so completely, so filthily, sent a jolt of pure, possessive heat through him. His gaze met Scott's over the heads of their kneeling boys. Scott's eyes were glazed, his jaw slack with pleasure. Through the haze of sexual excitement, a raw connection sparked. Without breaking eye contact, Chris leaned in. Scott met him halfway.
Their kiss was deep and unexpected, a clash of stubble and firm lips. Chris was surprised by the softness of Scott's mouth, by the rough texture of his tongue, and by how much he enjoyed the masculine taste of him. It wasn't like kissing Kevin; it was different, a primal seal that somehow connected all four of them in this shared, illicit act.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of sucking and groaning. Bashir was working frantically on Chris's thick cock, his hands stroking what his mouth couldn't take, his tongue flicking over the slit. Kevin maintained his relentless rhythm on Scott's longer dick, his throat flexing around it, pulling choked, delighted curses from the plumber. The two men were hurtling toward their peaks, their pleasure amplified by the sight of each other's boys and the lingering taste of their kiss on each other's lips.
"I'm gonna come!" Scott grunted, his fingers tightening in Kevin's hair.
"Me too," Chris growled, his hips bucking into Bashir's eager mouth.
Kevin increased his suction, swallowing around the head of Scott's cock, and Scott erupted with a shattered cry, his release pulsing down Kevin's willing throat. At the same time, Chris thrust deep into Bashir's mouth, flooding it with his own hot, salty cum. Bashir swallowed desperately, some of it trickling down his chin as Kevin milked the last drops from Scott with a satisfied hum.
For a moment, the only sound was heavy, ragged breathing. Scott looked down at Kevin with stunned admiration. "Jesus Christ, kid. That was... fucking incredible."
Chris gently pulled Bashir to his feet, wiping the come from his chin with his thumb. "You were amazing," he murmured, and Bashir blushed deeply.
Scott zipped his trousers, his eyes still on Kevin. "Maybe," he said to Chris, a note of genuine respect in his voice, "your boy could teach mine how to deep throat like that. Because that was something special. Maybe one day I'll let you fuck Bashir and you can see where his talents really lay," he added, kissing Bashir on the lips, tasting Chris.
Chris beamed, a surge of fierce, proud warmth spreading through his chest. He pulled Kevin up and into a tight, one-armed hug, kissing his temple. "He's a natural."
Scott and Bashir gathered their things, the professional veneer slowly returning. "We'll get that quote to you by end of day tomorrow," Scott confirmed, his hand on the door handle. "If you agree, we could probably start in just under two weeks."
"Sounds perfect," Chris said, his arm still around Kevin.
Before Scott left, he took Chris to one side, "Just to say, quickly, that we in the community don't play outside of the community. To help keep things... clean... uncomplicated. Do you understand?" Chris nodded, clapping Scott on the shoulder. "Good, thank you. It was on my mind." "As it should be," said Scott, "You want to protect your boy." The smiled, understanding each other.
The door clicked shut, leaving them alone in the sudden quiet. The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. Chris turned Kevin to face him, his hands cupping his boy's flushed cheeks. "You," he said, his voice rough with emotion, "are fucking spectacular."