...One morning, Lindo had gone for a run on the beach and come home to find Turner, absolutely inconsolable, slumped over his computer keyboard. Lindo soon discovered his lover had tracked down Lindo’s fateful bout with Jesus-Jose Castillo on You Tube and had seen the beat-down he’d taken.
Lindo had never seen the fight. It had never occurred to him that he could find it online. Man, he soon discovered you could even find Mike Tyson’s amateur bouts on You Tube.
Turner had been so upset by the fight that Lindo promised himself he would never even help another fighter train for a match. He’d promised Turner, too. Their understanding about Ben’s offer was that he might work in an advisory capacity, nothing more.
Lindo’s felt bereft when a breathless Turner broke off their kiss.
“So you told Ben you’re not going to help them, right?” Turner asked, breathing heavily.
“Absolutely. Then I jumped in my car and came straight to you.”
“Bravo.” Turner stood, reaching for Lindo’s hand. He leaned down to gather their plates with his free hand. “Now, if you don’t mind, I want you to come straight in my ass, then we gotta go visit my mom.”
Lindo didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all.
In the privacy of their bedroom, they could hear the wild cries of the nesting red-fronted macaw that must have once been somebody’s pet but had escaped to perch in the huge hau tree right outside their window. She’d turned up one day with another bird but that one had since vanished.
The female had stayed. She was a beautiful, impressive bird and had made friends with Turner, who left offerings of chopped fruit and a blend of seeds and dried fruit chunks for her in a long, flat basket wedged onto one of the branches. She’d picked the right tree in which to nest. The hau tree had yellow hibiscus that, each morning, bloomed with deep red hearts matching the macaw’s red colorings. By the end of each day, the flowers turned orange and, finally, a brilliant, fiery red before falling from the tree’s branches.
Turner worried about the bird and checked on her constantly. Whenever he and Lindo entered the bedroom, she greeted them in her pitchy, sing-song way. Lindo noticed she never made a sound when he walked in alone. Her special affections belonged to Turner. Lindo understood and was happy to share Turner, since his world revolved Turner, too.
“Do you think our lovemaking shocks her?” Lindo asked as he undressed Turner.
A sexy smile. “No. I think she’s a horny girl.”
“Well, like I always say, she picked the right house.” Lindo’s hands had moved to Turner’s Velcro snaps. Neither man spoke as Lindo opened them and drew Turner’s shorts down, over his legs. He licked around the edges of his lover’s boxer briefs, losing no time in dragging those down, too.
He captured Turner’s lovely, huge cock with grateful lips as he got to his knees and began to suck. Turner had an unusual quirk. He liked Lindo to scrape his teeth very gently over the top side of his shaft, along the vein that was unusually thick and very sensitive. It drove Turner crazy. It had taken a bit of getting used to, because he liked the feeling of Lindo’s teeth as he was coming back up the shaft to the head of Turner’s cock. Lindo had enjoyed practicing this—often—and showed off his skills now.
Turner began to tremble. Lindo held his lover’s ass cheeks in one hand as he worked the cock it was his privilege to pleasure. He knew Turner liked him to use his teeth, three or four times. Any more than that and he risked scraping the tender skin. That, and it also made him come too soon.
Lindo released Turner’s cock before it erupted. He shifted his focus to the balls he held gently in his hand. Turner had never enjoyed having his balls sucked until he’d met Lindo, apparently. Now it drove him wild.
When Lindo came back to Turner’s cock again, he kept his mouth tight, no teeth. He was about to blow his lover’s mind when Turner said, “I want to come with you inside me...”