Page 43 of Caged Hunger

“You want me to stay with you?” Basher asked, unsure whether he had heard the boy right.

“Yes…” Cameron responded without opening his eyes.

Walking around the bed, Basher pulled off his shirt, then took off his jeans. He slid in next to Cam in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Cam reached behind himself and pulled Basher’s arm over his body.

Taking a deep breath, Basher snuggled closer and wrapped his arms around Cameron, drawing him firmly against his chest. The boy melted into his embrace, letting out a soft moan that warmed something deep inside him.

Tucking his head up against Cam’s, he held him close, listening to his breathing as he drifted off to sleep.

16

CAMERON

Eyes jerking open, Cameron’s body stiffened when he realized there was a large, warm beast with its arms wrapped tightly around him.

It took him a moment to remember where he was and that the beast attached to him was actually a sweet, cuddly monster named Basher.

Smiling, Cameron pulled Basher’s arm closer, loving the way the man’s large frame wrapped around his twunkish body.

He was well aware that he was not the fittest person the world had ever seen and definitely not the slimmest. But judging by the number of members currently subscribed to his site, it was clear that many men found him attractive.

Leaning into Basher’s body, he could feel the firm thickness of every inch of his solid frame, including his… Holy shit. Was that his…?

It was like his ass was pressed up against a battering ram. The solid thickness of Basher’s cock made him wonder how he had ever managed to wrap his mouth around it in the first place.

If he was ever going to allow that… thing inside him, it was going to take a lot of prep and a shit ton of lube.

Then his cock twitched.

Apparently, it liked the thought of being destroyed by the rugged ex-con behind him.

Cameron’s dick was now painfully hard.

Okay, if this was going to happen, he needed to shower and get himself ready.

Carefully, Cameron slid out from under Basher’s powerful embrace—apparently not powerful enough to contain a certain twunk and his ass’s need for penetration—then quietly made his way to the bathroom in the hallway.

No sense in using the en suite shower and risk waking up the burly bad boy before his ass was even ready.

No, he wanted this to be a surprise.

Thirty minutes later, he was all showered and prepped.

Tiptoeing back into the sleeping giant’s room, he climbed onto the bed, then slid back under the monster’s massive arm.

Slowly, he backed his naked ass up against the still-rock-solid shaft behind him. Once contact was made, he began to grind his ass up and down the throbbing piece of meat against him.

A soft moan escaped Basher’s lips, and his arm slowly tightened around Cameron’s body.

“Fuck…” gently escaped Basher’s lips.

Pushing back further, Cameron continued riding the length of Basher’s cock. Up. Down. Back and forth.

“Are you… naked?” Basher asked as his hand slid from Cameron’s chest down to his silky, smooth thigh.

“Well, I wasn’t about to put dirty clothes back on right after I showered.”