Doggy Style

Sex God

Jose's POV

Yes, it's true. I rejected my best bud's call, but he only called once, so it must not have been very urgent. Besides, what I was currently doing was important....though I suppose it would be rude to refer to Antony as a what. Plus, there was no way in hell that I was going to ask Antony to stop pounding me into the mattress just so I could talk to Russel about something that wasn't important. Either way, I rejected the call, and kinda felt bad about it. After both Antony and I finished cleaning up, I called him, and got no response. Holy shit, did Russel get murdered? Is that why he only called once? I bit my nail nervously, jumping a little when Antony wrapped his arms around my waist, his beard lightly scraping the nape of my neck. "Shit, babe, way to freak a homo out....what do you need?"

Antony hummed quietly, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Are you alright? You seem nervous."

"Oh....I'm alright. It's just that Russ called me once, you know, while we were banging, and so I called him back, but there wasn't any response. I'm worried he might've been, like, shanked or something." I answered quietly, still staring at my phone, as though I could will Russel to call me back through the phone.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's a big boy, and can take care of himself. C'mon, let's get something to eat. I'm starvin'!" Antony's expression immediately became happy. That happened when he thought about food.

I allowed the much larger man to guide me into the kitchen and put me in a chair, though I was still staring into my phone. "Do we have any tomatoes? Or eggs?"

"Mmm....we have eggs, but no tomatoes. We got potatoes, though. Want some hashbrowns or somethin'?" Antony asked as he stuck his entire head into the fridge to scour for breakfast ingredients.

I mumbled a quiet yes, and gasped slightly when I felt my phone vibrate: it was Russel. I answered the call, greeting the younger boy with a polite, "Dude, what the fuck?! I thought you had been murdered or something! Why didn't you answer my call?"

"Oh....I, uh, didn't realise that you called. Um, I'm fine....it's just that...." His voice halted slightly, and he didn't continue his sentence.

"'Just that' what? Are you okay, Russ? Are you in trouble or something?"

"No, no, it's nothing like that, but....there was a guy on my lawn, and he was unconscious....and naked....so I called you, hoping that you would know what to do. He's awake now, and in the shower, so I guess it's all good. Thanks for calling back though. Talk to you later." With that, he ended the call. Just like that.

I looked at my phone in dismay before tossing the device onto the counter and burying my head in my hands. "This boy's gonna get himself killed someday....Antony, never mind about eating here. Let's get some Jack-in-the-Crack and drop by Russel's place."