Page 96 of Caged Hunger

Basher looked around the room at all the people who had come to see him. Him! Perhaps he meant more to these guys than he originally thought.

He smiled to himself.

“Hey, is it all right if a few of us spend some time up here visiting you? I thought we could stay at your place, come visit you in the hospital during the day, kind of thing?” Elliot asked, with a few of his brothers nodding behind him.

“Yeah, for sure! I’ll be in the hospital for a couple of weeks, but you guys are more than welcome to crash at my place and stay as long as you want.”

The guys around him gave themselves high fives.

“Cam, do you mind giving them the key?” Basher asked.

“I can take them up to your place and help get them all settled in,” Marcus offered, turning to the rest of the group. “I think it’s time that we all left and gave you some time to rest.”

“Sounds good,” they all agreed, saying their goodbyes to Basher and Cameron, promising to bring them breakfast in the morning and not to break any of their things at home.

Basher knew better. The boys were basically bulls in a china shop. They all had trouble focusing, and half the time they were piss-drunk or busy partying.

His house stood no chance.

Once they’d all left, Cameron closed the door to Basher’s room and locked it.

He stared at Basher with what could only be described as raging lust in his eyes before slowly stalking toward his bed.

Basher swallowed hard.

“Umm, you do realize that my body is barely holding itself together, right?”

Cameron nodded but didn’t say a word.

Once he reached the bed, he lifted the sheet and slid his hand gently under his hospital gown.

Basher gasped when Cameron’s cold hand wrapped itself around his quickly thickening cock.

It appeared that not all of him was broken.

“Mmm, looks like someone is excited to see me,” Cameron said, licking his lips as he slowly pulled back the sheet and moved Basher’s hospital gown to the side. “I’ve been dying to do this ever since you woke up this evening.”

Cameron leaned forward, then ran his tongue from the base of Basher’s balls to the tip of his hard cock.

“Jesus…” Basher moaned, his eyes rolling back as he stared up at the ceiling.

He was never going to get used to having such a hot mouth wrapped around his dick.

“Mmm, I love how hard your cock gets for me. Once your stomach is healed, I’m going to ride the fuck out of this monster, but until then, you’ll have to take out all your aggression on my throat.”

With that, Cameron swallowed Basher’s cock all the way down to its base.

The warm wetness felt incredible. The guy was a god, a sexual deity sent from the heavens to drain his balls and torture his soul.

Basher combed his fingers through Cameron’s midnight hair as he guided his head up and down the length of his shaft.

Ten minutes later, he was shooting his load down Cameron’s hungry throat and wondering how he ever got so lucky.

He had spent his entire childhood jumping from one foster home to the next—always being discarded and cast aside, never being selected or chosen.

But now, here he was with not one but two biker families who stood by his side and protected him—something he never thought he’d have while growing up.

Caressing the side of Cameron’s head, he stared down at the rosy cheeks and blissful look on the young man’s face.