Taking It - Fireworks

They were opposites as they looked at each other in the doorway of Philip’s apartment, Philip was dressed in a suit and tie, Austin was dressed in his motorcycle leathers with a helmet in each hand.  They were strangers.  It had started with an email from Philip to procure Austin’s professional services, no that’s not right, it started as an infatuation when Philip saw him in a gay porn video online.  He tracked him on social media for months, saw the private booking e-mail in several of his profiles, and finally he built up the nerve. 

This was the one, this young man who reminded him of so many people he had known throughout his short, twenty-eight year old life.  He was like the boy from summer camp who shared a tent with him, the boy from high school who used to change a few feet away from him in the locker room, the boy in college who was a coworker in his tech support job.  There was a kind of preserved nerd quality to him, yet he was doing it, he was living a dangerous life, at least more dangerous than Philip’s life.  He had some kindness and some kind of impulsive will.  So he did it, he sent the e-mail and he got a response, but it wasn’t a sales pitch, it wasn’t brief and dismissive.  The response was full of gratitude and cheer.  They sent messages back and forth for over a month, corresponded on chat IM’s, and eventually text message.  Finally it was time to talk over the phone.  Philip was nervous when he made the call but he pushed himself to do it. 

“Hello,” Philip said through his tense throat.

“Hey, I’m glad you called, I was just thinking about you,” Austin replied.

“Really?  I mean that’s great, I guess, I thought, I don’t know, if you wanted to get together.  I have the cash like we talked about and...”

“Cool, why don’t we meet at your place?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Philip said.

“I have an idea of what you’re looking for but why don’t you tell me.”

“I want the boyfriend experience,” Philip said.

And like that he was there, in his biker leathers and a helmet in each hand.  He handed one to Philip who took it reluctantly as he thought about if he should offer Austin some clothes for the restaurant.

“Take this and make sure you hold on,” Austin said.

They went down to his bike which he had parked in front in a fire zone.  Austin climbed on first, looked back to Philip who took a deep breath before putting on his helmet.  He let out the air before swinging his leg over and putting himself down on the seat right against Austin’s body.  Austin reached back and took his hands, pulled them up around his chest. 

“Hold on tight and don’t fight it, lean with me and I’ll make sure you get home safe, don’t be afraid to get close.”

Austin started the bike causing a vibration that ran up through their bodies.  Philip’s helmet felt heavy and awkward on his head, for a moment he thought he would pass out but he forced himself to keep breathing.  Austin kicked up the stand, made one last pat to Philip’s hands, then pulled out into the street.  He took it easy at first, slower than the speed limit, enough force to get around the corners, and as he felt Philip relax he gave it more until he was racing down the highway on their way out of town.  There would be no fancy restaurant, no movie and popcorn. 

Just as Philip got comfortable, started to really notice the cars whizzing by them, Austin pulled off the highway, down a steep off ramp to a stop sign.  He came to a stop and Philip clutched at him.  He made a right hand turn, sped down a long, deserted road until they got to a mountainside.  Are we going up that?  Austin gave it gas, raced up the road until they were at the top in a nearly empty parking lot for a chain store.  There were a few cars facing out towards the city lights.  Austin put the kickstand down, signaled for Philip to get off which he did.  He stepped off the bike, took his extra helmet back and put them on the bike.  He took a satchel bag from the back of his bike, slung it over his shoulder, and motioned for Philip to follow him.  They walked off together into the trees, far away from the cars until they came to the cliff.

“What is this place?  I thought we’d go out to a restaurant.”

Before Austin could speak there was a whistle, an explosion, and they both looked out to the cityscape where they saw a green firework spreading out in the sky.  They watched a few more before Austin turned and moved to Philip.  He got close, put one hand to his neck, pulled him into a kiss.  Their tongues slipped against each other for a moment before Philip pulled back.

“I guess I’m a bad boy.  I don’t really do restaurants, not when there’s fireworks like this,” he said.  “Do you want me to take you home?”

“Fuck no,” Philip replied.

“Good,” Austin replied.

They continued to kiss as they groped at each other, pulled at each other’s clothes.  In a mutual, natural motion they got down on their knees, began to strip each other until they were both naked.  Philip grabbed hold of Austin’s dick, felt the girth of it.  This is what he wanted, this dick, this man.  He felt the warmth of it as it stiffened.  He pulled Austin down on top of himself, their chests pressed against each other, their dicks rubbed together as Philip ran his hand around to Austin’s ass.  He only wished they were in his bedroom where they could see each other fully.  Austin broke away from his lips, slowly kissed down his neck, his chest, his belly, and down into his pubic hair, then to his dick.  He took it in his mouth in one go, all of the way to the base.  Philip arched his back, felt the soft grass against his skin.  There was only one last thing.

“I’m a virgin,” Philip said.

Austin pulled away, looked up to him but he couldn’t see any features, barely a silhouette.  He sat back on his haunches, stroked Philip’s dick as well as his own.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Philip asked.

“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” Austin replied.

“Definitely,” Philip answered.

“Then it’s not a problem, I have everything in my bag.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Philip said as he rubbed at his own nipples.

Austin leaned back to him, kissed him, then grabbed under his knees and pushed them up to his chest, folded Philip back against himself to expose his asshole.  Austin opened his bag, felt around for the condoms and the lubricant.  He tore open the condom packet, slipped it over his dick.  He opened the bottle and squirted some onto Philip’s hole, worked some in with his finger before pressing himself to the opening.  He felt a familiar tightness, a reluctance of virginity.  He leaned close to Philip to whisper in his ear.

“You’re not giving anything away.  I’m not taking anything.  We’re sharing something, we’re sharing ourselves, our intimate need.  Don’t fight it, don’t try to control it, it doesn’t have to be perfect, just relax.”

For Philip words like this were usually taken in the wrong way, thought to be patronizing, dismissive, but Austin was special to him.  For once Austin truly was the professional, a sensitive, good natured professional.  He once again focused on his breathing, let his body relax, and eventually he felt the pressure build up down there until he felt Austin inside of him, slowly the pressure grew.  He rolled back his head, his eyes felt like they had reached the back of his skull.  He grabbed for Austin, took hold of his shoulders.  It was done.  He had done it.  He felt Austin shift and pull, then push, sweat on his skin.  Philip ran his hands down to Austin’s chest, felt his muscles, pinched at his nipples.  Austin grunted and moaned as he worked himself into a rhythm.  Philip felt a sensation run through his body, again and again with each thrust, he felt like he was being tickled from the inside and he loved it.  His dick was hard and leaking and it didn’t even need to be touched.  He felt it against his belly, hot and sticky until it tightened and he had an orgasm, ejaculate hit his chin, his neck.

“Oh my god,” Philip said.

Austin slowed, pulled out.  He rolled Philip on his side, got down behind him, pressed against him.  His hard dick pressed against Philip’s butt.

“Don’t you want to get off too?” Philip asked.

“Look,” Austin said as he pointed out to the fireworks.

Philip relaxed against the other man’s body, put his head against him so they could both look out at the last of the explosions. 

“I want you to get off too,” Philip said.

“Don’t worry we have plenty of time for that,” Austin replied.

They continued to watch the fireworks.  Austin’s dick slowly shrunk between them and they forgot about sex.  Their warm bodies against each other, the comfort of flesh, they didn’t talk.  They just enjoyed the feeling of being there amongst the trees looking out at the city with all of the different illuminations of color.

Hours later they walked back to Austin’s motorcycle, only one car was left and it rocked a little so they figured whoever was inside was doing the same thing they had been doing.