One Night Stand

He caught my eye from across the bar, cliché I know, but that’s how these things happen.  He was shirtless with a leather harness that showed off his round, muscled pecs that were covered in sweat from him dancing on the floor with his friends.  I wanted to be the sweat on that bit of muscle near the nipple, no I wanted to lick the sweat from that muscle, maybe even play with it a little, tease it until I could feel it rub between my lips.  One then the other, I wanted to pinch and rub them before slipping down his abs with my tongue to bite at the band of his underwear.  His jean shorts were barely being held up by his narrow waist, pop the button and drop them, down on my knees I’d bury my nose against his balls and look up into his brown eyes.  I wanted all those things, but I simply readjusted the hard-on in my pants then nudged my glasses up my nose before taking a long drink from my beer to let it dull my senses and comfortably settle me into reality.

Being at the bar was my reality check for the evening.  It didn’t take much, just a look, and I knew the guys weren’t interested.  When it’s there it’s real, it feels magnetic, but most of the time it didn’t amount to much because I lost my nerve.  The guy in the leather harness was the worst of it.  He was out of my league.  I nearly licked the roof of my mouth just thinking about him.  He had this look in his eyes, the look of a hunter, it was too much for me.  And the leather harness didn’t help.

Normally I was vanilla, really vanilla, because it was all I could get.  My biggest risk was giving a guy a blow job in a men’s room of a gay bar.  My boyfriend of 16 months didn’t like anything kinky.  He said he was an egalitarian and didn’t like to cause suffering.  All these thoughts were running through my brain when I felt someone behind me, a bare arm brushed past me and a right hand was laid flat on the wood next to my drink.  It was larger than my own, much larger, and muscled.  I felt the warmth of his body as he stood behind me, his chest almost touched my back.

“Are you having a good time?”

My dick got hard.  I could feel his breath on my ear and it smelled of mint and liquor.  I began to sit up but when I rubbed into him I hunched down again.

“Yes,” the word escaped me, squeaked out, “yes,” I repeated to attempt to sound more calm and in control.  I wasn’t.  He leaned into me and signaled for the bartender, two beers.  I almost leaned my head back onto his shoulder but stopped myself.

“Do you like my harness?”

“Yes,” I said.

“What’re you looking for?”

“I’m not sure what you-”

The bartender set down two beers.

“I saw you checking me out.  I like your glasses.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I like a guy in glasses.”

“That’s a weird fetish,” I said before I really thought about it.  There were times to be sarcastic, this wasn’t one of them.  I groaned and shrunk down some more when he leaned into me to pick up his beer.  He took a long drink then set it back down.

When his body left mine I found myself pressing back into him, his left hand moved to my side.  He took hold of my waist.  Was he feeling me up or was it just a casual, unconscious gesture?  I worried about the latter.  He would feel that I didn’t have any muscles and he would know why I wasn’t dancing shirtless like him.

“You’re cute,” he said.  “Do you dance?”

“No,” I said.  I felt this instant dread.  He was losing interest.  I gulped and took another drink.  But he pressed into me again and I could smell him.  I could smell his sweat and I loved it.

“What do you do?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it went dry.  This was getting awkward and I was the cause.  Could I be this lucky that someone so handsome would be flirting with me?  Was it luck, interest, or desperation?  An answer came to my mind but I suppressed it for a moment.  I really did try to think of something else to say, but then I spoke.

“Drink and fuck,” I replied.

He laughed a little, a little more than the polite laugh I expected.  I felt like I was melting just from the heat of his body.  If I just leaned back his sweat would rub into my shirt, then I’d be able to smell it when I jerked off later, I thought.  But I felt him get comfortable behind me and I knew he was there to stay, at least for a while, until I scared him away.

“You get right to the point.  So will I, listen, my friends are taking off.  Should I tell them to wait for me or should I tell them I’ve met someone?”

“Well, I don’t even know your name,” I replied.

“Max,” he said.

“Nigel,” I replied.

“Is that good enough or do you want my profile?”

I choked on my next drink and he put a comforting hand on my back.  He rubbed at my shoulder, strong at first but he worked into the muscle and I relaxed into his grip.  I felt his hot breath on my ear again.  I gripped the bottle tight, felt the drips of condensation on my skin.  This was real.  But was he really the guy I’d seen?  I turned on my stool.  I was face to face with him, with his muscles.  I was breathless, my knees weak.  He finished his beer and I watched a little spill out from his lips, down over his chin.  When he finished he looked away to his friends and gave them a wink.  They seemed to acknowledge his accomplishment.  I just felt hard, really hard.

“What do you say?”

“What-”

“Let’s get out of here,” he said.

He took hold of my hand and I didn’t refuse.  I wanted him to take hold of me and he did.  He pulled me to my feet, put his arm around my shoulders.  He held me against him, his sweat soaked into my t-shirt.  His smell was on me now too.  He led me out of the bar and to the parking lot where he opened his trunk and pulled out a shirt.  I looked to him in the orange glow of the street light.  He was gorgeous, broad shouldered, muscled, a strong jaw, his hair was high and tight like a soldier or cop.

“I dare you to drive without it,” I said.

He smirked as he walked to the driver’s side door.  He opened it, threw his shirt into the backseat, then unlocked my door.  I got inside and he sat next to me.  His arm brushed against mine on the armrest.  We could barely see each other in the shadows as we sat there.

“Your place or mine?” I asked.

He reached down to my thigh, his hand brushed against my dick through my jeans, moved the fabric just enough that I could feel the ejaculate that had leaked had gotten cold.  I felt it on my balls.  My dick slipped along the fabric of my underwear, between the opening to my jeans.  He rubbed at it.

“Who said we have to go anywhere?”

“It’s just that I took the bus-”

“So what?”

He unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper until my dick was out, right there in his car, my dick was out.  He leaned into me.  He kissed me on the lips.  I kissed him back.  He took hold of my dick, wrapped his fingers around it and I had inches to spare.  My left hand went to his back, touched that spot between his muscles.  My right hand went to his shoulder, to his neck, my fingers stretched up into the hair at the back of his scalp.

“I love nerdy guys with big dicks,” he said between kisses.

“Who said I’m a nerd,” I replied back.

“You’re so cute when you’re insecure.”

“Shut up and suck my dick,” I said.

And he did.  He went down on me.  I felt my lubricated dick between his lips and into that warm and wet hole.  He took all of me slowly and deliberately until I felt I was about to lose myself.  He sucked until he gagged on it, then he slurped it up before he pulled away to kiss me on the lips.  He pulled at my shirt but I stopped him.

“Come on,” he said.

“The shirt stays,” I said.

“Don’t be such a prude.”

“No.”

He looked me in the eyes.

“Suck it,” I said before I pulled him back down.  He took it back into his mouth.  He sucked and jerked me until I had no choice, I felt it in my feet which balled up as my body began to spasm.  I bucked and stuck my hips into the air.  It felt as if my dick was being torn from me.  I emptied myself into his mouth, my dick lurched back and forth against his lips.  He sat up, showed me the cum in his mouth, then he moved to kiss me but I stopped him.

“Is it over?”

He kissed me and I could taste myself, warm and tingly it slipped down my throat as his tongue explored my mouth.  I felt at his body, felt over his muscles.  He pushed me away a little.  He knew just how much I liked his muscles.  He knew and he liked it.  He held my face in his hands.

“It’s just beginning,” he said.

“How far does this go?” I asked.

“As far as you want,” he said, “I’ve got all night.”

“Okay,” I said.

He kissed me again before he turned away and started the car.  I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up.  He was just as aggressive driving as he had been with me, but not dangerous, just fast and determined.  You have to be that kind of driver in the city, I thought, no one has time for your uncertainty.  Know what you want and where you’re going at all times, that’s the great illusion of the city, that your need gives you reason.  I took the bus and still considered myself a small town guy.

A half hour later we were back at his place.  He parked, then retrieved his shirt from the backseat, “I have neighbors,” he said before he put it on.  I nodded, got out of the car, and we walked into the building, up the stairs and to his apartment.  It was drab with dirt stained into the places where people didn’t clean.  Only the carpet looked like it had ever been vacuumed.

The building was quiet, a little old but I knew how expensive apartments could be in the city.  I had roommates.  He opened the door and ushered me inside to his loft.  I barely got to look around when he took hold of me and pressed me against the back of the door.  He was taller than me.  My hands went to the hem of his shirt, under it up to his harness.  I finally got to pinch his nipple and he groaned with enjoyment.  He was aggressive and he wanted me, maybe he was even using me, but it felt so good.  There was no more stress.  I had everything I needed right there.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.

“What-”

“Don’t think about it, just strip down.”

“You first,” I replied.

He took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his jeans and just like a porn star he was ready.  He stood before me in his socks with a hard dick.  Finally pulled off his socks, his hard dick bounced with each foot.  I stripped as I stood there, my shirt, my shoes and socks, my jeans, and my underwear.  I stood there completely naked in an otherwise stranger’s apartment ready and willing.  He was completely in control of the situation.  He wanted me and I wanted him, but more than anything he wanted me to fuck him.  He moved to me, kissed me and I kissed him back.

Then he pulled me with him to the bed.  He went down on his knees, turned and pulled me into him onto the bed.  At first I lay there against him stunned by the sensation.  His skin against mine, of all things my toes felt cold and bare so far from my body, but then I felt it, my dick rubbed up between his thighs to his taint then slid into his balls.  I could feel them sway.  He wanted it.  So I pushed myself up over him, positioned myself as I took hold of that leather harness.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he said, “fuck me hard.”

“What about condoms?”

“Just pull out,” he said.

“And lube?”

“Just use spit.  Eat out my ass.  Come on dude.”

“Wait, pause,” I said as I pushed myself away.  I stood up and made a small cross with my hands as he looked over his shoulder.

“Come on man,” he said.

“Nope,” I replied.

He put his head down.  Had I just blown it?  Was it over?  I shifted on my feet, my dick bounced a little.  There I stood buck naked and covered in sweat.  But I wasn’t eating ass.

“I’m not going to be able to do that,” I said.

“There’s lubricant in the drawer next to my bed.  And some poppers.  I’ll need the poppers.”

Had I ruined the moment?  It felt awkward.  But I walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer.  He remained in position with his head down.  Was he thinking this over?  I felt like I needed to do something to return the passion to the situation.  Until then it had all been him, but I felt like it was my fault.  I found a condom too and the poppers.  He looked over to me as if bored so I gave him the poppers and he took a hit.  I was desperate for something to say, so it just kind of came to me.

“On your back slut,” I said, “get your legs in the air.  I want to see your face when you take this big dick.  I’m going to pound you so hard.”

He looked to me as I rolled the condom down to the base, then I squirted lube on it and began to rub.  He got this eager smile on his face before he did as I said.  He got on his back, held up his legs.  His knees parted.  We looked each other in the eyes as I made my way to him.  I grabbed his ankles, pushed him up to his shoulders as I slowly touched my dick to his hole.  I entered him easily at first, then I felt that ring of muscle resist a little before it opened to me and I was in him.

Deep and warm, I felt as if every nerve traced back to the tip of my dick.  He took a bump, seemed to lose control of his legs so I pushed them into place until I was buried all of the way.  He grabbed my nipples and pinched them.  I pulled out a little, then went right back into him.  I could feel his body grip me, pull me.  I felt as if I would spill out right then, as if my flesh and his had melted together so I pulled out and thrust back into him.  He squealed and it brought a smile to my face.  His hands went to my arms and as I felt he had finally gotten into a comfortable position I took the opportunity to take hold of that harness.  His eyes rolled back in his head, his neck arched.  I went at him again, faster and harder.  I fucked him until I felt his body freeze with tension then I backed off.  My muscles ached with pleasure, I could feel that little part of me inside him.

Beads of sweat, droplets fell from me to him.  They cooled just a little before they splashed against his skin.  I could smell us.  Latex, amyl nitrate, and the stink of men.  He pulled me into a kiss, my full lips enveloped his before I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  My balls slapped, over and over, the bed squeaked.  Harder and faster until I knocked the frame against the wall.  He pulled away for a moment.  He could barely speak but he tried to say, “the neighbors,” but his words gave way to moans so I covered his face with my hand.

He bucked and twisted under me so I pushed him into new positions until finally he was on his stomach and I was atop him again, my dick having never left his hole completely.  He was stuck on me.  He pushed up on his elbows and knees which gave me more maneuverability so I went at him harder.  He backed onto me every time I pulled away and when I pushed inside it wasn’t enough.

My hands moved up to his face, my fingers between his lips.  He grunted and begged for more so I took hold of that harness again but this time I really used it.  I slammed our bodies together.  My dick swelled inside of him.  He finally leaned down on his shoulder with exhaustion.  He looked back into my eyes and I could see that he was crying, but it wasn’t tears of pain, not exactly, because he had this grin of delight on his face.  I had broken him, at least for the moment.  I pulled on his harness and he raised himself up until he was impaled on me, that’s when I felt that sweetest moment.

When he fell, he fell hard, onto the bed, splayed out before me finally off my dick.  I tried to stand but I felt my muscles in my legs sting and burn with cramps so I fell partially onto him, then slid off as he rolled to face me.  He reached up to my face, his fingers around my chin.  We kissed.

“I’m exhausted,” he said.

“I’m hungry,” I replied.

We laughed and rolled onto our backs.  Neither of us wanted to move.  The deed had been done.  We had satisfied our carnal desires.  And we didn’t even know each other’s last names.

“That was good,” I said.

“You had me on the ropes with that condom business.  You don’t eat ass, I get it.”

I pulled the condom from my dick with a snap.  We laughed a little.  It sounded so preposterous, those little things that sound foolish when it’s all over but are ignored in the heat of the moment.

“I barely know you,” I said.

“Isn’t sex so much more fun with strangers?”

I didn’t know how to answer.  I didn’t usually have sex with strangers, usually they buy me more than a drink.  I looked up to his ceiling fan that spun around endlessly.  Was that all I was to him?  Was that enough for him?  Was that enough for me?  Aren’t you supposed to keep the good ones and throw the bad fucks back?  I inched my way up to the pillows but he remained there on his chest so I studied the way his body rose and fell with each breath.

“Is this your first time?”

“No, I’ve had practice,” I replied.

He snorted.

“No, I mean with a one night stand.”

“Is that what we are?”

Finally he moved.  He pushed himself up, crossed his legs as he sat next to me.  He reached to me, his fingers touched the ejaculate in my pubes then moved down over my body.  He smiled so I forced a smile in response.

“We’re more than that,” he said, “we made each other happy so why not just let it be.  We can’t ever have this back.  I’m so fucking happy.  My week was shit with work and personal problems.  Do you want to hear about my dad in the hospital or my sister losing her mind over her kids science project and how she blames me for it?”

He swallowed hard.  Our fuck had released tension but it hadn’t solved any problems.  I reached back to him, my fingers ran down the inside of his forearm until our fingers clasped together.

“Yes I do,” I replied.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, but then he talked.  We spent the rest of the night discussing our lives.  Deep secrets, great embarrassments, and even wishes.  It all felt easier with someone I might never meet again.  We touched each other casually, the little brushes to get attention, the lingering of a forgotten hand that you know is safe where you left it.  We cuddled and rolled around until the sun rose.  We fell asleep and when we awoke we went our separate ways.

For just a moment we had each other, but just thinking of him brings a smile to my face.

CP - Chapter 02: Prospects

While waiting for our brunch compatriots my husband and I, like most people these days, had the bad habit of using our phones instead of making small talk or paying much attention to the people around us.  He was shopping online while also perusing through nearby gay men on his hookup app.  It wasn’t just to find someone for a hookup, because he did that occasionally, but he had a game he liked to play of trying to identify men from their pictures and proximity, especially if there wasn’t a face.  He also had a knack, like me, of picking out the fake accounts of people using pictures of male porn models.  He chuckled to himself before holding his phone for me to see a picture of a slim young man, no face, abs and big dick.

“I think that’s the waiter over there,” he said.

I looked over to the waiter then to the picture.  It could be, I thought, and agreed with a nod of my head before looking back to my own phone where I was searching through personal ads on a spanking app.  I was determined to find someone, a man, and soon.  Gay or straight didn’t matter as much as wanting to be spanked by another man.  I had marked several as prospects when I came upon and ad that struck me to the heart.

Ad: My name is Luke, 24, recently moved out of my parents’ home after getting a job after college.  I’ve been on my own for 6 months and have picked up some bad habits: binge drinking, anonymous hookups, poor eating, and spending all of my money.  I’m really stressed about my job and losing it because I really don’t want to move back with my parents if I can’t find another one.  Everyone at work is a backstabber and my boss is really passive aggressive so I don’t know where I stand with him because he’s not very responsible himself.  I’m looking for a disciplinarian relationship, nothing sexual, probably.  Is there anyone who can help me?

I sighed at the ad.  It was the content and also the premise as many young men have flaked on me about 85% of the time, most never respond to my first message, few make it to the first meeting, and even less return for more.  But there was something about it, the fact that it was so well composed and he knew what he wanted.  I clicked for a response:

Response: Hello Luke, I’m an experienced dom, not necessarily interested in a sexual relationship but open to it if things develop.  I do set strict personal boundaries though and really I’m looking for a young man into being spanked or who wants to try it.  I have had relationships with young men like yourself looking for a disciplinary relationship rather than a sexual one, gay and straight.  I’d be willing to meet with you sometime, we could talk over what we’d each want out of it and how to proceed to bring about a mutual satisfaction.  I’d be dedicated to helping you straighten up and improve yourself so that you can have a successful, independent future.  If you’re interested reply back to start a conversation.

I sent the message on impulse.  And for one brief moment I began to fantasize about the young man I contacted.  I felt all of those emotions as if I were back on a dating app looking for a boyfriend: hope he’d say yes, anticipation with being someone new that I hadn’t spanked before, and dreading the real, probable fact that he’d ghost me.  I bit my lip and turned off my phone as I looked to Eric who had a grin on his face.

“Well?” I asked.

“It’s him.  I sent him a message and he replied already.  I’m talking to him right now.  He thinks you’re kind of cute but just wants a quickie in the alley.”

I rolled my eyes with mild amusement and motioned for him to leave me and do what he had to do.  He sent back a message before getting up from the table and walking back towards the restrooms and ultimately the exit.  I sighed and looked to the front door only to be surprised and pleased when I saw two of the people we’d been waiting for enter.  Franklin and Dave, a gay couple we had known for years.  There had never been anything sexual between us, though a few times we all did end up naked in their hot tub together after some drinks, but that was just a little bit of fun.  

They made their way over to the table and sat.  Franklin immediately began to complain about parking.  Dave greeted me with his shy but insistent hello before listening to Franklin in that way of knowing what he’d say even before he said it.  When he finished his rant Dave spoke up and asked where Eric was.

“He’s out back, uhm, attending to personal matters,” I said.

“That boy gets away with too much,” Franklin said.  “I came here to eat not wait around and for his twink ass.”

“Will he be very long?” Dave asked.

“Depends on who is doing whom I guess, you know how Eric likes to drag these things out with someone,” I answered.  “But we’re still waiting on Troy and Steve so...”

“Steve can’t make it,” Dave said, “I talked with him earlier when we were still at home and he said he’s a bit tied up at the moment.”

“What about Troy?” I asked.

“I didn’t talk to him.  I texted but I didn’t get a response.  You know how he likes to keep people waiting.”

“He’s always late,” Franklin said.

“He’s kept me waiting several times,” I said.  “Once when we were supposed to go out to a concert he decided to hook up with some guy at a shoe store.  I waited at this bar, got pretty drunk, I made him pay for the taxi to get me home afterwards.”

“That sounds like Troy,” Franklin said.

“Want to make bets on his excuse this time?” Dave asked.

I thought over the possibilities but Dave was quicker.

“I say five bucks that he met some guy last night and brings him to brunch,” Dave said.  “And the guy barely speaks English.”

“He does have a thing for people who don’t make small talk,” Franklin said.

“Five says he lost his phone in someone’s car and slept in this morning,” I replied.

We sat for a moment and thought of more possibilities and were about to keep talking when Eric stepped out from the hallway and greeted everyone with a big, “hello” so we stopped and looked to him.  He resumed his seat with a big smirk on his face.

“Well?” I asked.

“It was quick.  He was nervous about it so I just gave him a hand job.”

“Eww,” Franklin said.

“Messy,” Dave said.

“I used his apron to wipe off my hand.  He hated that part but I wasn’t about to lick it clean, besides if he’d sucked me off there wouldn’t be a need to clean up.”

“TMI,” Franklin said.

“At least he didn’t mess his pants or anything,” Dave said, “that happened to me once and-”

“Okay, enough sharing,” Franklin interjected, “let’s talk about something else.”

We all looked around at each other and were surprised and delighted when moments later we spotted Troy and some new trick peeking through the window to find us before entering.  Troy pulled the young man by the wrist and pushed his way inside and shambled to our table.

“Hello,” I said to Troy’s new friend.

“Hi,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.

“Everyone this is Renaldo.  Renaldo this is everyone.”

I looked to Dave and Franklin who looked back to me and we all started laughing.  Troy was oblivious as usual and set out for the bar for drinks.  We fell into conversation.  Troy’s new friend didn’t say a thing and just looked uncomfortable and desperate to get out of there until he returned with two Bloody Mary drinks.  He gave one to his friend then drank at his before sitting down and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“What were we discussing?” he asked.

“Never mind,” I replied.

Wanderlust- Christmas Vacation

My first few weeks at college were a blur of ceaseless activities, everyone wanted to get to know everyone else, if only to know who to avoid in the future. There were many late nights, studying at odd hours like four in the morning just before the test, and talking to friends about the meaning of life, homesickness, and careers. But nothing classified you more than the frat experience. Some pledged to fraternities out of their league, while others like myself reluctantly joined a house only after my roommate, Michael, bothered me about it. We didn't pledge the same frat. He was more enthusiastic about the prospect than I was because he was a legacy at an elite frat. I joined a bunch of fellow hay seeds.

There was very little homosexual and homoerotic activity where I pledged. There was a paddle involved and a lot of us just being in our underwear, but it felt so casual, guys walked around in less in the dorm bathrooms. I didn't ask my roommate but I heard rumors about what he had to endure. I assumed there was a lot more paddling and humiliation to it. One person told me he spied on them once, saw all the pledges in cloth diapers. Another person told me they sodomized each other. Possibly the most accurate was a pledge having to lie naked in a coffin with his fraternity brothers around while he confessed everything he had ever done wrong so they'd know his secrets. My first thought was blackmail but the person I was talking to said it was for protection. I dreamed of being a fly on the wall when my roommate was doing it.

At over six foot tall he was a head taller than me and I had seen him naked around the room, in the bathroom. He was broad shouldered, muscular, and well hung. It was difficult imagining someone paddling him but not impossible because he had this kindness to him, a sense of humor. I knew he came from money but he never lorded it over anyone. He was actually generous with his time and his money. That's how I ended up going to his family's home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

We'd been talking about our home lives one night when I mentioned I'd be staying on campus. He told me the school mostly closed but there was a traditional meal for students, faculty, and administrators who had nowhere to go. I made a sarcastic remark about a tin of beans and some canned ham which he laughed at a little but then he invited me to go to his family's home. I declined at first because I didn't want to impose but he told me to think about it. When I finally accepted he got a little excited about it, started naming things we'd do, things I'd get to see.

Thanksgiving was just a two day thing. We traveled up the day before, slept in his old room, me on the floor and him in bed, got up the next morning with everyone else. His father was a strict, intimidating man who had to win a handshake. His mother was a polite woman who I seemed to think of herself as being better than most people though she'd never say it. He had two brothers and a sister. One brother was older, the other was three years younger and his sister was the youngest, barely a teenager. They were polite to me but reserved. I kind of felt like I was getting the cold shoulder and about to think the whole thing was a disaster but Michael wouldn't let me get negative.

He took me around his hometown a little, showed me where he went to school and we got candy from a little store on Main Street but mostly it felt like we were killing time. That night everyone ate too much at dinner, we smoked and drank with the men in his father's study then went to bed. The next morning we left and traveled back to campus. We said it was to study, which we did a little but mostly it was to be on our own without people looking over our shoulders. His mother sent along supplies that lasted us a day and a half, after that we made trips into town to eat at one of the diners.

Christmas was different because for starters it wasn't at his father's home, instead it was at the family home, an old estate out in the rural, farmlands. But it wasn't a farm exactly, though they had horses and other farm animals, it was a mansion. The extended family was there so again we had to share a room but there were more servants, people who took care of things.

For once the holidays were about playing and fun, not full of chores and responsibilities. We did the things we were supposed to do, church and family time, but we also had a sense of personal time that we could do whatever we wanted. For Michael that usually meant hiking in the snow. The only good part of that is when we'd get back to the house, back to our rooms, and strip down for bed. Our room had its own fireplace but Michael wouldn't let me sleep on the floor as it was so cold outside. He insisted that we bundle together.

Everything was fairly ordinary. His parents did have an extra stocking by the chimney for me and it did have a few presents, though less than others. I had only thought to get him a gift, a pen and pencil writing set. He got me an engraved, metal bookmark. Really the gifts weren't the important parts though. The important part was not being alone, that and drinking with the other men after supper. Most of it was uneventful except the last night there.

The last night there we strolled back to the room arms around each other, drunk on brandy. We fell onto the bed together, a fire having already been made for us the room wasn't very cold. Side by side we chatted a little about things until we fell asleep. An hour later I woke up to the sound of him sleeping and an erection strained against the inside of my jeans. I barely gave it a thought, at least there was no worry, as I began to rub my dick as I stared at him. I worked myself until all I wanted was to have an orgasm and that's when he woke up, looked to me and smiled. At first I thought it was just the liquor and I half expected, wanted, him to turn over but he didn't. He sat up a little on his elbows, looked to me.

"Having fun?"

I was stunned by his question for a moment before I could think of just how ashamed I should have been. I had taken our intimacy, our friendship, for granted. This was it, it's over, I thought. But he just smiled at me, then he did something I didn't expect, he reached for my dick. He had hold of it for a moment until I pulled away, pushed myself to the edge of the bed, dizziness stopped me from moving away more and getting up.

"I won't tell anyone," he said. "It's normal."

My face flushed, my fingers tightened on the denim, and I could smell the fire burning a few feet away from us. I felt the bed shift as he got to his knees behind me and moved to my back, cautiously, gently, he wrapped his arms around me. I feared for a moment that he'd attack me though he had never been violent with me before but still I felt it. Instead he pulled me into his embrace, put his head on my shoulder. Our cheeks touched. It felt electric. His fingers moved up my shirt, his hands were so certain as he unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it from my body. Next was my undershirt before he pulled me backwards, lay me at his side as he moved his body partially over mine. He unfastened my belt, my jeans and pulled them down where he hesitated for a moment with my shoes.

Once they were off my whole body relaxed despite him pulling off my jeans and socks next. He ran his fingers up my legs through my thin growth of hair until he reached my white briefs, my aching dick. He slipped a few fingers under the band at my thigh, tickled the fleshy head until he peeled back my foreskin. I gulped for breath and spit as he traced it with one finger. I reached for him with my nearest hand. I was barely able to touch him back when he ran his finger up to my bellybutton. He lay his palm on my tummy as he moved to kiss me. Our burning lips touched, there was a flick of tongue and then he pulled away.

"You can't tell anyone," he said.

"I promise."

"Good because I want this to be special."

He kissed me again as he pushed his hand back down to my underwear, put his fingers inside to my slippery cock. I rolled towards him a little, finally got a hold of him with my far hand, felt his hip, his belt and tucked in shirt. He was still completely clothed and I was almost naked, definitely the most vulnerable, so I pulled at his shirt until it came loose, unfastened his belt and slacks. I grabbed hold of his dick as it poked out of the fly of his boxers. We worked each other like that for a while as we continued to kiss. Finally I pulled away from him.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

His head fell, his face half buried in my shoulder.

"I've never done much more than this. I've sucked a little, usually the other guy does the same. I've never, you know, done it."

I squeezed his dick until he looked me in the eye.

"I'll show you how," I said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but we should get under the sheets. It's cold."

He pulled away from me so I got to my feet as he did the same. I pulled back the covers, then watched as he stripped down completely, his dick stuck out from him and bounced as he got back into bed. I pulled off my underwear, got back in on my knees, straddled him as I pulled the blankets up over my back. I squashed his dick and mine between us as I kissed him some more, played with his nipples until they were hard points and he began to fidget at my touch.

Satisfied that I had worked him into a passionate desire, that I had his consent, I kissed my way from his neck down to his dick. In the darkness under the sheets I licked and kissed it, nibbled and spit until it felt slippery, then I spit into my own hand and rubbed it on my asshole until I thought we were both prepared. I moved back up him, over his dick then back onto it. Slowly I worked it inside of myself with the help of some more spit until I settled to the base, my balls touched his pubic hair for a moment before they retracted as I played with my own dick. I worked myself slowly as I was conscious of the way it made my asshole contract. I felt him there. He was inside of me but I was the one who really had him. He was subject to my desire, my will.

I rose up and sunk back down slowly, listened to the way he breathed. I grabbed at his chest, twisted his nipples some more until he moaned. He grabbed at my hips but I pushed his hands away. I wanted him, his need, to be under my control. I lowered my head for a kiss and he tried to raise his head up to meet mine but I dove in shorter to his chest, his neck. I sucked at his flesh and gave him my fingers, stuck them in his mouth. His lips were like smoldering coals that came to life with my touch. His tongue, his spit, my fingers went to the back of his throat, back and forth, in and out as I continued to ride him.

Sweat ran from my shoulders, pooled at the small of my back. He groaned and grunted to my manipulation. I bucked a few times, then slowed, a few more times as I reached back and took hold of his balls. I pulled them a little, tickled them. He tried to take hold of me again but I pushed his hands away. I slid off of him, scooted up over his arms, pinned him to the bed, stuck my dick to his lips. He sucked at it eagerly so I pushed inside until he gagged, then I pulled out to let him catch his breath. I took hold of the back of his head and told him to lick my balls which he did without complaint.

I toyed with my dick as he licked me down there, sometimes his tongue went a little deeper but not by much. He kept at until I knew I was close to a climax. I moved back down, took hold of his dick and worked it back inside of me. It didn't take much more to send me over the edge. My ejaculate shot up to the headboard, into his hair, onto his face. That was when my body gripped him the tightest and he also ejaculated inside of me. We moaned in pleasure and pain, then fell silent. I pushed myself from him, fell beside him, put my head in the crook of his arm, let one arm settle over his chest.

We smelled of sweat, but I didn't want to move as my senses came back to me, not until we had cooled off and then it was only to pull the blankets and sheets up over top of us.

Place Your Bets Pt. 1

After a three day weekend in Vegas the cross I wear around my neck and my wedding ring became the costume of a character I had always pretended to be.  I hadn’t been there previously and when I got the chance to travel there for work I was psyched to do it.  My wife thought it was nice they were trusting me with the opportunity and thought it could lead to a big promotion in my company.  I was wary of what I knew was ahead of me though. 

Men could get raunchy, and business men were the worst.  I had taken clients out to strip clubs and bars, got them laid but had always avoided cheating on my wife for the most part except when one stripper forced her tongue in my mouth once but then I got out of that pretty quickly.

Guys talk.  They brag about anything and everything they did and didn’t do.  I had learned the cadence and the vernacular to fit in any situation but I didn’t really mean it.  Even though I said all these things I thought of myself as being sexless and committed.

So three days would be hard but I had gotten through lots of situations before.  And really once I committed I wasn’t backing out.

It was a long drive from L.A. with my assistant and he had come prepared as he had been there before with his previous boss.  We loaded a rental car at my house with our bags, snacks and a cooler for the road. 

He was casual about the whole situation.   He kicked off his sandals as soon as he was in the passenger seat and reclined with a sleep mask and a family size bag of Cheetos that he rested in his lap.  He ate whatever he wanted but he was skinny.  And young, much younger than myself.  So capable at his job I wondered why he hadn’t been promoted.

We listened to Sirius radio half of the time until he grew bored and pulled his MP3 player from his pants pocket and told me he’d put on some tunes.  “Just hit shuffle,” he said.  I adjusted the cruise control and worked to plug in the player.  I hit shuffle and obnoxious rap began to play.  Stuff I wouldn’t really listen to but I couldn’t deny it sounded good.

Even if it was obnoxious it seemed appropriate and I went along just like with every other situation.  When we got to the city it was evening and the sun had begun to set.  My assistant, Brad, pulled off his sleep mask and sat up.  He grinned at the neon lights and said it was his favorite city in the whole wide world.  I asked him if he had been to very many cities of the world sarcastically and he shook his head at my cynicism and said that he had.  I was impressed.

He knew the place well enough that he gave me directions to the hotel.  When we got there he was quick to find someone to help with the luggage and told the valet just to park the car on the side because we would be back out in five.

Five what? I thought.  But it didn’t matter.  It was his show so I went with him to the counter where we checked in and then up to the room with the bagman behind us. 

When we got to the room he pushed open the door and began to turn on every light.  I walked in to find that he had gotten a suite for us.  But then I was instantly disappointed when I found there was only one bedroom then when I went in there I was shocked to find only one large master bed.

The bell hop right behind me smirked at my shock but when I turned on him he cleared his throat, setup the bags and held out his hand for a tip.  Brad had already begun to strip down and was in his underwear before I could get the money from my wallet.  In my anxiety I handed the man a five dollar bill.

The bellhop pulled the door closed and I looked back to Brad who stood at the window in a pair of briefs scratching at his side lazily.  He was as skinny as I thought and I could make out his ribs and spine easily.  One foot went up against his other calf to scratch at it and I could see the cleft of his buttocks easily.

He was my assistant but I was shocked by his brazen attitude and decided that I was still the boss so I told him to get dressed. 

“In a minute,” he said.  “Come here and look at this view.”

I walked to where he stood and was instantly taken with the view.

“Tonight we go out to have some fun in this city,” he said.  “Get dressed in your second best suit while I go shower.”  He dropped his underwear right there and walked away from me. 

I looked after him partially in shock but also a bit angry only to see his buttocks jiggle nicely as he walked.  A skinny man with a nice ass, I thought, such a weird sight. 

I looked around the room and suddenly became embarrassed about the way he treated it like a locker room.  It was too nice.  I was about to pick up everything when I thought it would make me look like his assistant instead of the other way around. 

His casual nudity and being inconsiderate was a new thing for him.  He was never like this at the office so I decided that when he got out of the shower I would talk with him.  My second best suit, I thought.  I went about unpacking all of my clothes and hung my jackets in the closet before I remembered there was only the one bed and a couch out in the main room to sleep on. 

Maybe we’d flip for the bed or else I could pull rank and make him sleep out there.  I finished unpacking and stopped to listen to see if he was still in the shower.  When I heard the water still running I decided it was the best time to change.  What kind of night did he have planned?
Gambling, drinking, and girls all came to mind.  I made quick work of putting on my second best suit and had time to check my hair in the room’s mirror before I heard the water stop. 

I remembered that the last time I saw him he was naked and not wanting him to think I was waiting around in the room to check him out or else see him naked I decided to head to the main room.  I looked over the amenities.  Five dollars just for a bottle of water!

I was reading the room service menu and looking out at the city when I saw his reflection in the window.  He had a hotel towel wrapped around his waist and his body was still partially wet.  His hair wasn’t dry.  He went to the mini bar and got two glasses and a bottle of Scotch that he brought over to me at the desk by the window.  He went back for ice and quickly poured two drinks.  I still had the menu in my hand and looked at him with suspicion as he handed me the glass of liquor.

“Sorry for being such a jerk but I just get so excited when I get here.  Don’t worry I’ll clean up before we leave because it’s always nice to come back to a clean room.”  He raised his glass and I was taken with his sincerity so we clinked glasses.  “Here’s to new times and fun.”

“To new times and fun,” I replied.

We each took a deep drink, then he went about the room, as he had said he would, cleaning up after himself.  He even took our glasses to the sink and put away the bottle.  He was taking so long that I turned on the television. 

Things were fine again until he stopped in front of the screen while I was watching the news report and pulled his towel off, then began to dry his hair, patted at the rest of his body.  I could see him from the side and make out his limp dick, a few inches flaccid, and his black pubic hair that gleamed with dew. 

I told myself it wasn’t gay to look.  I had checked out guys all the time and they checked me out too.  It was a guy thing ever since I was in high school to see what the competition was like.
It gave me comfort to know that there was this thing that God made different for everyone in length and girth when limp or hard as a rock.  And dicks didn’t look like the people they were attached to.  I knew many handsome men with small ones and average guys with big ones.  He slung the towel over his shoulder and walked from the room.  I saw his muscled ass and I rolled my eyes.

It didn’t take him long to get dressed after his little show.  By the time he was ready though I felt like I was being dragged along, though the feeling vanished when we got to the first bar in our own hotel.  We had a few drinks but the place wasn’t very busy so there weren’t many people around.  He looked like he was on a mission and I wasn’t surprised when he told me we were going somewhere else.  The second bar at the hotel next door was a little more lively with a karaoke machine and amateurs trying to sing their favorite tunes.  We only lasted a few drinks there before he said he was calling a taxi for us.  I tried to protest but his youth, his enthusiasm, was overwhelming.

That’s how we ended up at the bar that would change my life.  The place was crowded, a mix of heterosexual couples and gay men.  I thought it was a little odd at first for him to bring me here, especially when I saw the drag show, but then he gave me a drink and we found a table near a group of men and women.  I looked them over and figured there were at least a few women who might be heterosexual, especially when they took note of us, well Brad. 

“I signed you up next, the guy behind the bar said it wouldn’t be difficult to get you a dress and some makeup,” he said.

“Very funny,” I replied.  “A few more of these and I might just do it.”

I was feeling pretty drunk by the time I took another sip of my drink.  I knew I had to eat something so I looked around for a menu.  There wasn’t one.  Impulsively I got up from my seat and headed to the bar to ask the bartender.  He handed me a few bowls of snack food.  I wanted something more but took them anyway. 

When I got back to the table with Brad I almost walked past it because two other people were sitting there with him.  He motioned for me and I looked at him confused before I realized the place was crowded.  I moved to the empty chair and sat with them.  Brad leaned close to me, his lips at my ear.

“These are my friends Tucker and Pete,” he said.  “They just stopped by for a drink.  Do you mind?”

I looked to Tucker and Pete who seemed preoccupied with the show.  They looked harmless.  Boy, was I wrong.  They talked with Brad and drank.  I started eating my snacks.  I felt like a glutton and selfish so I offered them to the table.  Brad slid my drink to me.

“Finish this and I’ll get you another,” he said.

I picked up my drink, looked over the amount inside, braved myself to what I would feel, and downed it.  Brad left for the bar and I looked to the two men at my table.  They looked back to me and for a moment I thought one of them was going to speak but they didn’t.  I was thankful when Brad returned and broke the tension.

Despite my snacks the next drink began to hit me hard, or else it was all the ones before catching up with me.  I asked Brad if we could leave and he said we could.  He told Tucker and Pete, both of whom looked disappointed and whispered something back to him. 

“Do you mind if they come back for a drink?”

I just wanted out of there and anything sounded good as long as it meant I was getting to my feet and back to my room, back to my bed.

“It’s fine,” I said.  “Let’s get out of here.”

I looked around at the table as they finished their drinks, then began to get up.  I thought about sobering up so I decided to down my last drink.  I got my feet and started to follow after them.  I was okay until they stopped and I ran into Brad.  He laughed me off, put my arm around his shoulder.  He escorted me out to the parking lot where Tucker said he had a car.  Brad led me to the backdoor and helped me inside before going around to the other side.  He helped me buckle my seat belt before I stretched my head back against the rest.  Tucker seemed to drive fast, hug the curves.  I let out a moan and closed my eyes. 

It wasn’t really sleep and when they pulled up to the hotel I sat up and opened my eyes, smiled at the sight.  When I struggled with the buckle Brad released it for me.  I got out slowly, closed the door and leaned against it.  Tucker handed over the keys to the valet and Pete looked to me with concern.

“I’m alright,” I said.

“Let me help you,” he replied.

I started to push away from the car but realized I didn’t feel good.  Pete and Brad on either side of me moved in and took hold of my arms, wrapped them over their shoulders.  I didn’t resist as they walked me from the car and into the hotel.  I hung my head though, afraid I would see anyone and hoped no one would recognize me.  They got me into the elevator and Tucker stepped in with us, pressed the button for my floor.  The elevator was quick but I managed to hold myself together and not get sick.  It was a slow walk to our room.  Brad let us in with a key.  They led me to the bed where I tried to sit but they insisted I lay on my stomach.

Hours later I awoke to the sound of the television and the guys talking in whispered voices.  I rolled onto my back, my dick stuck out against in my pants as I realized I had to piss.  Luckily, I thought, I was in the shadows.  I looked to them in the corner of the room around a small table.  They seemed to notice I was awake but I didn’t want them to really notice me, notice my erection, so I slid to the bed and put my feet over the side.  I looked to the clock and noticed it was two o’clock in the morning.  I shook off the annoyance and headed to the bathroom once my erection subsided. 

After I pissed I washed my face with some water and dried off, combed my hair and looked myself over in the mirror.  I looked tired but I didn’t feel like sleeping.  I hadn’t drank like that since college and I remembered whenever I did that I only slept a few hours to let the alcohol wear off.  I went back out to the room and started to walk towards the guys when I noticed something peculiar on the floor.  It was clothes.

There were pants, socks, and shoes.  I looked up the table where I realized Brad was down to his undershirt while Pete and Tucker were probably missing some pants.  Why the pants before the shirts?  I shook off the thought and went to them.  They looked up to me and I smiled back.

“How are you feeling?” Brad asked.

“Fine,” I said.  “Not really, I’m not used to this.”

“Get yourself a drink at the bar,” Pete said.

“That’s a good idea,” I replied before I headed to the mini-bar.

“Want in on the next game?” Tucker asked.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, but to be polite I asked what they were playing.

“Strip poker,” Pete said.

I nodded to myself at the obvious answer as I poured myself a drink.  I downed it and picked up a second bottle, headed back to the table with my glass in the other hand.  There was an empty chair so I took it.  They each looked at their cards before they looked at me or around the room.  I laughed nervously before I emptied the second bottle into my glass.

“Read ‘em and weep,” Brad said before he laid down his cards.

The other two moaned in frustration as they threw their cards on the table in defeat, then they both took off their shirts and tossed them out onto the floor far from the game.  I laughed a little at them and started to feel confident.  If I joined now I would clearly have an advantage. 

“Well?” Pete asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

Brad collected the cards and started to shuffle them.  I could see by the way he manipulated them that he was a little drunk.  They were all down to their undershirts and underwear.  It could be easy to beat them.  I shook my head a little to try and get myself to stop from joining but an impulse rose up from my stomach.  A quick game, they’d lose and then be gone, I told myself before I started to speak.

“Sure, I’ll play a hand or two, but I’m not taking anything off to make it even.  I start with all of my clothes.”

“No problem,” Tucker said.

The other guys agreed and Brad dealt the cards.  I had a pair of fives so I decided to stick it out.  I lost the first hand to Tucker who had a pair of Kings.  I slipped off my shoes but actually relaxed when I got them off.  The games slowed down after that as we all talked and joked with each other.  Tucker lost his socks, Pete lost his undershirt, and eventually Brad lost his as well, but in turn I lost articles of clothing as well. 

In just a few rounds I was down to my underwear and undershirt.  Unlike them I took off my socks and shirt first, then my pants.  It was kind of embarrassing to lose them but after I sat down Pete poured me another drink. 

“Looks like the last bottle,” he said.

“No problem, I got something in my suitcase,” Brad said.

He got up from the table.  I could see he had on white briefs. He crossed the room to his suitcase.  The movement caught my attention and in my drunken stupor I followed him with more than my eyes.  He had a great ass, I thought.  I could feel myself getting a little excited about the prospect of seeing him naked.  That’s when I realized I had relaxed in my chair and my knees were far apart, my hard dick poked out of my underwear.

When he got back and the guys seemed distracted by pouring drinks I sat up, put my knees together and tucked my dick between my thighs with one hand.  I thought no one noticed and decided to join them in another drink.  Why not?  Now we’re playing for serious stakes, I thought. 

Tucker dealt the cards and I felt renewed confidence as I had two Kings and Jack.  Pete folded easily.  Tucker wasn’t far behind him.  It came down to me and Brad.  I wanted it all.  I wanted everything to be decided.

“I’m all in,” I said.

“I just have my underwear,” he said.

“Sounds like you need to add something then,” Pete said.

I looked at the two of them who laughed and leaned onto the table.

“What could you add?” Tucker said.

“Something important,” Pete said.

“What do you think?” Brad asked.

He leaned forward into the light and I could see his small, muscled chest clearly.  He had perfect nipples, just the right amount of development.  I wanted to give them a twist.  My dick hardened between my thighs.  It reminded me of the hazing at a fraternity, just some good, nasty guy fun, but then I worried it would be too much.  Would they all think I’m a pervert?

“I say you have to give us a little dance,” Tucker said.

“I nice little strip tease,” Pete said.

I thought my face went red at the suggestion so I leaned back a little, made sure my dick was secure especially because it felt a little slick.  I coughed and looked around the room hoping some other idea would occur to me.  Something occurred to me.

“How about a wedgie?” I asked.

The guys laughed.  Tucker clapped me in the shoulder and said, “now he’s getting into it.”

“I don’t know,” Brad said.

“It’s a wedgie,” Pete added.

“How about it?” Tucker asked.

“I guess.” 

Brad looked over at me.  How could I have come up with such an idea?  Why did I want to humiliate him?  A wedgie didn’t sound worse than a strip tease.  Lots of guys get wedgies for lots of different reasons. 

“There we go,” Tucker said.

“I don’t know though.  We’re talking about all his clothes versus a wedgie,” Pete said.  I could tell he was trying to instigate something.  “How about the loser gets a wedgie?”
I shook my head.

“Come on,” Tucker said.  “It’s a good thing to bet.”

I liked the idea of giving him a wedgie better than getting one.  I shook my head again and sat back.  Both Tucker and Pete looked at me, kept at me.  Brad covered his eyes and I started to think I really had him.  He didn’t have the cards.  I sat back up.

“I’ll still do the dance,” Brad said.

“That’s good,” Pete said.

“Now it’s getting good.”

“Well?” Brad asked.

“Okay,” I replied, “you have to dance for all of us though.”

Brad nodded his head.  Pete and Tucker sat back laughing, adjusted themselves, took a drink.  I had another myself.  Brad did too.

“We should make this really good though.  A strip dance doesn’t sound too bad now with a wedgie on the line.”

“Guys,” I said.

“No, come on, you guys are going to be here all weekend.  We should make this good,” Tucker said. 

“Come on guys,” Brad said.

“Oh, he’s getting nervous,” Pete laughed.  He looked to me.  “How about you?  Are you feeling nervous?  Do you think you have the cards?”

I looked at my hand, then up to the guys and smiled.

“He’s got it,” Tucker said.

“How about you?” Pete asked as he looked to Brad.

Brad shifted in his seat, then looked at his cards.  He smiled back at them, looked to me. 

“What about the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the weekend?” Tucker asked.  “It’ll be fun.  Winner doesn’t have to worry about chores.”

I shook my head.  Brad laughed a little.

“Ew, this is good,” Pete said.  “I wish I still was in the game.”

Was this some kind of setup?  Were they trying to see if I was some kind of pervert who got off on humiliating someone?  After all they all knew each other. 

“Guys, I think this is going too far,” I said.

“A weekend is too much,” Brad said.

“How about a day?” Pete asked.  “Maybe one night.”

“One day,” Brad said.

“Come on guys,” I pleaded.

It was too much.  I wanted it.  I wanted him.  The odds were high but I was confident I had the better hand and I was eager to gain something on Brad ever since I shook his hand.  I could get my revenge on him.  He’d have to strip down in front of me and the other guys, then he’d have to do whatever I wanted.  I wouldn’t have to lift a finger the rest of the weekend.  I’d could teach him a thing or two.  He’d have to respect me.  He’d respect me after this weekend.

“Deal,” Brad said before he laid down his cards.

For a moment I worried that I’d lost.  He had such confidence, but then I leaned in to set my cards down and quickly recognized I had the better hand.  I laid down my cards and the guys laughed as they looked to Brad who covered his face with his hands.  He turned away from us and let out a moan of agony.

Act Your Age Ch 03 - Tucker

Simon, a directionless 20 year old living with his parents and attending community college, is sitting on his porch one lazy day when he spots Grant a new next door neighbor.  Grant is handsome, older, and successful.  Simon is attracted to the older man, wants to start a relationship but Grant has just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a man and isn’t ready for commitment. 

Worse, he sees Simon as too young, too impulsive, and misbehaved, but when Simon won’t give up Grant challenges him to a little discipline.

After we got home from visiting Grant my parents went straight to their bedroom as it was close to their bedtime.  I went to my room, locked my door, stripped down, and jerked off to some porn trying to make myself feel better after what felt like a disastrous experience.  The man possibly could have been my father, well if he had me as a teen probably.  He had a career, his own business.  And I had my parents, my childhood bedroom, and a community college.  I stayed up until three in the morning to finish my homework and made sure my alarm was set so I could get a good six hours of sleep.  I woke the next morning still thinking about him.  I knew that I needed to get to know him, spend more time with him.

I was under prepared for class and I hid it as well as I could.  I sat through the lecture taking minimum notes.  I found myself doodling in my notebook.  It wasn’t a heart or our names but close because I found myself thinking about him, about us.  He had a certain something.  There had been other men, young men, who caught my attention but he was somehow more realistic.  He was my neighbor not a classmate or some stranger.  I was thinking about a distraction when I remembered Tucker.

Tucker was usually up for anything.  He was my fuck buddy from campus, a fellow community college student.  I texted him that I would be interested in meeting up at the end of the day and he said he was interested but that I’d have to behave myself so I promised I would.  The last few times we had attempted to get together I drank too much beforehand and he wouldn’t have sex because he said I was like a corpse.

We met in the parking lot by his car.  He was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt that clung to his muscled chest.  I knew better than to ask to stop at the liquor store or to smoke around him.  It was a short drive off campus to an apartment complex on the other side of town.  It was a place that mostly rented to students and was always trying to screw them over, ten or twelve month contracts instead of eight or nine, not keeping up with maintenance and security, but that meant they also had a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy when it came to drugs and parties as long as the cops didn’t get involved.

I followed him to his place, a loft five floors up, and towards the back.  When we got inside I was ready to go but he had other priorities.  He got pizza and beer from the refrigerator and went to the couch where he opened two bottles and offered me one as well as some pizza.  I sat beside him.  He turned on the television.  I looked to his face to try and detect any kind of break in his facade but he didn’t notice me.  He sat back and was at ease as he ate and drank.

Biting my lip I reached to his thigh, moved my hand up to his crotch, and that’s when I saw a little smile.  He was playing with me.  I wanted to feel someone so I reached for his buckle and undid his belt.  He showed no signs of resistance so I undid his jeans and opened the fly.  His hard cock strained against his boxers.  I tucked his underwear under his balls and his dick stuck out into the air.  He continued to eat and pretend like I wasn’t there so I went for it.  I put my lips down to the bulbous head and began to nip at it.

As my lips became more lubricated with my spit I licked down to his balls where I could smell his crotch.  It was a musk of sweat from casual, daily routines but was otherwise clean.  I worked on his balls, let his cock rub against the side of my face, my cheek.  My tongue pressed between them until I could taste a saltier flavor, then I worked my way back up his dick.  He had long ago finished eating but it was then that his free hand moved to the back of my head and guided me to the end of his dick.  I took him easily in my mouth, went halfway down on him and I heard him moan.  My own dick strained in my underwear, in my jeans and I wanted to free it.  I could feel it slipping around between my thighs.

I started to get up, push myself away, but he stopped me and pulled me back down until I could feel him in my throat and I began to choke.  Saliva gathered in my mouth and ran from my lips over his balls and into his underwear.  He let me up to breath and as I pulled away a string of spit ran from my lips to his dick.  I looked up to him and he smiled down at me.

“Keep looking up,” he said before pulling me back down.

I tried to look up at him but it was difficult and my gaze was lost as my nose was buried in his pubic hair again.  He knew that I liked it rough.  He knew that I liked a little bit of denial, that’s why he wasn’t letting me attend to myself.  I sucked with everything I had because I knew it wasn’t the last time that night we’d be able to have sex.

He worked my face and I worked his dick until his underwear was wet and cold as it grazed against my chin.  I knew he had stamina and was ready to give up when he told me to get in front of him on my knees.  I did so without question while still trying to keep him in my mouth.  It was almost impossible.  I was ready to start bobbing when he stopped me and pushed me back a little.  I looked up to him with disappointment and fear but was pleased when I realized he did that only to get my shirt off.  He pulled it up over my arms and tossed it aside, set his beer down, and took hold of my head with both hands.  He pulled me back down over his dick.  I surrendered to the feeling.  It was just a few more seconds before he ejaculated into my throat, into my mouth, and then on my face.  My eyes were closed with anticipation as I felt it cover me he laughed a little as it got in my hair and on my left eye.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, “let me get a towel.”

I opened my right eye and laughed with him a little before I went back to his dick and sucked some more to get every last sensation and then I pulled myself away and waited.  He got up from the couch and retrieved a towel.  He wiped the cooled ejaculate from my face and I could finally open both of my eyes.  He pulled off his shirt and invited me to take a shower with him.  I got up to my feet, stripped out of my clothes.  My boxers were stained and gooey.  I left them out a little to breath before taking off my socks.

By the time I made it to his bathroom he was naked.  I took in the sight of his butt and the way his back arched a little extra as if putting his rear end on display.  It wasn’t something that might normally by noticed but naked it was apparent.  It made his stomach stick out a little in front but not in a fat way.  It was a kind of cute deformation.  He raised his eyebrows at me and I just shook my head.

We got inside the shower and cleaned each other and ourselves thoroughly for slightly different reasons.  He liked to be rimmed and I liked to be fucked.  As we were getting out he smacked me on the ass playfully so I hit him back on his ass.  That started a wrestling match between us until we realized how dangerous it was in the bathroom so we moved to the bedroom with a quick run, our cocks flopping about as we laughed.

At the bed he took me from behind and put me in a full-nelson.  I gave in to his strength and rested my body against his.  I knew it wouldn’t be for long because I felt his dick rubbing between my ass cheeks.  He proved me wrong when he pushed me onto the bed and I felt his body pushing down on mine.  His feet went to my ankles and he worked them around until he could pull my legs apart.  His dick more fully in the crack of my ass.  I wanted him.  I maneuvered my face up from the bed to breath and be able to speak.

“I give, I give,” I said.

“Ready to get fucked?” he asked.

He applied tension that made me moan in pain.  He knew I liked it a little rough.  I let him work me for a moment before I spoke again.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready.  I want your dick.  Fuck me.”

He released me and got up to his knees which were on either side of my body.  He grabbed my ass cheeks.  I felt his nails rake my flesh.  He parted them and spat into me.  Spanked them playfully again, once on each cheek, then jiggled them.  My nipples were hard against the bed sheet that I tried to grip in my hands.  I looked over my shoulder and he was rubbing his dick.  He smiled to me.

“Are you going to use protection?” I asked.

“Do you want me to?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You can trust me.  I don’t fuck around, just you and my boyfriend.”

“You have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, kind of, I mean it’s not serious.”

Some part of me wanted to demand he use a condom but I felt worried that he’d lose interest.  I worried that I’d ruin the moment.  How could HIV be here anyway?  I lived in a small town.  He’d have to have fucked someone who fucked someone...

“Just pull out,” I said.

He leaned down over me and kissed at my neck as I turned back to the bed.  We had sex before with and without condoms and I didn’t have anything yet.  He licked down my back, pried apart my cheeks, and licked at my hole.  His tongue worked inside me a little causing a pleasure unlike any other that made me pull on the sheet.  He licked, kissed, and spit until I was lubricated enough to push in one, then two fingers.  I relaxed and let myself open for him, raised my hips from the mattress.  It wasn’t long until he began to press his dick against me.

There was pressure as he held his dick there.  He pushed in a little then pulled out.  He smacked my hole a few times to keep the blood flowing.  I felt him enter me again.  He worked inch by inch back and forth until he was inside of me.  I felt parts of me like I only felt when I was getting fucked.  I could feel the inside of myself and my body were so far apart even though they were the same body.  He worked me until we were both sweating.  He licked at my neck.  We kissed.  But I didn’t get to move to any other position.  He liked me on all fours.

I did my best to play with myself but as he got more into it and was thrusting harder I was barely able to keep myself up.  Finally, he pulled from me and I knew what was next as I felt his ejaculate hit my back I let out a sigh and reached for my own dick.  I jacked it as fast as I could until I orgasmed and shot down onto the sheet.  He lay down against me, kissed me, then rolled off onto his back.  He let out an excited, nervous laugh.  I felt ridiculous there with my ass in the air so I got off the bed and went to the bathroom where I got in the shower.

******
After we fucked a second time I went back into the living room where I poured myself a drink from a bottle of Scotch he kept in a kitchen cabinet and lit a cigarette.  He came out from the bedroom as soon as he smelled it.

“You can’t smoke in here.  Go out on the balcony,” he said.

I poured myself some more, got up, and went out onto the balcony.  It was an old metal topless cage stuck to the side of a building.  It didn’t feel safe but I didn’t have a choice.  I looked around at the other windows, other balconies, and out to the parking lot where I could see cars illuminated by large, overhead bulbs.  In a few places there were red lights inside the car warning burglars of an alarm system.

That night I couldn’t sleep.  I wanted him to take me home but felt stupid for asking.  I spent most of the night on his balcony drinking and smoking in my underwear.  No one saw me.  Eventually I got my books for class and did some homework.  I passed out on his couch with a book on my chest and a shot left in my glass.

I woke up, saw my drink, and downed it.  He was up at nearly the same time but was dressed for class.  He asked if I was going and I told him I didn’t have anything.  He asked if I wanted a lift back to campus and I asked if he’d take me home if I just waited around.  Really, I wanted to drink more.  He said he would take me home when he got back.  I showered, and feeling hungover with no prospects for the day except wait for him to return from class I decided to indulge in my two favorite things.  I made myself a bloody marry and went out on his deck to smoke.  The bloody marry became vodka on the rocks, and eventually just vodka.  I smoked most of my pack.  I was fucked up by the time he got back.  I could tell he didn’t want anything to do with me and suggested he drive me home.

The car ride was pleasant but I was feeling wasted by the time we got to my house.  I didn’t want to show weakness to him so I got out and walked up to the porch using my cane.  He drove away by the time I got to my door.  My parents were at work and the front door was locked.  I reached into my pocket for my keys, fumbled with them and dropped them making a big thud.  I laughed at myself and bent down to pick them up but lost my balance and fell on my ass.  I was enjoying my misfortune when I saw someone at the foot of the steps watching me.

It was Grant.  He didn’t look happy.  He stared at me for a long time and I was about to say something when I stopped myself.  I was feeling too good, everything was moving slow.  I knew if someone recorded me that it would be me who was sluggish.

“Need help?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

He moved to me and squatted, took hold of my armpit and told me I’d have to help him get myself to my feet.  I smiled at him.  He counted to three and I tried but my feet were like squid legs, drunken squid legs.  He let out a sigh and picked up my keys, unlocked the door and pushed it open before he moved back to me.  This time when he squatted he put one arm under my knees and the other at my back.  He lifted me from the ground and stepped into the house.

“We’re like a married couple,” I said.

“Can I just put you on the couch or do you want to go upstairs?”

“Upstairs, upstairs,” I said.

“Do you want me to set you down?”

“No,” I said.

He let out a sigh and adjusted my weight before he continued through the house, up the stairs, and to my room.  I turned the handle of the door to my room and he pushed it with his foot, and carried me to my bed.  He set me down.

“Are you going to be okay?”

I tried to speak but my voice failed me.

“I better roll you onto your stomach,” he said.

He rolled me and I thought about my cigarettes in my breast pocket being squashed under me but there was nothing I could do.  I smiled to myself and everything went black.

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