“Yeah, I hate bars.” He said, positioning himself so that he was more or less snuggled up closer to me. “But I love cock.”
On the screen Carry Grant and the other guy were meeting in the flower market. I felt warm lips kissing the back of my neck and my cock, nestled in my underwear was already pulsing with anticipation. He could feel it, and as his lips touched against my lower earlobe I listened to the small individual clicks of my zipper being pulled down in slow-motion. I imagined being a teenager again, thinking about the friends I used to walk home from school with, who I’d showered with in gym, all the guys with nice bodies that got nicer during wrestling season. I remembered how some of them had had big cocks nestled in beds of thick dark curls, while others had shaved so that their skin was soft and smooth.
I pulled my shirt over my head keeping my eyes on the screen but letting my mind wonder. How many times had any one of them wanted to sneak off? How many of them would have been okay with me asking them to sneak off? Thinking hard about it, probably not many of them had been gay or bi. But imagining them, looking at me, remembering subconsciously looking at them, memorizing their lean torsos, their bouncing cocks in the soapy spray after countless practices—as he tongued a nipple, I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I’d ever had a woman suck on my cock.
I’d been 17 and I’d dated the girl for two years, begging her the whole time before she gave in. I remembered she’d complained about the taste, about how it had felt so half-hearted on her part and how that had made the experience almost pointless. I thought of Nan, her lips kissing down my flat stomach, her tongue darting out to wet a little circle around my navel and then I gasped as I looked down to see this man, this person who’d been a stranger only an hour ago, working his mouth down around the tip of my fully encouraged 8 inch cock.
I helped him push my shorts and boxers down off my hips, his mouth not letting my cock slip from his lips as I sat back down.
I felt fingers caressing my shaven balls and a palm flattening on my chest as I let my fingers wonder into his hair, clutching his scalp making him moan around my cock. On the screen I watched Cary Grant and Grace Kelly walking down the hall together, him opening her door for him, and then she turning to kiss him suddenly without provocation or shame before closing the door.
I felt his mouth leave my cock as his hand moved up to jack me. He laughed.
“I always loved that scene,” he said.
“Me too,” I said.
He looked up at me then. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were in the glow of the T.V. screen. He kissed my abs, keeping his eyes locked with mine. “Thank you,” he said, closing his eyes as he licked slowly down over my flat stomach to lick along the underside of my dick and then back up to take the head between his lips and allowing the whole length to slowly slide down his throat.
My eyes widened as I gripped his shoulder and then I let out an awkward groan as the suction increased and he began pistoning his mouth up and down on my cock sending shivers up through my body. I rubbed his back and closed my eyes as I felt the fingers on my balls move lower and one press lightly against the pucker of my asshole.
I was too far gone in the ecstasy of this man’s mouth and throat to care and then when he pressed inside I gasped and he gripped my thighs and gobbled my cock as I felt hot jizz spurt in rapid long bursts down his hungry hot throat. He swallowed it licking little dollops off the tip of my penis finally before letting his head rest on my thigh, his face turned toward the T.V. screen.
We lay there like that, me with my shorts around my ankles, him fully clothed, his head on my thigh for the rest of the movie. When it ended and the final credits rolled he picked the remote up off the floor where it had fallen when he’d repositioned himself. He flipped off the T.V. and the D.V.D. player.
He went to the back of the apartment where I heard a door open and then the gargling of mouthwash. I stood and pulled up my shorts. There was no mess to clean up. He came back with his shirt half undone, his shaven chest half exposed in the half-light of the room. He picked up his car keys from the counter where he’d ditched them earlier and tossed them to me.
“I’m too wasted.” He said. “Take my car. Bring it back in the morning when the office opens.”
I looked at him, this man who’d just given me a thrilling blow job. I wanted to stay and go at the same time. “You trust me with your car?”
He pointed at the bundle of laundry and my computer still sitting by the door. “Leave that here,” he said. “You can stop by in the morning after you get your keys and give me back mine.”
I nodded. “Which car is yours?”
“It’s in slot 34 out front. Perhaps we can hang out some more when you return the keys,” he walked up and kissed me lightly before whispering in my ear. “I mean, if you’re cool and don’t mind. I loved sucking your cock.”
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I jingled the keys and backed away, smiling. “You’re good,” I said. “See you at 8:15.”
I left taking the steps thoughtfully, turning to watch the light in his bedroom pop on and a shadow play across his blinds. I walked the path to the parking lot beside his building in the complex and pressed the button on the key fob. Lights flashed and there was a little security beep, I walked up to the little British-racing green Solstice. I shook my head at the pretty little machine and climbed in. I had to push the seat back all the way so that my knees weren’t in my ears but when I started it and put the thing in gear I sighed.
I might have asked to stay the night. But I new there would be more to come with soft-mouthed Sandy.
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