by Ethan Stone
I took a sip and winced, remembering why I didn’t get Screwdrivers from clubs. The orange juice they used was always bitter. I could make much better ones at home, but I didn’t drink often. Leaning my head against the wall, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Is this a mistake?
I certainly wasn’t feeling any better at the club than I had at my place. After another gulp of the drink, I knew there was no way I could finish it. Definitely time to leave.
A young man exited the restroom across from me and his smile caught my attention. I recognized his gorgeous green eyes and blond hair immediately.
“Mr. Jacobsen?” I asked.
He looked at me with half-closed eyes. “Do I know you?”
Chuckling, I said, “Imagine me in a large black robe.”
He scrunched his eyes together for a moment before they widened. “Judge Rosen?”
“Outside of the courtroom, people call me Shawn.”
“What are you doing here?” Jody asked.
I cocked a single eyebrow. “Probably the same thing as you.”
“Are you…?”
“Gay,” I finished for him. “Yeah. Does that surprise you?”
“Well, yes.”
“What, judges can’t be queer?”
He walked over so that he stood right in front of me and leaned against the pool table. “Of course they can. You just didn’t look gay.”
“I didn’t realize we had to all look the same.”
Jody blushed. “Okay, that was a stupid thing to say.” He sat in the chair across from me. “Having fun tonight?”
“Not really.” I shrugged. “Not really my scene.”
“This place is full of twinks tonight, but that’s normal for a Friday. It’s a bit more varied on other nights. I like to come on Karaoke night so I can make a fool of myself.”
“Are you a good singer?” I asked.
He grinned. “Not at all. But I have fun and that’s all that matters to me.”
“I don’t think I could do that,” I admitted.
“You get up in front of strangers every day.” Jody reached his arm across the table and ran his fingers up my arm.
The contact sent shivers through my body.
Is he coming on to me?
It had been so long that I couldn’t tell the difference between flirting and making conversation.
“That’s different,” I said. “I’m in charge in the courtroom.”
“You can be in charge on the dance floor too, Shawn.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “So, tell me, is it okay for us to be talking?”
“You mean because of the court case?”
He nodded.
“If I was barred from speaking to anyone who ever came into my court, it would be difficult to speak to anybody. Besides, right now, we’re just chatting. If we do anything else and Mrs. Gioberti sues you again, I wouldn’t be able to hear the case.”
“I have no plans to see you in court again, so let’s dance.” Still holding my hand, Jody stood and pulled me to my feet. He ignored my protests and dragged me onto the dance floor.
I wasn’t exactly up to date with the latest dances or how I was supposed to move to the mashup songs blaring over the speakers. It turned out to not really matter since everyone seemed to be gyrating to their own rhythms. Jody drew me against his body, and I got a good whiff of his masculine scent of cologne and sweat.
Pressed up against Jody, I did my best to move with him. It was exciting to have him touching me and my cock hardened. Jody noticed my erection and caressed it as he smiled down at me.
“You having fun, Shawn?”
“What do you think?”
“Feels like you’re very excited. Is that because of me?”
His forwardness was shocking but refreshing. “Yeah, it’s definitely you doing that to me.”
“You are so hot.” He bent down and nibbled on my earlobe, making me shiver. “You fucking turn me on so much. I was attracted to you in court. It’s one of the reasons I was so embarrassed talking about…”
“About your odd noises?”
He laughed loudly.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been attracted this much to a guy,” I admitted.
Jody grinned. “Thanks for the compliment.”
Feeling emboldened, I went for it. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in coming over to my place?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Let’s go.” He hauled me off the dance floor and outside. “Where’s your car? I’ll follow you.”
“The black Fusion.” I pointed to my hybrid.
“I’m the ugly brown 1980 Nova,” Jody replied. “I’ll be right behind you.”
On the drive back to my place, I kept glancing in my rear-view mirror, making sure Jody was still there. I was half-afraid he would change his mind and ditch me, but he stayed directly behind me until we pulled into my driveway.
“This is a nice place,” Jody said when he got out.
“Thanks.”
I unlocked the door and Jody pushed me inside, attacking my mouth with his right away. My lust took me by surprise. It had been so long—so very long.
“Gawd, you’re gorgeous,” Jody whispered. He tore my shirt off then put his lips on a nipple. Jody licked feverishly and even nibbled on it once or twice.
I was pressed up against the wall, my hands planted against it. Unsure what to do, I let him have at it for a minute. The sensations were more foreign than they should’ve been.
How can I have forgotten what passion feels like?
He licked down my chest as he knelt then buried his face in my crotch. My hard cock pointed upward, and the head poked out the top of my underwear and the waistband of my jeans. Jody extended his tongue and lapped up a bead of pre-cum.
“Fuck, you taste good, Shawn. I can’t wait to have your whole dick in my mouth.”
His dirty talk almost made me shoot right then and there. Leisurely, he lowered the zipper and my dick popped free. I looked down at him as he glanced up and neither of us broke eye contact as he opened his mouth and took my length in.
For the first time in years, I was having my dick sucked. And for the first time in more than twenty years, it wasn’t Scott. As Jody’s lips closed around the shaft, I moaned loudly. It didn’t seem possible, but I had pretty much forgotten what a good blow job felt like.
And there was no doubt this was an amazing one.
“Oh, fuck.” I put my hands on Jody’s head and pushed into his mouth before pulling back, afraid of gagging him. Scott hadn’t shied away from oral sex, but he hadn’t liked it even slightly rough. Definitely no mouth fucking.
“Uh uh,” Jody mumbled, his mouth still full of cock, then grabbed my ass with both hands and swallowed a couple more inches.
Apparently, he wasn’t worried about gagging because even with all of my shaft down his throat, he didn’t even slightly choke. Taking his cues, I followed my desires and shoved my dick into his mouth. Before long, I was mouth fucking him roughly, and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I repeated the curse word like a mantra. “Jody, it’s been a long time. I’m gonna…oh fuck, oh fuck. I can’t…”
My body stiffened and for a moment, I had no control. My shaft pulsed as I shot into Jody’s mouth again and again. With the orgasm finally completed, I had to lean against the wall to stay upright.
Jody leaned back on his haunches and gazed up at me, grinning. “That was hot.”
“It was?”
He furrowed his brow. “You don’t agree?”
“Well, of course I agree. But I was afraid it wasn’t as much fun for you. I mean, I came pretty quickly.”
“Like a virgin on prom night.”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking until he cracked a smile. “Sorry about that.”
He stood and kissed me on the cheek. “I loved that I could turn you on that much. Trust me. I didn’t mind at all.”
“I haven’
t had sex for a long time,” I admitted. “A very long time.”
“What, a month?”
I snorted. “Longer.”
His eyes widened. “Several months?”
“Three years.”
“Oh. My. God. Three fucking years?”
I nodded.
“How did you do that? I go insane when it’s a few weeks. I jack off all the time, but I enjoy sex so much. It’s definitely an addiction.”
“With as much as you get it, I would’ve thought I wouldn’t be anything special.”
Jody shook his head. “You’re fucking hot, Shawn. Older but not ancient and still in amazing shape. And your dark skin is so fucking sexy.”
“Thanks. My mama’s family is from Spain. I definitely got my complexion from her. My dad had lily white skin.”
“Your body hair is nice, too. I like a man who doesn’t shave.”
I’d heard about the manscaping fad, but neither I nor Scott had done it. “You don’t shave?”
“Not all of me. I trim my pubes and like clean-shaven balls, but I don’t touch my chest hair.” He lifted up his T-shirt and showed me a chest with a light coating of blond fur and a very nice set of abs.
I ran a hand down it and my cock went from flaccid to rock-hard faster than it ever had. “Are we going to…do anything else?”
Jody chuckled. “I certainly hope so. Do you like anal sex? I top more often but I’m fine with bottoming as well. Really, whatever you want to do is okay with me. Well, not anything, I don’t do watersports or anything nasty like that.” He shrugged. “I do have a few kinks, but we don’t need to discuss those. Not right now, anyway.”
“I usually bottom,” I said, stopping his rambling. “I’d like to do that with you. But like I said, it’s been a while. I’ll need a little more…prep work than other guys.”
“You mean I might need to clean the cobwebs before going down on you?”
A loud snort of laughter escaped from my mouth. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Why don’t you show me to the bedroom?” he asked as he took my hand.
As soon as we were in my room, he stripped off his remaining clothes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was gorgeous. Hard and soft at the same time. I couldn’t wait to have his cock in me.
“Shit!”
“Something wrong?” He looked himself over. “I don’t have a weird birthmark no one told me about, do I?”
I shook my head. “No, your body is fine.”
“Just fine?” He waggled his eyebrows.
“More than fine, Jody. Definitely more than fine.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t have any condoms,” I admitted. “I wasn’t really expecting this to happen.”
Jody laughed, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a condom. “I keep protection in my car, just in case.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I want you so much. Waiting would be hell.”
“Get on the bed on all fours. I can’t wait to have that nice ass of yours wrapped around my dick. I have a feeling it’s gonna be really fucking tight.”
His words made me shiver, and I did as instructed. Moments later, I gasped when his wet tongue pressed against my hole. “Ohmygod!”
With his face still between my cheeks, Jody chuckled before resuming the torturous assault on me. The licking nearly drove me insane. I craved his cock in me, but I didn’t want him to stop the incredible rim job either. He kneaded my flesh and tongue-fucked me, sending blissful shocks throughout my body. My dick leaked like it hadn’t for a long time. Each time I attempted to stroke myself, Jody pushed my hand away.
Finally, I gave up, put my head on the pillow and allowed Jody to do as he wished. He licked down my ass to my balls and even pulled my shaft back so he could suck on it.
I wasn’t expecting it when he penetrated me with a finger, but it was better that way. If I’d known it was coming, I would’ve gotten nervous and tightened up.
“That’s it, Shawn,” Jody murmured. “Just relax. I’ve got you. Let me get you ready.”
Attempting to speak, I babbled something incoherent then put my head back down. Jody giggled at my nonsense then pressed the digit deeper and found that sweet spot in a man’s body that could make even the straightest dude go crazy.
“Ohhhh, yeah,” I moaned.
“Like that, Shawn? Does it feel good?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good,” he replied. “I like it too.” He rubbed the prostate a few times and almost made me come again.
“Christ, Jody. I want you to fuck me. I need it. Please, just…just do it.”
“Normally I’d tell you to be patient, but I can’t wait any longer either.” He removed his finger from my hole. “Where’s your lube?”
I flattened on the bed and reached under it. I’d dropped the bottle on the floor the last time I’d jacked off. After returning with the slick, I flipped the lid and poured some onto my hand before handing it back to Jody. I rubbed the lube on my ass then pushed a finger in.
“Oh, wow, that’s hot,” Jody mumbled. “Yeah, get yourself ready for me.”
Looking back, I watched Jody slide the rubber down his shaft. His eyes met mine and he asked, “You ready?”
I answered with a nod, then put my head back on the pillow and tried not to tense up. Being fucked was going to hurt, especially since it had been so long since the last time, but relaxing could make it much easier and better.
He slid his dick between my ass cheeks and pressed against my hole. Jody pushed first gently then harder, not letting the resistance stop him. Suddenly, my body finally gave in and Jody penetrated me.
“Oh. My. God!” I cried out, louder than I’d meant to.
“Relax, Shawn,” he spoke softly and put a hand on my back. “Take a deep breath.”
I sucked in air then slowly exhaled. The tension faded, the ache eased, and the pleasure magnified. Oh, damn did it magnify.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” Jody murmured. “You feel amazing.”
The pain faded further as I took slow, deliberate breaths. Fuck, it felt amazing to just have a man in me. I’d almost forgotten what a good pounding felt like. Sex with Scott had become rote, the same every time and mechanical in nature.
Jody slipped in deeper and his dick rubbed my gland. Hot, electric volts charged through my body.
“Oh, hell, yes!”
“Jesus mother fucking Christ, Shawn, you feel incredible.” Jody massaged my back as he drove all the way in. “I haven’t had a hole like this ever.”
“Fuck me, Jody. Pound me, please. I want to feel it.”
Jody pulled almost all the way out then plunged forward, ramming me hard. He took me forcefully, and I loved every second of it. After wrapping my fingers around my shaft, I began to stroke. It didn’t take long before the orgasm took over and I shot big streams of cum all over the bed.
Moments later, Jody grunted, thrust in one last time, and emptied his load into the condom.
I lost all strength in my body and collapsed onto the bed. Jody lay on top of me for a moment before sliding off.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
Rolling over, I watched him enter the attached bathroom. The water ran for a moment and he returned after having washed up, I assumed. I’d half-expected him to bring a warm cloth for me but that sort of thing happened only in romance novels. I cleaned up in the bathroom and when I returned to the bed, Jody was snoring softly. I snuggled up against him and fell asleep.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER, I WOKE up to an empty bed. “Jody?”
No answer. I checked the bathroom, then the rest of the house before looking out of the front window. Jody’s car was gone. He’d snuck out without saying goodbye or exchanging phone numbers.
The amazing experience hadn’t been more than a random hook-up—a one-off. That bothered me even though it wasn’t like Jody had made false promises. I hadn’t expected a long-term relationship, but I thought we might
at least see each other more than once.
I returned to bed alone and went back to sleep easily.
CHAPTER THREE
I TRIED TO KEEP BUSY on Saturday morning, not only so I wouldn’t think about Jody but also because I couldn’t wait to see my daughter. I’d seen her recently, but it always felt too long between visits.
Gabrielle finally arrived around twelve-thirty and I dashed to the front door when I heard it open.
“Pops!” she shrieked.
I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. We embraced for several minutes, and I held back the tears. She had been a major part of my old life with Scott. Her not being my biological daughter had never mattered in the slightest. Scott being a single father hadn’t scared me off at all when we’d first met. Gabrielle going off to college had been hard, and the split had happened shortly afterward. Sometimes I wasn’t sure how I’d survived that much turmoil.
Finally breaking away, I said, “Come sit down and tell me all about college.”
We flopped down on the couch, and she regaled me with tales about school and her friends in Seattle. Eventually, we got around to the subject of my ex.
“How’s your father doing?” I asked.
She sighed and leaned back. “He’s dating.”
THAT STATEMENT HIT ME LIKE a fist to my gut. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Most people wouldn’t wait two years to date again like I had. Scott deserved to be happy.
“His name’s Hadley.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s a little bit younger, but I don’t like him.”
“Why not?”
“He thinks he’s funny and he’s not. He dyes his hair this stupid shade of blue. He just isn’t right for Dad.”
“Because he’s not me? Sweetie, I hope you’re not holding out hope that there’ll be a reconciliation.”
She avoided the question by changing the subject. “I talked to Jocelyn the other day. Uncle Frank invited us over for dinner,” Gabrielle said. “I told him we’d be there.”
Frank was my brother, and he was three years younger than me. He and his wife, Tammy, were my closest friends. Their daughter Jocelyn was a senior in high school. She and Gabrielle had been friends growing up.
