“Now I know you’re kidding with me.”
I stood from my seat and stepped closer to Kyle, raised my hand, and smacked him gently on the back of his head.
“Hey!” Kyle complained. “What was that for?”
“Clearly you needed it! Any man who thinks that you are not an Adonis, a deity from the far heavens who walks among us mere mortals, is insane! And you should know that I’ve been hard for you most of the time we’ve been sitting here tonight.” I took advantage of the moment on my feet to discreetly adjust myself a little—as much as I could in a crowded restaurant without attracting a lot of attention.
Kyle sat quietly for a moment, apparently contemplating what he had just heard from his dinner companion. “Wow!” was all he could come up with.
“That’s how I see it from here. Wow!”
Our conversation had kept us completely distracted to that point. For about the fourth time, our waiter approached again to inquire about our dinner selections. Without giving it much thought, we each asked for the daily special that the waiter had described at some point and then sent the man away.
And now that it was quiet with no hovering waiter, neither one of us seemed to know quite what to say to the other! Talk about bad timing. Not knowing what to talk about was something entirely new to us.
I broke the uncomfortable silence. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. I really like you and promise to behave. I really do. I have a lot of acquaintances, but I don’t have lots of friends, and none as great as you seem, so please forgive my forwardness.”
Kyle considered me for a moment before asking, “What would it take to make you promise to misbehave?”
“Excuse me?” I said, confused.
“You said that you promise to behave. I just asked, what would I have to do to make you promise to misbehave?” And the man’s killer smile was back, this time accompanied by a look that could only be called lecherous.
I simply whimpered. “Um, when food comes, can we eat kind of fast and go back to my place or your place and fuck like rabid tree squirrels?”
“I’ve never seen a rabid tree squirrel. Do they hump a lot?”
“When a tree squirrel is in heat, they’ve got nuts the size of pumpkins between their legs. Their nuts are so big that they don’t climb trees because they can’t lift that much weight off the ground.”
“You’re making that up!”
“Of course! But only partly. Tree squirrels do grow gigantic nuts. I don’t know what triggers it or why, but they get huge! I feel sorry for the poor critters because their tiny brains must just be absolutely flooded with testosterone. They do climb trees even though they’re swinging kinda heavy. And once up the tree, they seem to hump just about anything, whether he or she wants it or not.”
“I want it,” Kyle said quietly.
“Let’s go,” I said, but again the gods of timing deserted me. It was just at that moment that our meals were delivered. “Okay. Let’s go in, say, five minutes. I want you so badly that I probably will make a fool of myself when I stand up. Everybody is going to see that I’m sporting some serious wood because of you.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No! I’m dying here, man. I’m with the man who could have substituted for Michelangelo’s David if David had been busy the day Michelangelo needed him. Every time you look at me, every time you lick your lips—those luscious lips. Every time you blink those freaking sexy eyelashes, every time you turn your head and your beautiful hair falls into your eyes and you move it back, my dick throbs a bit harder!”
“Damn, dude! Should you be under a psychiatrist’s care? It sounds like someone needs to medicate the crap out of you. Delusional, man.”
“Oh, shut up!” I said with a smile. “Eat your goddamned food so we can get out of here.”
“And go fuck like tree squirrels.”
“Rabid tree squirrels.”
“Sorry. Rabid tree squirrels. Question: how does rabid tree squirrel sex differ from regular tree squirrel sex?”
“In the frequency and the intensity.”
“You mean I might actually get laid tonight?”
“I think you can count on it. The only question is how many times.”
“Damn! You’ve almost got me believing your delusional rantings.”
I set my fork down and calmly said, “Do you know the people who run this place?”
“Yes. I’ve eaten here a lot over the last couple of years.”
“So would they be offended or upset if I shoved all the dishes off this table and mounted you here?”
Kyle’s eyes went super wide for a few seconds. “Yeah, they probably wouldn’t like that.” He paused. “That’s not to say that I wouldn’t like it.” Another brief pause. “So, my little squirrel, I’m a fairly big tree. You sure you can haul your swollen nuts all the way up to the top?”
“Just try to stop me. I’ll see you once I get up on top.”
“Promise me one thing,” Kyle asked.
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll be patient with me. I haven’t done a lot of dating—ever—and I’m probably not very good at it.”
“Okay. And we’ll fix that while we work on your self-esteem.”
“Okay.”
We both shoveled more food into our faces before calling for the check. I threw some money on the table, hoped it was enough, and said, “You! Come! Now!”
“Awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“On lots of things in life, not so much. On this, absolutely.”
We exited the restaurant, and Kyle asked a perfectly logical question. “Where do you live?”
“Five blocks that way,” I answered, pointing. “You?”
“Six blocks that way,” Kyle said, pointing the other direction. “Yours is closer. Let’s go there.”
I took off at a near run. “Think you can keep up with me, there, big boy?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“I worry. If you don’t keep up with me, it means I’m gonna have to masturbate again, and I’d much prefer fucking you to masturbating. Like, a lot more.”
“Do you need some meds? I’m a doctor, after all. I can prescribe. We can get you started on something tonight.”
“The only thing I want to be on is you. Now pick up the pace!”
“Damn! You’re bossy when you’re horny.”
“Probably so. And since I’m a guy, that means I’m perpetually horny, so that may be why I’ve always been somewhat forceful in my opinions.”
Chapter 5
AT MY building, I used my key to let us into the lobby. The elevator took us up fifteen floors, where I used another key to open the apartment door. Before Kyle even had time to remove his coat, I had the man backed up across the room and pushed down onto a sofa. With no preamble, I simply climbed up on top of the man, and my lips finally made contact with the lips that had tormented me so much yesterday afternoon and evening.
I was like a man possessed. I kissed with a drive and energy that practically sucked the breath out of my companion. My hands made their way under Kyle’s shirt and pushed the offending cloth out of the way so that my fingers could find and tweak those tantalizing nipples. Just like yesterday, they were hard as tacks.
I moved my lips down to first one and then the other nipple, nibbling, licking, biting the two nubs of taut flesh. Oh, yes, I had found the Promised Land! While I pushed Kyle’s shirt off over his shoulders and neck, I never moved my lips from where they worked on Kyle’s nipples.
“I never knew that male nipples could be so incredibly sensitive,” Kyle commented.
I was, after all, charged with teaching him new things, and what better thing to start with than nipples.
My lips returned to Kyle’s lips for another kiss that threatened to suck the fillings right out of his teeth. I tried to lick the back of Kyle’s tonsils, but even my tongue wasn’t quite long enough for that job. Still, I was doing things to Kyle with my
tongue that he seemed to like.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before!”
Without breaking contact, I moved my hands down to untie the drawstring on Kyle’s scrub pants. While my lips distracted him, I wormed my hands inside his pants and then his briefs, wrapping them around a very hard—and large—penis. Damn! Was the man part mule? Holy crap! For a moment I wondered if I had somehow grabbed his leg without realizing it, but no—I had my hands on a penis, just a very large penis.
I dropped my lips back to Kyle’s nipples for a moment before licking a line down to his belly button. While Kyle was seemingly enjoying the feel of my tongue on his taut, muscular belly, I worked the man’s pants down enough to free the monster trapped inside.
Faster than a speeding gay man, my lips were on the head of Kyle’s gorgeous erection, my tongue tracing its way around the head of the beast. With no forewarning, I stretched my mouth as wide as possible and started swallowing some of the shaft. Part of the move had been to lubricate the monster with saliva so there would be less friction. On that I was succeeding, since I was drooling like a madman and it was dripping down the shaft of his erection.
My lips descended toward the base once again, going a little farther this time. Back up. More tongue action on the head. Down once again—deeper this time. Kyle gasped. I was trying my damnedest to give the man the blowjob of his life.
Up. Lick. Down. Throat. Oh, sweet Jesus! Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt me suck him fully into my throat. But I was not finished yet. No, not by a long shot. On my next descent, I managed to get the entire monster trapped inside my mouth and throat. And that was about where Kyle started to lose it.
I felt the man’s testicles tighten, pulling up close to his body, and his erection prepared to do what men’s erections have been doing for thousands of years. With my lips locked firmly around the base of Kyle’s dick, even though it meant I couldn’t breathe, I held still and brought the man to orgasm with the muscles of my throat.
He might have started out trying to say something in the English language, but all that came across from Kyle was a garbled scream. The man thrashed, bucked, gasped, held his breath, breathed deep, and then did it all again. His hands found their way to the back of my head, grasping, caressing, and holding.
When Kyle’s orgasm had slowed to a mere trickle, I desperately needed to be able to breathe, so I lifted my head, releasing the man’s spent erection. Already the monster was shrinking from rock hard to simply long and swollen. It was still intimidating even as it lost a little of its fight.
I gently worked the giant a little more with my mouth, not to arouse but simply to say thank you. Finally I lifted my head completely, kissing the head of Kyle’s dick in farewell before crawling back up to lie next to the seemingly boneless man next to me.
“Holy sweet fucking Jesus!” Kyle muttered.
“Is that good?” I asked.
“Is that good? Oh yeah, that’s good. Doesn’t get much better than that. Where did you ever learn to do that? I’ve never felt anything quite so phenomenal in my life!”
“You just hadn’t met me yet.”
“Well, thank God I have now. I can die a happy man.”
“Not so fast. I haven’t fucked you yet. I’m not even that good at oral. Fucking is where my skills really show through.”
Kyle held up his hand and said, “Must rest first and get my heart rate back to the normal range.”
“Okay,” I said with what was hopefully a mischievous look on my face.
“Should I be worried?”
“Probably.”
I pulled Kyle to his feet and removed the man’s shoes, socks, and scrub pants so that he was standing naked in the middle of the living room. I took one step back and simply said an appraising, “Oh yes, there really is a God.”
I reached out my hand, took Kyle’s, and guided the man to the bedroom, where I pushed him backward onto the bed and crawled on top of him once again and locked our lips together, albeit a little more slowly and gently this time.
“Clothes,” Kyle muttered.
“Huh?” I asked.
“Clothes. You’ve got too many. Want you naked.”
I rolled over onto my side, facing Kyle, and looked up with an innocent smile. “You want ’em off, you’ve got to help me.” I batted my eyelashes in a positively sultry move that brought Kyle up to his knees to start unbuttoning my shirt. He unbuckled my belt, pulled off my shoes and socks, and then removed my pants and briefs in one efficient move.
“Oh, yeah!” he said as he caught sight of his naked bedmate.
“Fuck, man! You are hot!”
“Shut up and kiss me!” he ordered.
Kyle lay on top of me, one hand behind my head, as he let his libido take control of the moment. He spread his legs and sat up so that he could look down at me. He lay beside me and put his head on my chest and purred in contentment. He closed his eyes, presumably to savor the moment… and then he fell asleep. I wanted to wake the guy and fuck him senseless but wasn’t sure if I should or not. The guy had said he’d worked a twelve-hour shift. Back-to-back twelve-hour shifts, actually.
While Kyle slept, I lay next to him, stroking his beautiful head, savoring the feel of the gentle giant next to me. All the while the debate between my logical upper brain wrestled with my bad-boy lower brain. The bad-boy brain wanted to just wake the guy up and do the deed; the good-boy higher brain wanted to be caring and enjoy the quiet together.
About an hour after he’d fallen asleep, Kyle stirred and slowly refocused on where he was. He looked at his watch—never a good sign when you’re in bed with a guy for the first time.
“Damn!” he said in appraisal as he looked at me. “I can’t tell you how much I want you.”
“So shut up and get back here,” I ordered.
“I want to so badly.”
“But…?”
“I’m so sorry, but I have to be back in the ER at 7:00 a.m., and I worked a twelve-hour shift today. I want to do nothing more than fuck for hours, but I need to get some sleep or I’m likely to screw up big-time tomorrow and kill somebody.”
It was now my turn to whimper.
“I know,” Kyle muttered. “I’m a real shit for treating you this way. I want our first time to be really special and not rushed.”
“It seemed pretty special to me when you had your dick down my throat a while ago,” I said with a slightly snarky attitude. Okay, maybe a little more than slight.
“I know. Please. I’m begging you. Please. Don’t be mad at me.”
Picturing the car wreck on the freeway with mangled bodies, mayhem, blood, and gore—the same one that had saved me at the gym the previous day—I somehow got my pissed-off attitude under control. I jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom for a minute where I peed and put on a pair of running shorts.
Ever the good host, I asked, “You want to shower before you go? Bathroom’s in there.”
“Do I have to go?”
“Yeah. Probably should. I can’t be held accountable for the safety of your ass if you stay.”
“Can I hold you to that promise?”
“I’ll think about it.” I was pissed. The man was leaving me high and dry—literally! A decent trick would at least reciprocate before running out the door. A decent trick would make sure that his fuck buddy didn’t have an erection that could be used to bat baseballs out of the park on opening day before he left.
Kyle rose from the bed, collected his clothing, re-dressed, and tried to kiss me good-bye. I wasn’t in the mood.
“I’m so sorry. My schedule is a real ballbuster. This is my third round of twelve hours on, twelve hours off. Tomorrow and then one more twelve-hour shift, and then I’m off for four days in a row. I really, really, really want to make it up to you if you’ll let me. Please?” he practically begged.
“Call me” was all I could answer.
“You’re mad.”
“Yes!” I yelled in frustratio
n.
“You have every right to be mad.”
“You would probably be safe in saying that I’m not exactly my happiest at the moment.”
Kyle leaned over, planted a toe-tingling kiss on my angry lips, and then stepped back. “Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. I haven’t had a lot of sex, but I’ve had enough to know that sex with you was fucking fantastic. And I want more. And I demand equal time to repay you for the best orgasm of my life.”
“You don’t need to pay me. I’m not a whore or something like that.” Oh, clearly still a bit of anger lingered.
Kyle took a step back, stung a bit by the harsh words. “No. I didn’t mean—”
“Good night, Kyle. Thanks for coming… over. Thanks for coming over. Sleep tight,” I said as I guided the man to and then through the door. Without a look back after I closed the door, I walked across the room, picked up a newspaper from the coffee table, and threw it with enough energy to scatter the thing all over the room in dozens of pieces. “Aaarrgghhhh!” I growled in fury.
“I fucking knew it!” I shouted to the empty room. “I knew it was too good to be true. All men are scum! Even the ones who look like that.” I was so pissed. I kicked a piece of the newspaper that was in my way. I paced a bit before grabbing a cold beer from the refrigerator. Maybe I should get drunk. Maybe that would help. But I knew that getting drunk didn’t solve anything.
I was still awake at 2:00 a.m., my anger a little tamped down by that point. I crawled into bed at two thirty ready to sleep, only to notice that I could still smell Kyle on the sheets of my bed. A new wave of sadness washed over me to replace the anger from earlier. Had it been earlier in the evening, I would have gotten up and changed the sheets, but as it was, I wasn’t gonna get much sleep anyway, and I knew that getting up to go to work in the morning would be a royal bitch.
“Thank you for that, dickhead,” I said aloud as I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.
Chapter 6
FOUR hours later my alarm went off, pulling me from a deep sleep. Waking off-cycle was never a good thing, especially when it capped off a night of too little sleep. I hauled myself into the kitchen and made a cup of extra-strong coffee—and nearly fell asleep standing at the counter while I waited for it to brew. I desperately needed caffeine, so I took a quick gulp of the hot black liquid. “Fuck,” I spit out when I tried to drink too much too fast and burned the hell out of my mouth. “Son of a fucking cunt!” I swore at the pain. Okay. So much for coffee.
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