by Sky McCoy
“Songs have stories, and so do people who fall in love,” Phillip once said, when I thought he loved me, and I’d loved him.
The local security for Phillip’s building had made a pass once or twice. I thought this made the third time. I glanced up and watched at Phillip’s partner looking down on the street, and I understood after getting a hold on myself, that he’d been the one to call security. The police would be the next to cruise the area, so I started up the car and drove away.
I arrived home a half-hour later and rushed into the shower. It must have been about four or five o’clock when I stepped out of the shower, sober, looking for someone to call. I thumbed through my phone, and still nothing from Jeremy.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I mumbled. I poured myself a glass of vodka and added two ice cubes. When I’d drunk all of the liquor, when the heat from the drink passed through my system, I felt better.
Still searching my phone to find someone to talk to, I came across a friend I’d known for years—Greg.
“How are you, Greg?”
“Who is this and what time is it?” he whined into the phone.
“What do you mean who is this? It’s Dorian. You know, your friend.”
“Friends don’t wait until they have problems to call, or wait until this ungodly hour of the morning to disturb them when they’re sleeping with their partner.”
We used to call each other when we had men problems, but I hadn’t called Greg in a few months. He should have remembered me since we’d spoken on FaceTime almost every day after he lost his boyfriend, and Phillip walked out on me, or was it me who left him? As the story evolved I couldn’t tell the difference. Phillip said I left him, but it was him fucking that animal doctor, Kevorkian. I knew his name was Eric, but it suited me to call him that. Somehow it made me feel better.
“You have a partner, Greg? I didn’t know.”
“How would you? You haven’t returned my texts or called me in six months.”
“Has it been that long? I must have been busy.”
“I was busy too, getting married, and I texted and called you, but you never returned my calls.”
“I’m sorry, Greg. I’ll try to do better next time... Look, I need a friend.”
“I don’t need you now. What is it? And make it fast because I have to get my beauty rest.” Greg wasn’t a beauty, but he was reliable and cute. Some men liked that in a man, but I didn’t. I liked my men arrogant, egotistical, self-centered, a real narcissistic prick. Those were not the qualities for a stable relationship.
A stable relationship was what I craved, but it would escape me because of my choice in men—Phillip, and now, Jeremy Westbrook.
And because of my choice of men, I’d come to the realization that I would be alone. I poured another drink and said to Greg, “I have to go.” The phone went silent and I turned it off. It was enough watching it all night, hoping that prick would call and apologize for standing me up.
Feeling sleepy I headed for the bedroom until I heard a buzzer at the door. We had security, but no doorman like at Phillip’s expensive condo. I strode to the door and peered through the peephole.
“Oh fuck me. That egotistical prick is standing at my door,” I murmured quietly. What the fuck do I do now?
You know you want him, if just to tell him no and fuck you!
I opened the door. He was leaning against the doorjamb, his hair wet, his shirt damp and the rest of him looked in disarray. His dark thick hair wild from his fingers raking through it too many times. The rain had had its way with him. I wished it had been me.
I glanced up at the tall handsome man standing in my doorway, with ruffled hair, unhappy blue eyes, and I became breathless.
I wasn’t completely under his spell, though. He had made it known that he was straight, so what was he doing at my door at five in the morning?
“What do you want, Jeremy?” I barked.
“Can I come in? I want to apologize for not calling you, but I had an emergency.” I stood to the side, because I wanted to hear yet another story I’d heard from men like him over the years—even the very man I thought would never lie to me, when he’d fucked around with his doctor, had told me a terrible lie.
When Jeremy walked in looking around, he headed to the table where I’d left the Scotch and then turned to me. “Can I have a drink?”
“Sure. What’s your problem? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” I joked. He turned to me and flashed a pair of bright blue serious-looking eyes, reached and poured himself a drink, then drank it straight before I could walk to the fridge to get ice cubes.
“I need someone to talk to,” he mumbled, after turning to face me.
“Friends are for that. Family is for that. As you see, I’m neither.” He narrowed his forehead and furrowed his brow at the mention of family. “Your fiancée, what’s her name Annalisa, is for that.” He turned and poured another drink. “I’m not a friend, family, nor fiancée or lover. Now what is it that you want?”
Jeremy drank the liquor and walked to face me. “What were you doing?”
“Taking a shower,” I said.
“I don’t mean that. Did you masturbate tonight?” My mouth opened wide at the sound of his voice and the way he questioned me? Why would he ask me something like that? He’d caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say.
“That’s none of your fucking business, and no, as if you’d think I would masturbate because of you.” He placed his palm to my chest as I stood in front of the couch, then with his large hand he pushed me down on it. I lay back and furrowed my brow in surprise.
“Is this why you came to my house at this time of night. You want to fuck me?” I growled as I looked up at his handsome face. “Then you’re out of luck.”
“I didn’t come here to fuck you. And I didn’t come for you to fuck me. I’m straight.”
His blue eyes dilated and I knew he’d been aroused by me. There was no fucking way he was straight.
“If you want to lie to yourself, far be it for me to save you from yourself.” Then he did something surprising. He went to his knees in front of me, placed his palms to rest on my thighs and then pushed and opened my legs. I tried to move away, but his strong arms held my legs in place. Reaching for the tie on my robe, he quickly untied it, causing my robe to open and expose my hard cock.
He stared down at my waiting, needy cock, and then his eyes lifted to meet mine. He quickly swiped his tongue over his lip. “I like seeing you like this. Your body is smooth and beautiful. You take care of it.” Jeremy looked down at my length once more, smiled for the first time tonight and then his eyes lifted to my mouth and taut nipples. “Was your body always that hairless?”
“Pretty much. Don’t tell me you came to do an analysis and survey of my skin. If I remember correctly, the census doesn’t start until next year, and that isn’t on the questionnaire.”
His eyes wavered to my hair, my face, my lips, then his breathing accelerated, and I watched his half-lidded sexy eyes stare at my chest.
He looked so fucking sexy drunk, the way he smiled at me, and his eyes lightened and his pupils dilated. However, there was something bothering him, but I didn’t know what, and from my smartass words, he probably wouldn’t tell me anything now.
Jeremy placed his hands on my legs pulling them apart, then he looked up at me like a child in a candy shop, “Can I taste you?”
Oh fuck me. Did I just hear him ask to give me a blowjob?
I opened my mouth to ask him, and he leaned up, his tongue split my lips, then he was sucking on them, grazing his teeth along my bottom lip as he locked eyes with me. I sat there not wanting to make the first move, but I had to because my cock was so hard, it thumped against his muscular chest.
“You need to take your shirt and jacket off before you have my cum all over it,” I said, hardly able to breathe out of my mouth.
“I don’t care. I want your cum smeared all over me,” he growled, with each kiss to my m
outh. Then, he took my length in his hand and stroked slow, as his tongue entwined with mine, and our breaths mingled. I moaned into his mouth as he groaned into mine. I bit his lip. He took my mouth hard and painful, as he stroked my dick from the base to its head, his fist covered with my warm pre-cum leaking from the slit.
Pulling away from his scorching hot kiss, I shouted, “Wait, what are you doing? You say that you aren’t gay. And now you’re in my place getting me hot, and I don’t know where this will lead.”
“Why are you thinking about where this will lead? Nowhere in the future, but tonight is all we have, and I want to suck your cock. I want to lose myself with you.” Jeremy held my length tight within his fist as he placed his warm lips on my taut nipple, sucking hard, pulling it with his teeth. I reached out and wrapped my hand around a section of his hair, clenching and tugging his dark thick strands. After he released his mouth from my right nipple and moved his head, he aimed his mouth to suck the left one. I yanked his hair and brought his face up to look at me.
Our eyes locked and I knew I wanted this man, but not this way. “I want someone for me. Like me. I mean a gay man. I don’t want a man who pretends he’s straight, and then when he can’t get his cock hard for a woman, he decides to go slumming.”
“You talk too fucking much.” And he placed his palm on my chest and pushed me back, leaned over me, trailing his tongue from my mouth to the side of my face where he sucked it softly, then kissed my lips again as if savoring every pore on my skin. Jeremy moved down to my groin. He clenched my hips with his fingers, his mouth covered my stomach with soft kisses, and then I felt the warmth of his breath. He licked my pubic hair with his tongue, before aiming my waiting cock into his mouth.
His lovemaking was hot and dirty, and I could only tighten my hands around his shoulders as he took my cock down his throat. My heavy breathing turned into loud murmurs, “Yes. Yes.” Then, to full moans and groans, while tightening my hands on his shoulders. I swore I’d buried my fingers through his shirt and into his skin.
I didn’t know what to do or think at this moment. I’d wanted this from him the first time I saw his handsome face, and to be pleasured like this with no promise of more, I decided to take his advice.
“We only have today,” he’d said to me earlier.
This man had driven me insane, my balls tightened, and if he hadn’t put my throbbing cock into his mouth, I would have done it myself. He aimed his seductive eyes upward, I looked down on his beautiful blue, begging and needy eyes, he leaned back, pulling away, that’s when his mouth slid down slow and easy as he ran his tongue over the head of my cock, then inserted the tip in the slit of my cockhead, teasing it before I pushed my length into his waiting mouth.
He held my balls with one hand, then he pulled his mouth away once more and slid his tongue up the underside, and then his mouth captured my hard length and swallowed it down his throat, leaving me begging him for release.
Holy shit! He can suck cock, I thought. My eyes half-lidded rolled back and I closed them, enjoying the feeling. I snapped my eyes open again, because I needed to look at the one man who I never expected would be so open, and so dirty, down on his knees with my cock in his mouth. I’d thought it would be me one day begging to suck his cock.
I sat there puzzled, unable to move, but the tingling of my balls and the swelling of my cock awakened me when he opened his mouth over my length and took it down his throat again, but this time he aimed two fingers at my mouth, and I sucked them as he sucked me hard. He pulled his fingers out and I felt them probing my hole, and then inserting them through my tight ring.
His warm tight mouth released my length, then he skimmed his tongue on the underside of my cock and up to its head as he worked his fingers inside me hitting my prostate. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer, then pushed my cock in his mouth as far as it would go.
“Oh yeah, suck me. Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” I yelled. He cupped my balls and I drove my cock down his throat again and again, and he moaned, but it was one of pleasure. “Should I cum in your mouth? I’m ready,” I warned. I didn’t know if he wanted me to. I didn’t want to displease him, especially since I didn’t expect this from him anyway. I didn’t know if he wanted something else from me, but he didn’t say anything. He just went on driving me crazy with his mouth, tongue, and fingers.
Who would have thought that this man—who’d earlier had a fiancée with her talking of marriage, and him being adamant about being straight—would be at my door, and I’d be fucking his mouth this morning?
Well wonders never ceased. He pulled out just when I was ready to shoot my load, “Cum in my mouth, on my face, I don’t care. Do what makes you happy. I’m here to satisfy you,” Jeremy moaned.
Then Jeremy with his fist still holding on to my cock aimed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and sucked me off. I reached for his hair, and held it tight in my fist as I lost control, partly because it was so good, and partly because it was Jeremy Westbrook, this incredible handsome man on his knees giving me a blowjob, driving me through my crisis, and to the best orgasm of my life, because it was with a man I’d been waiting for my whole life—Jeremy Westbrook.
Chapter 12
Jeremy
I sat back on my knees, breathing hard, gazing up at Dorian’s beautiful face. How perfect I thought. Why haven’t I met him earlier? I questioned. His green eyes locked on mine, and I wished I knew what he thought of me, but ohhh, I could guess. There was a smirk on that handsome face and the way he raised that one eyebrow, bit his lips, and those dimples were so cute, I wished I could suck them, but I’d settled for kissing them instead.
He lay back on the sofa, his legs wide, and his chest moving to a rhythm, up and down. His fist wrapped around his cock, and he was holding it as if I’d stolen it and he’d finally got his precious dick back from the thief. He was probably right to hold on to it. It was magnificent. The right length, not too long, and not too thick.
I’d want his length inside of me, if I was a bottom. I didn’t know if he was a bottom and now wasn’t the time, especially since I didn’t plan on having the kind of sex I craved. I couldn’t see myself bottoming for anyone. Maybe that was why I was still with Annalisa and had only a few encounters along the way. That was the only way I’d rationalized that I was straight. I couldn’t go and fuck that up now. Now that I had a child to take care of. I needed a woman to help me raise my daughter.
I had enjoyed sucking Dorian’s cock, and I didn’t know how much until now. I’d taken complete control of Dorian’s length, milking it of his warm salty cum.
Dorian’s expression changed and now he was wearing an inquisitive look in his eyes. A strange glare filled his green eyes. I didn’t care what he thought of me now. I didn’t care about anything. I just cared about the warmth and pleasure I’d brought to Dorian, and the moments of peace I’d gotten by being on my knees with his cock inside my mouth.
I was cold when I should have been hot, because last night was the worst day of my life, and I was here with Dorian, because I needed to feel something besides overwhelming sadness. I needed to forget what happened to Lindsey and Carter’s fragile life together. This was the only way I could get this out of my headspace for a few minutes.
Any other time maybe I would have cared that someone thought I was gay. Any other time it would have bothered me that I’d showed up at a man’s house and asked to suck his cock, and did.
I was just a stranger to Dorian, who I’d been determined to convince that I wasn’t gay, but no more, because that had been settled. The minute I went to my knees and placed his cock in my mouth, I couldn’t claim that anymore.
Who went to a stranger’s house at an ungodly time of the morning, almost breaking his door down, then ended up on their knees with a man’s cock in his mouth, and had the audacity to insist that he was not gay?
And what a beautiful hard cock it was. I could still feel and taste the salty ropes as they emptied into my throat.
So, nothing mattered anymore. Not me, not Carter, not Lindsey, and not Annalisa. There was only one little person I thought about, and she was in the hospital without her mother, and Carter to my knowledge, had freaked out when the doctors told him that Lindsey didn’t make it. It was then he’d lost his mind, and walked out of the Neonatal Unit leaving me and the baby.
I’d caught Carter by the arm in the hallway leading from the NICU before he’d dashed for the elevator. “What are you doing, Carter?”
Carter’s eyes wandered up and to the side, looking over at the empty nurses’ station, then they fixed on me, but it was as if he’d looked through me. He wasn’t in the moment with me.
He’d gone somewhere else in his mind. Maybe it was the shock of everything and losing Lindsey. I’d placed my hand in front of his face and snapped my fingers to get his attention. And still his eyes didn’t meet mine. It was as if he was searching for someone else when he began to speak.
“I’m going home. She’s gone. I have nothing.” His words were filled with pain, and the sound of his voice empty, lacking all emotions.
“You have a child, Carter. You have something.”
“She’s not my child. She’s yours. Your baby killed my Lindsey. I can’t deal with that, you will have to.” And he left me bewildered, not knowing what to do. I had all this pressure on me. What was I going to do with a baby?
It became clear to me that Carter couldn’t handle anything. Ever since his accident with the car hitting him, he appeared different, almost childlike, and when Lindsey came along, I thought I had nothing to worry about anymore. I’d been happy that someone else would carry my burden and my feelings of being responsible for my younger brother’s accident, which left his mind forever an adolescent, even as his body transformed into a man.
