by Barry Lowe
I looked at him more closely. Attractive in a seedy sort of way. Body still in good nick. I arched an eyebrow.
“Of course, should anything occur between us I would be discretion itself,” he added.
“That goes double for me…”
“Nigel,” he said.
“Thank you, Nigel. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again before the night is through.”
I wandered off, flirting outrageously with anyone half attractive in the bar. I needed to get laid. Obviously, I had been fantasising over the wrong man. If I couldn’t have Mr. Perfect, I’d settle for Mr. Second Best. Or even lower down the scale if necessary. I should have stopped at three drinks but I didn’t. I was horny and I was obnoxious. I wandered back to Scott who was busy beating off a number of persistent admirers and plonked myself next to him. Troy shook his head in exasperation at my behaviour.
I didn’t care. Leaning over, I attempted to kiss Scott on the lips but he pulled away.
“I can’t,” he said.
“Am I that ugly?”
“Stop saying that. You’re not ugly at all. If I was twenty years younger…”
“I like older men. Just ask Troy.”
Troy nodded his agreement.
“I’m not ready for another commitment.”
“I’m not asking for a picket fence and three puppies. All I want is a fuck.”
Scott recoiled.
I stood up shakily and squeezed past Troy. I turned to the bar and in my loudest voice shrieked, “I’m not looking for a lifetime commitment. All I want is a fuck. What does a guy have to do to get a fuck around here?”
That brought them out of the woodwork. I headed to the toilet in embarrassment as well as to get away from Scott in case I lost my temper even further. I went into the nearest cubicle and sat fully dressed on the bowl. Foolishly I had neglected to lock the door. It was pushed open by none other than Nigel, dad’s work colleague, who took the opportunity to bolt the door behind me while attempting to disguise it with concern for my health.
“Are you feeling all right now?”
“Never felt better,” I lied.
“Good,” he said, lowering his fly. “I have an early start tomorrow so I thought this an opportune time to collect on my investment.”
He had his pants down around his ankles and was massaging his cock to its full potential before my brain even registered that his investment was the drink he’d bought me earlier.
“I knew you were a slut the moment I set eyes on you. I bet you suck like it’s second nature.”
I began to object, “Just a minute—” but I couldn’t finish as he slid his very eager prick into my mouth. I attempted to push him off but he held firm to the back of my head and was poking into my throat before I could stop him. The quick glimpse I’d had of his cock showed it to be far more prepossessing than the man it belonged to. If I could just blot him out and concentrate on the rather nice slab of meat filling my craw I might get through this without throwing up. Nigel wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
He kept up his barrage of slut talk even after I heard the toilet door open and someone enter the men’s room. It registered that the newcomer stopped close by the cubicle in which we were ensconced and was probably listening to our sexual activity.
“Suck it good slut. I’m sure you’ll have as many men as you want lined up to get a sample of your blow job skills. Oh, yeah, get your tongue round my knob, boy. I knew you’d be good, little fucker.”
It was turning me on, except Nigel’s whiny voice was not the one I wanted to hear saying these things to me. I don’t mind role playing a slut but I need someone much more aggressive and powerful than Nigel.
He let me come up for air, my lips spilling drool down my chin. I sucked it in. “Come on, Nigel, you can do better than that. Pound my slut face, choke me on your big, hard cock so I’ll never forget how good you are.”
“Good slut faggot boy! Suck it.”
I gagged, almost puking around the dick that filled my mouth. He was getting into it now and I held his flabby butt cheeks to keep him as far down my throat as I could so as not to taste his nasty seed when he blew. I used all my expertise to bring him off while his string of expletives became less coherent as he raced toward ejaculation. I heard the door open and our eavesdropper leave.
I took my mouth off and tried one last ruse, “Feed me, daddy. Feed me all your hot spunk.”
That did it. No sooner had he rammed as far into my gullet as he could possibly go he stood stock still, his body juddering as he shot his cock phlegm deep inside me. I tasted none of it, clearing my throat as he pulled out to keep it down. He wiped his residual jizz on my lips, pulled up his trousers, and then patted me on the head like a favoured pet. “We must do this again.”
I waited a few minutes before I staggered to my feet, making sure the door was securely fastened lest some other horny man decide I was easy prey, and then I made my uneasy way back to the bar. Flashing my ID, I ordered a double bourbon.
“Here, let me pay for that,” a deep resonant voice just near my left ear said, slapping a fifty on the counter.
That’s what you’ve got to do to get a fuck, I thought. Make a total fool of yourself in the town’s only gay bar. Still, if it works…
The barman scooped up the cash before I had a chance to say ‘no’. I turned to thank my benefactor.
“Get it into you before you make a bigger fool of yourself than you already have. Then I’m taking you home.”
“Promise,” I said, realising I was slurring my words.
I went to pick up the drink but Scott beat me to it, downing it in one gulp. He slammed the glass back on the counter and held the bar for a moment.
He grabbed me, hustling me to the front door.
“Wait. I have to say good-night to Troy and Vince.”
“They left ages ago,” he said, not letting go for a moment.
Out in the cool night air, my legs buckled. Scott scooped me up in his arms. I snuggled into his chest as he carried me to his Jeep. He plonked me in the passenger’s seat, securing me tightly before getting in to drive off.
I was in a playful mood and tried tickling him, running my fingers along his thigh, playing with his hair, but each time Scott forcefully removed my hand without saying a word. I gave up and sulked until he pulled up outside my house.
“Boy, are you drunk,” I slurred. “Your house is on the other side of the street.”
He got out and came around to my side, dragging me from the seat and hoisting me over his shoulder. It wasn’t a good idea as it put pressure on my stomach and I puked all down his back. Scott was impressive. It didn’t faze him. Nor did he hesitate in his intended task. He lowered me off his shoulder and propped me upright as he rang the bell.
“I thought we were going back to your place. You promised.”
Mum opened the door, took one look at me, shot daggers at Scott and slapped him rather hard across the cheek. Dragging me inside, she slammed the door in his face. I was rather pleased until she began to curse me in a voice much too loud for this hour of the morning. She managed to get me up the stairs and into my bedroom, content to just cover me with a blanket to sleep it off.
The whole family was waiting around the breakfast table when I finally emerged the next day, feeling like the sludge at the bottom of a toilet bowl. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, my eyesight blurred. My sister looked self-satisfied, mum looked like thunder, and dad was more bemused.
“No lectures necessary,” I whispered. “I’ve learned my lesson. Never again. Black coffee and dry toast please.”
I sat with my head in my hands until my meagre breakfast was served. My sister began with her chatter but dad shooshed her. She wanted to know why.
“You’ll understand, love, the morning after you first come home in the state your brother did last night.”
She didn’t understand but she kept quiet for which I was grateful.
I looked at mum. “Thanks
for getting me up to my room last night. Most parents would have left me on the front doorstep.”
“When I see that Mr. Robinson—” she exploded.
“Mum. It had nothing to do with him. In fact, he stopped me, otherwise I’d be in a much worse mess today. He dragged me out of the bar.”
She turned sheepishly to my dad. “I slapped him across the face.”
I crawled back to bed after I’d had my carbohydrate and caffeine, not even getting up when I heard mum cross the road and knock on the front door of Scott’s house. There was a lot of mumbling then the sound of a door closing. Either Scott was so pissed off he’d closed the door in her face or else she’d gone inside. It didn’t matter, I just wanted to die.
Troy rang to enquire after me but I was too far gone to take the call. In fact, it was Monday lunch time before I’d even recovered enough to get out of bed. I stank. I needed to clean my teeth and have a shower. I felt marginally better, and later in the afternoon when I heard the Jeep pull up, I glanced out the window. Scott was looking up at my bedroom, concern written all over his face.
I kept a low profile for the remainder of the week, refusing even to see Scott when he called in on Tuesday evening to ask after my health. I did manage to get myself over to Troy and Vince’s for a debrief, telling them everything that happened. They listened patiently and without recrimination.
By Friday night I missed him. Or rather, I missed my little voyeuristic activities and I daringly left my curtains parted just enough that if he wanted to he could watch while I brought myself off to fantasies of our passionate lovemaking. Hoping he was watching, I even blew a kiss in his direction. I slept soundly for the first time in a week.
The next morning was Saturday and I was up bright and early for the car-washing ritual. Just before Scott opened his garage door and emerged driving his Jeep to the side of the road, I was already at work on mum’s car. I had on the tightest pair of shorts I could melt my body into. They hugged my ass so tightly you could see my tight puckered hole outlined if I bent over, and I intended doing a lot of bending over. The endless parade of cars wending their way along the street now had two prize gay men to ogle. Scott and I got wolf whistles and outrageous propositions that I must admit were quite tempting if I hadn’t been after bigger game. In the midday heat, Scott peeled his overalls down to just above his butt. That was the opportunity I was waiting for.
Turning the hose on full bore I aimed at Scott and let fly. He got soaked, his hair dripping and his overalls clinging to his legs and groin like a wet T-shirt competition. But he was laughing.
“You bastard,” he called, picking up his bucket of sudsy water and racing across the road toward me. I was too slow, taking the soapy water full on, slipping over on the wet grass of the nature strip. Scott was on top of me before I had a chance to regain my footing, pinning me down.
He sat on my chest, just staring at me. I tweaked his nipples which were hard as stone and dared to place my hand on his crotch. I wasn’t imagining things. He slid down my body until he felt my cock pressing into his groin. His face was inches from mine, his mouth quivering with desire but unprepared to make the final move. Placing my hand on the back of his head, I pulled him down to me.
His kiss was the sweetest, gentlest and most passionate I had ever encountered. I melted into him and he reciprocated. There was none of the mad competitive thrusting I was used to. This was a kiss to get lost in, to take your time over, like a fine wine or the smoothest Swiss chocolate. I never wanted the feeling to end, especially as he ground his hard muscular body against mine, but a cry of ‘Either come inside or get yourselves a room’ from my dad broke the spell.
Scott broke away mumbling an apology and fled back home. I looked up at my sister’s wide-eyed amazement at what she’d just witnessed.
“Sorry, son,” dad said as he helped me up. “But you two were creating so much heat I thought you’d scorch the grass. Either that or you’d be arrested.”
For another kiss like that I’d gladly brave arrest. I raced upstairs to my bedroom, locked the door and watched the window across the street. Scott was naked, caressing his beautiful cock, thrashing about on his bed. I was hard in seconds and although it was difficult doing it while balancing binoculars I matched Scott’s strokes until we both blew our loads within seconds of each other.
There was no repeat of the previous Saturday night as I was forced to spend the night at home entertaining my aunt and uncle and their Terri-aged daughter who were unable to attend my birthday barbecue the next afternoon. It was a family tradition that friends and neighbours were always welcome at the family Sunday afternoon birthday barbecues.
I’d given mum a few names, Troy and Vince at the top, of people I’d like to invite, but that had been before Scott and I had even met, let alone kissed. I hoped she’d had the good sense to invite him. The next day, however, it looked as if she hadn’t or else he didn’t want to come. I put on a cheerful face during the party and both Troy and Vince rallied around to keep my spirits up, even going so far as to pop over to Scott’s place to see if he was home. He wasn’t. His beloved Jeep was gone from the garage.
He’d made it painfully clear in so many ways that I wasn’t his type. I’d humiliated him, I’d shown him what a tramp I was, so what did I expect? That night I went to bed saddened that in a week or so I would be back at university and I could put all memories of Scott in the fantasy basket. I didn’t bother going to the window when I heard his Jeep pull up, and the delighted squeals of the kids. Yeah, I blubbered a bit, got all teenager angsty. So, sue me. I reckoned I had feelings for the mongrel. Sure, I was wallowing a bit as well, but…
I heard a tap at the window. I sat up, wiping my eyes. I almost cried out in fright when I caught a glimpse of a man’s face pressed against the glass. I opened the window, dragging him inside before he fell.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered. “You could have killed yourself.”
“I didn’t want to miss your birthday.”
“Well, you did,” I said, turning my back on him, going to lie on top of my bed.
“I know. I’m sorry. I intended being there. Was it good?”
“Great,” I lied. “No, it was pleasant but someone very special didn’t show.”
“I brought you a present.”
“Really?”
“I hope you like it because I can’t take it back.”
“Where is it?”
He shucked off his jeans and T-shirt, standing naked in front of me with a cute little red bow tied around his cock.
“I hope you like it.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t tried it yet.”
“Be my guest,” he said, lying down next to me on the bed.
“I want another one of those kisses first.”
He obliged and again I was putty in his arms. He undressed me slowly, we were in no hurry.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted as he peeled off my PJ top.
“Me either.”
“I was so jealous when I heard you in the toilet with that guy.”
“That makes it all worthwhile then, because he forced himself on me.”
“I wanted to rip his cock off for touching you.”
I kissed him to show him how much I appreciated what he was saying.
“Then that week when I didn’t see you at the window. It was like someone had ripped part of my soul out. If you hadn’t come out to play yesterday, I was going to come after you. But that kiss. I knew then I was in way over my head. I was going to tell you at the party today how I felt but an emergency sprang up with my sis, and family comes first.”
“I understand,” I lied.
He kissed my nose. “Look. I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s been fifteen years since I had to date anyone. I’m out of practice. I don’t know what young guys today are looking for. I’m awkward, a bull in a china shop. All I know is, I like you a real lot, Jayson. I’d like to spend time wi
th you, see how we get on. I’m older than you…”
“That really doesn’t matter to me.”
“You say that now. But I love for keeps, Jayson. I wish I could just settle for a tumble in the grass. Okay, maybe that’s what this might be, but I’m looking for something steadier. You know what I mean?”
“I’ve got feelings for you, too. Stronger than I ever felt for any guy before. I want to spend time with you. Get to know you better. If you’ll let me.”
I pulled him closer to me, raising his arms above his head and buried my nose in his arm pit. I licked and sucked the hair tasting the salty flavour of his sweat, working my way along his arm until my tongue brushed over his nuggetty bicep and then down to his hand, tracing my tongue over the webbing between his fingers. I slowly licked up his abs, feeling the power of the man’s body as it surrendered to me, until I reached his pert hard nipple, running my teeth over it before sucking it into my mouth.
Scott writhed beneath me as I repeated the teasing on his other arm. I kneeled and burrowed my nose between his legs, sniffing his balls as my tongue darted out to lure first one and then the other into my mouth where I sucked them gently until Scott moaned and shifted in the bed. I lapped up the underside of his cock until I reached the head, holding it steady as it throbbed in my hand, peeling back the foreskin to run my tongue across the slit. He groaned loudly enough that I had to put my hand over his mouth in case it woke my parents.
“I can’t help it, babe, you’re so good. I can’t believe anyone so young could be so expert.”
I wrapped my lips around the entire head and sucked while drawing patterns on the crown with my tongue. His body arched as he tried to escape but I was not about to let him go. I slid my mouth down to the base of his cock, licking and sucking as I slowly descended, until I had my nose in his pubic hairs. I opened my throat and swallowed him.
“Holy fuck!” he croaked. “No more. I can’t take it. You’ll make me come.”
I was counting on it.
Picking up the pace I moved my head in a circular motion as I caressed his cock with my tongue for a few seconds and then pushed my face down to engulf him, sliding the last few inches into my throat. It was hard not to gag but I did my darnedest and was rewarded with Scott placing both hands on my head and beginning to fuck my mouth. He did it with a gentle rhythm that was easy to match as I wanted this to be good for him. I had never enjoyed having a man in my mouth as much as Scott. I wanted to worship every square inch of his body.
