by Walker Cole
I turn Chris around and start practically ripping his coat off his body. I slide my fingers under his shirt.
Damn.
His body feels amazing; his muscles are toned and smooth under my fingers, and his skin is so fresh and soft. My cock is rock hard- this is exactly the release I knew I was going to need. I pull his shirt off his body, step back to take in the view, and start to unbutton my own pants. His shoulders are broader than they looked underneath his clothes, and his torso forms a delicious V where it meets his hips.
“You’re the richest guy I ever I've hooked up with, and you're seriously going to make me do this here in your garage?” he says with a heavy breath. His pants are bulging at the seams, just the way I want them to be. I know he’s turned on bad, and that only turns me on even more. It’s kind of fucked up, but my stomach churned a bit when he mentioned the thought of him hooking up with other men.
Who do I think I am? Why do I give a shit what he’s done with other men? We’re going to hook up tonight, and that will be the end of things. That’s just how I operate these days. No time for long-term relationships, that’s for sure.
At least that’s what I like to tell myself.
“Get inside,” I order him as a point to my door. I can’t hide how horny I am through my husky voice. I’m way too fucking hard and turned on to hide anything right now.
Chris scoops his shirt and coat up from my garage floor. He turns and walks towards my door that leads into my house, and I can’t help but stare at his ass muscles flexing in his jeans as he walks. Jesus Christ, what I want to do to that ass. I know it would be more appropriate to handle this matter in my bedroom, but there’s no way I’m making it that far. Not with Chris, he’s simply way too hot to be able to wait that long for.
Shit, I know I have problems when I can’t even make it upstairs to my bedroom. But for real, something about this guy is driving me crazy inside.
I grab his bare shoulders in my hallway that leads to my kitchen and I pin his back up against the wall. “I take it you like it rough,” he says. I dig my tongue into the crook of his neck, grabbing the bulge in his pants with my hand.
“You have no idea,” I reply.
“Looks like I’m about to find out,” he says through a breathy tone.
I don’t usually go down on men first, but I can’t help it with this guy. He’s like a delicious appetizer that I just can’t resist. I slide his jeans down and over his hips, then I peel down his underwear and watch as his thick dick comes bounding out. I start to lick the underside of his shaft while I cup his balls in my hand. It’s like having the world’s most delicious lollipop right here in front of me. Only better - way, way better.
He pushes his crotch into my face, and I love every second of it. “Holy fuck Shane, you know what you’re doing.”
“Just the tip of the iceberg, Chris.” Then he slides his jeans down to his ankles, yanks his sneakers off, and finishes pulling his jeans totally off his legs. Now I’ve got him totally naked, in my hallway, aside from his socks. And those can stay.
“Your turn,” he says with a simple nod.
“My turn, what?” I say.
“You need to take your clothes off too if we’re going to make this fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Chris,” I say as I stroke the full length of his shaft.
“I’m serious; I don’t want any lectures right now. Take your clothes off, or I’m leaving.”
OK, so this is a first for me. Usually, I'm the one in charge. Period. But I don’t mind letting him play that role here and there if that’s what he needs to do. Whatever it takes… Plus, if I’m being honest, I kind of liked the feeling I got when he ordered me around just then.
I do as requested and remove all my clothes. Don’t think I don’t notice the way his jaw is hinged slightly open as he looks me up and down. I’m not bragging, but I take pretty good care of myself, and he seems to care a lot.
“There. Are you happy now?” I ask. He bites down on his lower lip and reaches for my cock. I’ll take that as a yes.
"As a matter fact, yes, I'm very happy now."
I cup both sides of his head in my hands. Then we start to kiss.
Christ, this man can kiss. His lips are so soft, and his tongue is so warm. I can feel so much heat oozing from his body. Our bodies are sandwiched together, helped by the fact that I’m squeezing his ass and pulling him into me as hard as I can. He moans the moment my cock and balls brush up against his.
“If you’re happy, I’m happy,” I whisper in his ear. Then we start to kiss even harder than before. Both of our bodies are tangled up in each another’s arms as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. His mouth tastes so sweet to my tongue, a perfect mix of beer and gum. I pull him into my kitchen, ultimately trying to make our way up to my bedroom. But at this rate, it doesn’t look like we’re going to make it that far. As we nearly trip over each other’s naked bodies, Chris somehow spins around so that I am grabbing his dick from behind while his ass presses into my balls. I force his hands over my granite countertop, and spread his legs open like I’m a state cop frisking him on the side of the road. I reach underneath with my other hand and grab his balls from behind, forcing his back forward and bending him over even more.
He arches his head backward, and juts his ass out sharply.
“I thought teachers were supposed to be civil people,” I say as I rake my fingers down his back and over his ass. Fuck, I want this ass to be all mine.
“I’m not working right now. So I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he says.
My voice is husky, deep, and hungry. “And what is it that you want to do right now, Chris?”
“I want you in my mouth. And I swear I've never said that to a guy I just met at a bar."
I flip his body around and push him down by his shoulders so that his mouth is directly in front of my long, rock-hard dick. “Sure you don’t,” I say.
“No, for real. I really don’t do this kind of thing. I swear.”
And I think he means what he’s saying, which only turns me on even more. If he’s the kind a guy to take things slow, and I can get him to take things this fast, then that’s alright by me. I love that I’m having this kind of effect on him. “I’m glad I could break you in then.”
He grabs my shaft with both of his hands and starts to lick the pre-come off my mushroom head.
“Are you sure you can take all of this?” I say.
He puckers his lips together and circles the tip of my cock with his tongue. “I think I can handle you.”
“I’m gonna owe you for this one, Chris.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll collect mine later.”
Fuck, he’s so dirty for such an innocent looking dude. OK, maybe he’s not that innocent, but I guarantee he hasn’t been around the block half as many times as I have.
Chris catches me off-guard as he takes my entire dick into his throat all at once. My tip press into the back of his throat and my balls smack up against his chin. He fucks my dick with his mouth better than anyone I’ve ever been blown by before. “Are you sure you don’t do this much?” I ask.
He looks up at me as he sucks my dick, somehow finding a way to take me in even deeper. He alternates between mouth fucking my cock and licking my shaft and balls, like he’s starving and hasn’t had a meal this good in months. Then he grabs my cock with one hand and starts to suck even faster. I look down and notice that he’s jerking his own dick now. Just the sight of this alone is enough to make me come.
I let out a loud groan as I start coming down the back of his throat. I expect him to release my cock from his mouth, but he wraps his lips around my dick even tighter. It’s as though he doesn’t want to lose a single drop of my cum.
Holy shit, that was amazing.
Amazing.
I give him a second to stand up and catch his breath. “Payback time, Chris.” I swipe some of my cum that dribbled out of his mouth wit
h my finger, and I smear it all over his cock to use it as a lubricant as I start stroking him hard and fast. He digs his hands into my countertop and arches his back. Damn, this man is truly beautiful. His eyes are bluer than any two eyes I’ve ever seen. And there’s something hidden inside of them, something that separates him from the rest of the men I usually hook up with. Seeing him sprawled out over my counter like this has to be one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
I don’t waste another second as a lower my lips to smother the head of his dick.
Oh my God, this man tastes amazing. I reach my hands around and squeeze his ass tightly. It’s so tight, muscular, and perfectly rounded. I drag my tongue all the way from underneath his balls, across his shaft and around the tip of his cock. Then I grab his long shaft with both of my hands and start to suck that thing hard and fast. Judging by his heavy panting, I know I’m doing it right. Not that I don’t know what I’m doing.
“Jesus fuck, Shane. Jesus fucking fuck,” he says. Then he starts to blast the back of my throat with his cum. That didn’t take long at all, I think to myself. I take great pleasure in knowing how quickly I made him climax. I swallow the last bits of his cum and stand up to face him. His eyes are still glazed, dizzy from his orgasm. He looks almost drunk with ecstasy as our eyes meet.
“Now we’re even,” I say softly.
Chris’ chest continues to rise and fall with his heavy breathing.
Watching him pant like a worn-out dog, totally naked to boot, is worth paying a lot of money for.
He looks around my kitchen for the first time. “This place is sick,” he says.
“I know. I had it built myself.”
“Of course you did. Did you go to Italy and carve those marble countertops out of the mountain yourself too?”
“Actually, I did. And it's granite,” I tease. I change the subject, “Are you tired?” I say as I look at the clock. It’s past 1 o’clock in the morning. This is late, even for me, especially on a Thursday night. But it was worth it for sure, and it helped me forget about the events of earlier today.
Shit, until now.
My face sinks quickly at the thought of what I have to deal with tomorrow morning. I’m coming out of a really bad divorce, and my wife… ex-wife… is trying to tell me that I can’t see my kid unless she says I can. I know I got busy and that I wasn’t the best dad I could’ve been, but I was only trying to do what I needed to do to provide for him. My wife and I should’ve never got married in the first place, but that was a whole other lifetime ago… I thought there was only one route to starting a family of my own.
Idiot.
“Is everything all right? You either just got really tired, or you just realized this whole thing was a huge mistake between us,” he says.
Fuck, I almost forgot I’m going to have to break his heart. I like this guy a lot, but I’ve got too much going on, and long-term relationships aren’t in the cards for me right now. Or maybe ever. I’ve learned my lesson with those, and I’ll never make that mistake again.
“I’m fine, let’s get some sleep,” I say.
“Here? You’re joking, right? I can’t sleep here.”
I look out through the skylight in my kitchen ceiling. The snow is starting to fall really hard now. “You’re pretty goddamn sexy and all, but I’m not going to risk my life trying to get you home.”
He presses his lips together in a hard, straight line and folds his arms in front of his bare chest. “Whatever, but I expect a good breakfast in the morning.”
“You’re in luck, because nobody makes a better omelet than I do.”
We walk up to my room, both of us still naked. I lift the covers of my king-size bed for him to get in. I curl my body around his naked body, holding him in my arms tightly and feeling his warmth completely. He feels so good; it’s almost impossible to remember how much pain I’ve been in lately over my divorce.
Well, it’s not really the divorce that’s hard for me, it’s the issue with my son, Max. I miss him more than anything, and I would kill to have a second chance to be a good dad for him. OK, I fucked up. But it wasn’t all my fault. She alienated me right from the beginning… The moment he was born, we both fell into our roles. I was the provider, and she was the caretaker. Things were never good between us from the start for obvious reasons… Like the fact that I’m gay. But I thought I could make it work, I thought I could have a family of my own. Man, what a moron I was. Why couldn’t I have just adopted a child with another man? Because I don’t do shit like other men, that’s why. Most things I do better, but that one I fucked up big time.
Oh well, at least it brought Max into the world.
Holding Chris in my arms like this is the first time I felt relief from the situation since it started. Within moments, he’s fast asleep in my arms. The sound of his breathing is so soothing, and the feeling of his arms and shoulders nestled beneath my body is like a drug. I don’t want to let him go, ever, and I just fucking met him.
This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all. I know what I need to do to fix the situation with Chris… The same thing I've done with every other man I’ve ever been with. Maybe I’m a little ruthless sometimes, but who cares. I need to protect myself right now too. And besides, Chris and I made a deal, one night. One simple hook up.
Like I said, I need to protect myself right now.
* * *
Chris
I wake up in the most comfortable bed imaginable. Last night blew my expectations out of the water. Sex was insane with Shane, but having him hold me until I fell asleep in his arms was even better. Too bad this is all going to end, because clearly he and I aren’t in the same league. I get out of bed and notice that my clothes are folded neatly on the nightstand. I follow the smells of freshly cooked breakfast down his stairs and into his kitchen.
The table is set for one with a note by the side of the plate:
Chris- thanks for last night. Couldn’t have been better. Here’s some cash to get you home. Enjoy breakfast, Shane
OK, so this really sucks. I feel a pit in my stomach knowing that he left already. And that he clearly has no intention of seeing me ever again. I mean, I knew this was going to happen, but ouch… I didn’t know it was going to happen quite this abruptly. I leave the food and the cash there on the table, because honestly I’m kind of pissed off. The least he could’ve done was say goodbye
I call Milo for a ride home. Milo is chomping at the bit wondering what happened to me last night, but I plead with him to leave me alone right now. I let him take me back to our apartment, back to reality. I regret having hooked up with Shane already. I knew it all along; I should’ve stayed away from a guy like him and just went home last night like my gut was telling me.
Oh well, I’ve been burned before. Yeah, it hurts like hell, but I’ll get over it. And if I ever run into this guy again, so help me God…
* * *
I’m still trying to shake off things from the other night. I want to let go of Shane completely, but it’s almost impossible. I’m kind of over the hurt because it’s not like he ever owed me anything in the first place. He made it pretty clear up front, one night and one night only. But still, a simple goodbye the next morning would’ve been nice or at least it wouldn’t have done him any harm. Oh well, lesson learned. Don’t mess around with guys like Shane anymore- guys that are way out of my league looks-wise, make infinitely more money than I do, and think they walk on water apparently.
I have to focus now. I have a huge parent meeting in a couple of minutes, and my boss, the principal of my school, is going to be there. This is exactly the kind of pressure I don’t want right now, but it goes with the territory of my job.
I have to meet with two parents who just recently divorced. Apparently they’re worried about their son, Max, and I don’t blame them. Max Hart is one of the sweetest, smartest boys in my class. Ever since his parents split up, he hasn’t been the same. I only know his mother, which i
sn’t atypical in my line of work. Usually, it’s the moms who send in the permission slips, sign the homework contracts, or send in the peanut-free cupcakes for birthday parties. To be honest, I’ve been worried about Max myself, so I’m glad we’re meeting as much as I wish we weren’t if that makes any sense.
Did I mention one minor detail?
Max Hart is the nephew of my boss, Colby Hart. Colby is the principal of the largest public school in the state, and he’s probably the single most feared man in the entire Boston school district.
All I have to do right now is focus, put Shane out of my mind, and do a good job for my boss. It’s my first year on the job as a full-time certified teacher, and I really want to get professional status.
I walk into the conference room and see that the Hart parents are already here. The father, who I haven’t met as far as I can remember, has his back turned to me as he chats it up with my boss. I guess they’re either brothers by blood or by marriage, time will soon tell. I recognize Max’s mother right away from parent conferences, but his father still has his back turned to me. I give a quick nod to my boss and find a seat on the other side of the table from him.
I almost trip over the black swivel office chair when I see his face. It’s fucking Shane. My entire body locks up- my arms, my legs, even my jaw. This can’t really be happening right now.
Shane Hart? I can’t believe this is Max’s father. And to add insult to injury, I also can’t believe that he’s my boss’s brother.
My boss, Colby, clears his throat. “All right then, let’s get started Chris. I’m assuming you’ve met both of the Harts?” he asks
Shit, I don’t know what to say. Technically, from his perspective, I haven’t met Shane Hart yet. Lying probably isn’t exactly the best thing to do right now, but that’s exactly what I choose to do. I lie through my teeth.
