by Ryan Field
“I’ll be here,” Russell said. “I’ll leave the garment hanging here in the kitchen.”
“Thanks, Russell.”
Roland crossed the room toward the hallway, cupcake box in hand.
Josh followed. When they reached the bedroom, Josh pushed Roland onto the bed. The cupcake box landed on top of the pillows. Josh fell on top of him and started pulling off Roland’s clothes. He removed the polo shirt first, then unzipped Roland’s pants and yanked them down. The loafers slipped off and the pants sailed across the room.
Josh bit his bottom lip. “I want to get some more of that right now.” He stared at Roland’s smooth legs. Roland rolled over on his stomach, arched his back, and spread his legs wider. In the 20-some years he’d been with Kenneth, he’d never done anything like this. Kenneth had always been the one who needed all the attention. It occurred to Roland again that Josh was probably just acting because of their “arrangement,” but he was having too much fun to care.
Josh kicked off his shoes and he stripped down, too. He climbed on top of Roland’s back. “I love to rub my dick against you like this. I know this is going to sound really terrible, but I just want to do really dirty things to you.” He pressed his erection between Roland’s ass crack and bucked slowly.
Roland’s eyebrows went up and he smiled. “That’s because you have a very dirty mind—though not as dirty as mine.” He pushed Josh down and pulled the box of cupcakes to the middle of the bed.
Josh held his erect dick and watched Roland climb off the bed. He walked to his closet and pulled out a black necktie. When he returned to the bed, Roland opened the cupcake box and reached inside for a chocolate cupcake with white frosting. He pulled off the cupcake wrapper and tossed it back into the box. “Lie down on your back and close your eyes,” he said. Josh immediately complied.
Roland blindfolded Josh with the tie. “You’re going to like this.”
“Yeah, man,” Josh whispered. “Ride my dick now.”
“Not yet. There’s something else I’ve been dying to do all morning.” Roland picked up the cupcake and broke it in half so that the frosting-covered top was one piece and the cake bottom was another. He tossed the cake bottom back into the box and reached forward to grab Josh’s dick. Josh jerked. Roland rubbed the frosting over Josh’s cock. He massaged it on the shaft and rubbed it all over Josh’s hairy balls.
“Are you rubbing cupcake frosting on my dick?” Josh asked.
Roland didn’t answer. He continued to spread the thick, white butter cream all over the shaft. When the entire nine-inch erection was coated with gooey white frosting, Roland leaned forward and started to lick it all off. He started at Josh’s balls and worked his way up to the head.
Josh smiled. “Yeah, eat that shit.” He spread his legs wider and bucked his hips forward. His cock hit the side of Roland’s face and smeared frosting all over his right cheekbone. Roland opened his mouth wider and ate the frosting off the tip of Josh’s dick. His lips were covered with sticky goop. He swallowed the entire shaft. Cake and frosting pushed forward and smashed into Roland’s nose; he had to wipe his nostrils clean with the side of his hand so he could breathe. When he slowly began to slide the big dick in and out of his mouth, the smashed cupcake went everywhere. His hands were covered, and there was frosting on his forehead. Roland sucked the cupcake-covered dick so long the sides of his face started to ache. Kenneth had always hated it when Roland sucked for too long, but Josh didn’t seem to mind.
Josh sat up. He fumbled around blindly for a minute and found the cupcake box. He reached inside and pulled out a vanilla cupcake with white frosting. He grabbed Roland by the arm and shoved him onto his stomach. Josh took the cupcake, without removing the wrapper, and smashed it into Roland’s ass. Roland moaned and spread his legs, while Josh smeared cake and frosting from one end of his ass to the other. When he was finished, he leaned forward and began to eat the smashed cupcake off Roland’s ass.
“Now this is what I call a sweet ass,” he said, licking white frosting out from between Roland’s crack.
“Fuck me,” Roland begged. His ass bucked. “Fuck me, Josh.”
Josh lifted the cupcake box and dumped the remaining sweets out on Roland’s back before leaning forward and smashing them all over his body with his palms. Josh massaged them over the backs of Roland’s legs and feet; he pressed the cupcakes into his ass and kneaded the flesh with his fingertips. Josh buried his entire face between Roland’s ass cheeks and chewed and licked. He ran his tongue from the bottom of the crack all the way up to the small of Roland’s back. When Josh finally reached for the box of condoms on the nightstand, Roland’s entire body was covered with ruined cupcake.
“What do you want?” Josh asked, punching Roland’s ass hard.
“Fuck me.”
“You like it dirty and messy, don’t you?”
“Yes, I want it dirty and messy. Fuck me,” Roland begged. His arms were stretched out and he clutched the pillows with his fingertips.
Josh pulled the black tie above his eyes and covered his erection with the condom. He wiped frosting from Roland’s thigh on his dick so he could slide it in smoothly. He slapped his cock on Roland’s ass. “What do you want?”
“I want your big fucking dick!” Roland shouted. “Don’t be gentle; just shove that big cock into my hole and fuck me.”
Josh smiled. “Open those legs wide.” Roland’s hole was tight, but he knew how to take a big dick well. Josh stuffed the tip of his cock into Roland’s cupcake-covered hole and plunged inside with force.
Roland’s eyes rolled back and his toes curled. “Fuck me deep and hard; nail me to the fucking bed. Don’t go slow this time; just fuck me hard.”
The bed bounced and jerked as Josh thrust into Roland. He pressed his palms on either side of Roland’s shoulders and bucked in and out though doing push-ups. Roland took control from the bottom by tightening his anal sphincter each time Josh went deep.
They fucked this way without stopping, until Josh moaned. “I’m getting close now.” The fucking grew more intense and the slapping sounds against Roland’s ass became louder.
“Go, Josh. I’m ready too.” Roland reached between his legs and wrenched his own dick. So far, with each fuck session they’d shared, they’d always been able to climax at the same time.
Josh closed his eyes. “Here it goes.” He slammed into Roland’s ass and filled the condom. Roland jerked his dick a few times and came with Josh. He had a double orgasm; after he climaxed the first time he kept jerking his cock until he experience a smaller, less intense release.
Josh fell on top of Roland. “That was really hot. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat a cupcake again without tasting your ass.” He bucked into Roland’s hole a few more times to be sure his dick was empty.
“That was a fattening fuck,” Roland said. His body was covered with cupcake. The sheets were a mess.
Josh laughed. “I told you I don’t care about that: I like fucking big ass. Besides, most of the cupcakes went up your ass today and I don’t think you can gain weight that way.” He reached down and squeezed Roland’s chest muscles hard with both hands.
“I’m curious about something, Josh. I know we have an arrangement and all, but when you talk about fucking me, and talk about my ass, are you serious or are you just acting?” He hated asking this, but he hadn’t expected to enjoy his time with Josh so much.
“I’m not a very good actor,” Josh said. “But think about it from my point of view. How do I know you’re not just this rich guy using me as a stud service?”
Roland smiled. “I’m not a very good actor, either. If I had been, I’d probably still be with Kenneth. Don’t get me wrong, I love him dearly, and I’d do anything for him; but things weren’t good in the bedroom for a long time. That was probably my fault. After all, he left me for a younger guy.”
Josh slapped Roland’s ass hard. “Fuck that! There’s nothing wrong with you in the bedroom. You’ve got one of the hotte
st asses I’ve ever tagged. The problem with you and Kenneth, if you don’t mind a little outside observation, was that you’re both bottoms.”
“Hey,” Roland said, “I can fuck when I want to. I could fuck you if you let me.”
“I told you, I’m only a top,” Josh said, “And just because you ‘could’ fuck me don’t mean you’d be good at it.”
Roland sighed and looked at the clock on the nightstand. He was amazed to see it was nearly 2:00 p.m. Time passed quickly. There had been times with Kenneth when ten minutes felt like ten days. “Stay inside as long as you can,” Roland said, “and then we’ll take a long, hot shower and then a long nap.”
“Just close your eyes and relax for now,” Josh said. “Enjoy my dick as much as I’m enjoying your ass.”
Chapter Four
It took Roland more than an hour to get dressed for the dinner. He spent an inordinate amount of time fussing in the bathroom with his short brown hair. It was thick and wiry, and the little turned-up wave above his forehead wasn’t easy to manage. He took time to apply a light bronzer (from his own company) to hide any signs of aging. He sighed when he buttoned the trousers of his black formal: They were about two inches too loose now. He hadn’t worn them in more than a year and forgot about the weight he lost since his break-up with Kenneth. Thankfully, the black jacket still fit perfectly.
Josh lay in bed watching a ballgame on TV until ten minutes before they had to leave. Then he got up, ran his fingers through his hair a few times, and put on the new black Versace Russell had left hanging in the kitchen. Roland’s eyebrows went up as he watched all this from a mirror in the bathroom. The pants went up over Josh’s hairy muscular legs perfectly, and the shirt hugged his V-shaped torso as though it had been sewn to his body. He made it all seem effortless: just button the shirt and zip the pants. He didn’t even use a mirror to knot his black tie. In less than five minutes, Josh stood in the bathroom doorway with his hands in his pants pockets as if he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine, asking Roland if he was ready.
Roland turned to face him. “Damn,” Josh said. “You look really good.” His blue eyes scanned Roland’s body. “I’m not just saying that. You really look fantastic.”
Roland thought his face looked a little puffy and was worried that the wave above his forehead was too spiky. But his biggest concern was that he might be mistaken for Josh’s father rather than his date. “Thank you,” Roland said. “You look good, too.” In fact, Josh looked so good Roland felt the urge to unzip his pants and suck him off right there on the bathroom floor.
“Where are we going tonight?” Josh asked. He leaned into the doorjamb, kicking the marble tile with the tip of his shoe.
“A place called The Park Side,” Roland said, taking one last look in the mirror to make sure he hadn’t applied too much bronzer. “C’mon. I’ll race you downstairs.”
Russell stood in the street next to the car as Josh and Roland came outside. He had his signature somber expression on his face: that puckered, pinched look that implied he might have been weaned on a sour pickle. His gray eyes sparkled when he saw Roland jogging happily down the front steps and smiled for the first time since Josh had been there. “It’s so good to see you going out, Roland,” Russell said. “It’s good to have you back to normal and home again where you belong.” He shot a quick looked at Josh, who was brushing a small piece of lint from the back of Roland’s jacket.
Roland patted the old man on the back. “It’s good to be home, Russell.”
Josh rushed out on the street, stepped in front of Russell, and opened the car door for Roland. Russell stepped back and rubbed his jaw a few times, seemingly surprised by Josh’s chivalry.
Roland fumbled with the ignition a few times before he started the Bentley’s engine. He looked sheepishly at Josh. “I’m not familiar with this car,” he explained. “I’ve only driven it twice.”
He looked up at Russell. “Where are the lights again?”
Josh’s eyes widened and he checked to be sure his seatbelt was fastened. “Got it,” Roland said, and slipped the Bentley into gear. He hit the gas pedal so hard Josh’s head hit the back of the seat. The tires screeched and a man walking down the street jumped up on someone’s front steps. Roland smiled, but he also leaned forward over the steering wheel. He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. When they came to a stop sign at the end of the street, his foot hit the brake pedal with too much force. Josh reached out and pressed his palms against the dashboard.
“Dude,” Josh said, “When was the last time you drove a car?”
“Don’t worry,” Roland said, “I’m a great driver. I learned everything I know from Russell.”
“I was afraid of that,” Josh said, remembering their shopping trip.
Roland stepped on the gas and pulled out onto the avenue with another loud screech. “This place is on the Upper West Side. I think we’ll go through the park instead of taking the Henry Hudson. It’s more scenic.”
The men traveled through the city at top speed. Josh held the seat and pressed his feet to the floor. Unlike Russell, who tended to keep a constant pace when he drove, Roland had a habit of repeatedly stepping on the gas pedal and then releasing it so it felt like the car was jerking forward all the time. He also had a tendency to lean to the left side of the road, which made approaching cars swerve to the right. When people walking saw him approach, they jumped back and hid behind parked cars. Roland weaved in and out of lanes, came close to side-swiping buses, and hit every pothole and manhole cover between the West Village and the Upper West Side. When they crossed through the park and rounded a curve, he drove so fast the back end of the car fishtailed. By the time they reached Central Park West, Josh’s eyes were closed and he was holding the door handle with both hands.
Park Side did not have a park-side setting at all. There were no trees or benches or duck ponds, and there wasn’t a blade of grass to be found. The entire place was a tribute to concrete. It was actually just an old parking garage that had been converted into a large, upscale restaurant. When Roland pulled up to the valet, Josh asked, “Are you sure this is the right place?” He took a deep breath and smoothed out his slacks.
“I’m sure,” Roland said. It’s not The Plaza, but I think you’ll like it.”
Though Roland had traveled the world for many internationally known charities, his true passion remained with the Ashley Foundation. It didn’t have the celebrity appeal that made headlines all the time, and it didn’t attract heavy publicity-seekers; but Roland helped start the organization more than 20 years earlier, back in the days when very few people were willing to acknowledge or help men and women with HIV/AIDS. Over the years, Roland had prepared food in hot kitchens, organized free counseling, devoted his time to fundraisers and donated a great deal of his own money.
The most recent project, one that almost consumed him, was to make sure men and women with HIV/AIDS had access to anti retro-viral drugs. Without insurance, the cost of these drugs could run well over $3,000 a month. Back in the early days, the Foundation provided assistance and improved the quality of life for those dying AIDS victims. But the organization had evolved, and now also focused on helping people stay alive with the proper medications.
The interior of Park Side was as stark as the exterior. Concrete walls were layered into sections, dividing bar areas from eating areas and banquet rooms from dancing rooms. The floors were solid concrete. Roland led Josh through the dimly lit main space and up two flights of concrete stairs, where a sign outside a double door read, “The Ashley Foundation.”
People flocked to Roland the moment he stepped inside the room. He took a deep breath and smiled, feeling shaky. He hadn’t been to any events since he and Kenneth broke up. Josh stepped aside while the men shook Roland’s hand and patted him on the back. Women in designer dresses kissed him on the cheek and told him how wonderful it was to see him again. Roland smiled awkwardly, repeatedly looking at Josh and shrugging his shoulde
rs. Josh smiled and waved, and Roland reached out for his hand and pulled him closer. He didn’t want to be alone. Roland was about to introduce Josh to the new treasurer of the foundation when a deep, loud voice shouted from behind: “Doll, there you are.”
Kenneth grabbed Roland from behind and hugged him. He turned his back to Josh and said, “I was worried you wouldn’t show up tonight, Doll.” He was chewing gum because he wasn’t allowed to smoke at the gala. His black hair was puffier than usual, and he’d had his eyebrows tweezed and shaped into thin, high arches. His new lover stood silently off to the side, sipping a martini. His tuxedo had that rented look— wrinkled and too long in the sleeves—and his hair was long and shaggy.
“I wouldn’t miss anything for this foundation,” Roland said, nodding to Kenneth’s lover. The lover didn’t look very intelligent up close. He had a scruffy, sexy appeal (probably a big dick, too), but it was the kind of appeal you might settle for at the end of the night when there was no one better in the bar. Roland clenched his teeth, wondering yet again what Kenneth saw in him.
Josh smiled and tapped Kenneth on the back. “It’s nice to see you again.” He wasn’t going to be ignored completely.
Kenneth turned his head and looked into Josh’s eyes. “Do I know you?” It was a bitchy thing to say: When you met a guy like Josh, you didn’t forget him.
Roland sighed. “This is Josh,” he said. “You met him the other night while we were walking down Bleecker Street.” He knew Kenneth well enough to know when he was faking. His voice took on a sing-song tone, and he became more outrageously affected than usual.
“That’s right. How could I forget?” No sooner had the words left his lips than Kenneth turned his back on Josh again and put his arm through Roland’s. “Come with me,” he said. “There is someone who is dying to see you on the other side of the room.”
Roland looked quickly at Josh. “Go on,” Josh said, smiling. “I’m fine. I’ll get a drink and wait here near the table. Can I get you anything?”
