Pretty Man

by Ryan Field

  Roland’s heart raced. The half-eaten California roll in front of him made his stomach churn. “Ah, well. I wouldn’t want to see that happen. I worked hard to build that business. Half of my life was spent there. My grandfather started it back in the 1940s with $500 in the bank.”

  When the waiter took their plates, Donna and Roland ordered coffee and talked on a more personal basis. He smiled when she told him she was a single mother of a five-year-old boy, emphasizing she’d never been married. Roland’s stomach stopped tugging and churning when she said she lived on Perry Street in the Village not far from where he lived. And Roland actually laughed out loud when she admitted that her Manolo Blahniks were killing her feet that day and she wished she were wearing vinyl mules like her mother in the Bronx. Roland liked this woman.

  Roland was surprised when he looked at his watch and read that it was 4:00 p.m. He thought about Josh waiting for him at the bookstore and fantasized briefly about sucking on Josh’s balls. “Donna,” he said, “I enjoyed this lunch more than I thought I would. But I have to think this over and get back to you.” He stood. “Are we talking about a specific time frame here?”

  Donna stood and smoothed out her gray skirt. “Take as long as you want to think it over. This is a big decision, and no one is rushing you. If you decide to take on the job, we’d like to have you for at least five years. But, we can talk all that over later. Take all the time you want.” he raised her hands in the air and shrugged her shoulders.

  “I will decide by this time next week,” Roland said. “I like to make good, fast decisions, and I won’t waste your time.”

  Donna reached out to shake his hand again. “I really would look forward to working with you. I think we’d make a good team.”

  Roland rubbed his jaw. “Wouldn’t this be a little awkward for you though? I mean, you’ve been running things alone since I’ve been gone.”

  “My job title doesn’t change,” Donna said. “I’m still making the same salary. And frankly, I really like what I do and I’m a huge fan of the product line. I can probably learn a great deal from you, too.”

  “Are you kissing up to me?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said, laughing, “Big time.”

  Roland left the restaurant and hailed a cab. When he reached the bookstore on Bleecker Street, it was almost 4:30 p.m. He quietly crossed through the entrance of the store with his hands in his pockets. Josh stood behind the counter with Hillary. She was making change for an elderly woman and Josh was putting an old book into a white plastic bag with “Thank You” written across the front in red letters. Roland lingered at a table near the entrance so he wouldn’t interrupt their sale. When the woman picked up the bag and left, Josh looked up and smiled. “How was your lunch?”

  Roland grinned and walked toward the counter. “Unexpectedly good,” he said. “Better than expected.” He didn’t want to go into details. Hillary was still staring into the cash register, pretending to count money. She wore a plain white camisole, tailored black slacks with peg legs and the black ballerina slippers. Her hair was up in a simple French twist and she had one little, white pearl in each ear. Roland leaned forward, practically putting his face in hers. “Nice to see you, Hillary.”

  She closed the cash register and lifted her head. “Nice to see you, too.” She stepped back and leaned into the wall, crossing her legs at the ankle and folding her arms across her chest.

  “I hope I’m not keeping Josh from his work this week,” Roland said. It occurred to him that maybe Hillary gritted her teeth because Josh had to take time off that week. Maybe she’d had to rearrange her plans.

  She sighed. “I can handle things. Besides, it’s only a week; and by this time next week you’ll be gone and everything will be back to normal.” Her eyebrows were lowered and she lifted her chin defiantly.

  Roland stared down at the counter for a moment and sighed. She clearly despised him, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. He considered telling her there was a chance he wouldn’t be gone.

  “I’m going to get moving, Hil.” Josh said, coming out from behind the counter. “Do you need anything before I leave?” His voice was animated and he bounced back and forth on his feet as if he felt guilty about something.

  “I’m fine,” Hillary said, and leaned forward to kiss Josh on the cheek.

  Roland looked up and noticed a photo of Hillary and a small boy hanging over the cash register. It must have been taken during Halloween: The boy wore a Spiderman costume and carried a plastic pumpkin. “Good seeing you, Hillary,” Roland said on his way out the door.

  “Likewise,” she said, and turned back to the cash register.

  Roland shook his head once he and Josh reached the street. “She really hates my guts.”

  “She doesn’t trust you,” Josh said. “And she thinks our arrangement this week is inappropriate. She knows I hustle part-time for extra cash, and she doesn’t like it much. She’s pragmatic and doesn’t have sex hang-ups, but she doesn’t get our arrangement at all.”

  Roland ignored the comment. “Who is the little boy in the photo over the cash register?”

  “Ah,” Josh said. He took a deep breath. “That’s our son.”

  “Our son?”

  Josh stopped walking and stared at Roland. “Hillary and I were married. We both grew up in the same small town in the Midwest, dated in high school, and I got her pregnant. We’re divorced now, but still good friends and I’m an active part of our son’s life. Hillary is my best friend, and my future business partner with the bookstore.”

  Roland started walking again. He wasn’t totally shocked; he’d known many gay men over the years who had been married to women and then divorced. “Now I see why she doesn’t like me very much,” he said. “At first I thought she was one of those very protective fag hags. But now I see it goes much deeper.”

  “Not really,” Josh said, “She is a protective fag hag. But don’t tell her I said that.” He punched Roland in the arm. “Hillary will be fine. But tonight I have a surprise for you, so we have to go back to your place and take a long nap before my surprise arrives.”

  Roland’s eyebrows went up. “You don’t have to do anything for me. I’m the one who is supposed to be doing things for you.”

  “Don’t worry,” Josh said, “A couple of buddies owe me a favor. I just hope we can get my surprise past Russell. He might not like it very much.”

  “Russell is gone Monday and Tuesday nights,” Roland said, “They’re his days off and he goes upstate to visit his son and daughter-in-law.” He grabbed Josh’s arm. “But I’m serious. You don’t have to feel obligated to do anything for me.”

  “Just relax,” Josh said. “You’ll like this. I promise.”

  * * *

  When the doorbell rang that evening and Roland went downstairs to answer it, he found two rough-looking, attractive young men standing on the steps. They could have been a couple of guys who worked in Roland’s parking garage, or men Roland would see on the street bouncing a basketball. Poor Russell would have had to grab the door handle to keep his balance. One of the guys was olive-skinned, with wild black hair and several tattoos on his forearms. He wore a tight black shirt and baggy jeans. The other guy was a light-skinned African-American with long sideburns, a goatee, and huge diamond studs in his ear. He wore a red tank top that made his chest muscles bulge, and baggy pants.

  Roland’s eyes opened wide. “What can I do for you?” He wrapped his short black bathrobe tighter around his waist. He and Josh had taken a two-hour nap.

  Josh pounded down the stairs in a pair of white boxer shorts. “Hey guys!” he shouted past Roland, “C’mon inside.”

  Roland stepped back as the men entered the black and white marble hallway. The man with the tattoos on his forearms looked Roland up and down, smiled, and ran his palm up the back of Roland’s leg. He squeezed Roland’s ass a couple of times. Roland wasn’t wearing anything under the bathrobe. He jumped back and stared at Josh. “What’s going on?”
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br />   “These are a couple of buddies of mine, Mark and Kent.” Josh pointed to the men as he introduced them. Mark had the tattoos; Kent had the large diamond studs in his ears. “This is my surprise.” His hands were on his hips and he smiled so wide Roland could see his gums. “C’mon guys,” he said, “we’re gonna take turns tagging his ass upstairs.”

  Roland stepped back and watched everyone climb the stairway. Mark looked down at Roland and smiled. Kent reached under Roland’s bathrobe as he passed, placed his large hand on his ass.

  When they were all in the bedroom, Mark and Kent wasted no time removing their clothes. They kicked off their shoes, removed their socks, and dropped their pants in the middle of the room. Mark had a strong, lean body, hairy legs, and a thick cock that bounced up and down when he removed his boxer shorts. Kent was taller, with massive chest muscles and a long, uncircumcised dick that swung back and forth. Roland stared at the gigantic, juicy dick and licked his lips; he hadn’t had an uncut cock in years.

  “Okay guys,” Josh said, holding a handful of condoms, “These are the rules: condoms for fucking, and I fuck him last.” He grabbed Roland by the waist, pulled off the bathrobe, and pushed him back against a long marble table. Josh looked down at Roland. “Get up on the table and spread your legs for my buddies.”

  Mark and Kent stared at Roland’s naked body, their dicks fully erect. Kent stepped forward and ran his hand down the side of Roland’s smooth body and rested it at the top of his ass. “Dude, you didn’t say he’d be this sweet,” he said. “I was expecting an old dude. I wanna get in there first.” He grabbed Roland by the waist and lifted him up to the table.

  Roland held Kent’s large bicep tightly for a moment before settling flat on his back across the table. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Roland closed his eyes and arched his back. Josh grabbed Roland’s right ankle. Mark grabbed the left. Josh pressed the tip of his dick to Roland’s lips. “You want my buddies to fuck you now?” he asked. “You want them to take turns tagging your ass?” His voice was low and sultry and mean.

  Roland grabbed Josh’s dick, licked the tip, and nodded. “Yes. I want your buddies to fuck me.” He reached to his right and grabbed Mark’s thick cock. “Fuck me hard.”

  Mark pressed his hairy thighs against the table and pointed his dick toward Roland’s open mouth. Roland stuck out his tongue and sucked the shaft all the way to the back of his throat. He had to stretch his lips as far as they could go to take it all. Mark had large, dark balls that smelled a little like onions and raw meat. Roland closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

  While Roland sucked on Mark and held Josh’s dick in his hand, Kent covered his long brown cock with a red, lubricated condom and pressed the tip to Roland’s soft pink hole. Roland responded by relaxing his sphincter muscle. Kent’s dick slid halfway in without any problems. Kent went deeper, until his wiry, black pubic hairs rubbed against Roland’s soft, pale ass. Roland opened his mouth and gasped.

  “You like the way my buddy fucks?” Josh asked.

  Roland nodded, taking Josh’s cock into his mouth again.

  Kent fucked faster; his long, uncut dick bucking in and out of Roland’s tight hole. His hands were on Roland’s waist and he stared down between Roland’s legs the entire time. Roland took turns sucking on Josh and Mark. Josh’s cock smelled salty and tangy because he hadn’t showered since early that morning, and Mark’s dick was tough to suck because it was so thick. Saliva dripped down Roland’s chin and his jaw ached; but he continued to suck them both, never gagging.

  “I want to get in there now,” Mark said to Kent. “It’s my turn.” His young voice was deep and hoarse, with a heavy Bronx accent.

  Kent pulled out, yanked off the red condom, and switched places with Mark. Roland stuck out his tongue and started licking Kent’s uncut cock while Mark put on a fresh condom.

  “That’s it, buddy,” Josh said to Mark. “Stick that fucking dick inside and bang that ass.”

  Kent and Josh spread Roland’s legs wider. Mark shoved his thick dick in with one quick thrust. Roland was already open and ready to receive; Mark didn’t have to work hard to get it inside.

  “You like the way my buddy Mark fucks?” Josh asked.

  “Oh yeah,” Roland moaned. “Fuck me with that big, thick dick.” He opened his mouth and took Kent’s cock inside. Roland made sure his lips puckered and moved the foreskin back and forth; he wanted to enjoy every inch of the uncut cock.

  Josh reached down and slapped Roland’s ass hard. “C’mon buddy,” he said to Mark. “Fuck harder. He likes it hard and wants more.”

  Mark complied. He was less verbal than Kent had been, and he fucked with his entire body. Roland’s head jerked up and down; Josh and Kent had to hold his ankles tighter and spread his legs wider so he wouldn’t fall of the table. Mark liked to pull his thick cock all the way out and then bang it in hard. Each time he did that, Roland’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

  When Mark was finished banging his ass, he stepped aside to where Josh had been standing and pressed his balls to Roland’s swollen lips. That’s when Josh put on a red condom and started to hammer away. “You like all these guys tagging your hot ass?”

  Roland let Mark’s hairy ball sack slip from his mouth. “Yes,” he gasped. “I love these guys tagging my ass. I want your buddies to fuck me all night.”

  Josh fucked Roland for a long time. “Put your arms around my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist, baby,” he finally said. Then he hoisted Roland up off the table and carried him to the bed.

  Roland knew Josh was strong, but it never occurred to him that Josh was strong enough to carry him across the room. He hung from Josh’s wide shoulders; legs crossed at the ankle. He clamped his sphincter down on Josh’s cock so he wouldn’t slide out while they crossed the room.

  Josh slowly lowered Roland onto the bed and started fucking him again. Roland reached out to hold the other two cocks that had followed him and Josh to the bed, and turned his head so he could lick Mark’s hairy legs while Josh fucked him.

  “Get up on all fours,” Josh said after a few minutes, “so we can take turns fucking you from behind.”

  Josh pulled out and Roland got up on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed. He was surprised they were going to take turns again, but he wanted more. He spread his legs wide and arched his back while the guys put on condoms and stood in line to take turns fucking him. Mark slammed his hole first a few times, then pulled out so Kent could get inside and fuck. When Josh took his turn, he asked, “Do you like how my buddies fuck?” His large hands were pressed against Roland’s ass cheeks and he was biting his bottom lip.

  Roland nodded. “Yeah, guys, fuck me, guys.” His toes curled.

  Roland’s ass felt like it was being split wide open.

  The men continued to take turns tagging Roland for another half hour. They made him feel slutty and naughty, like a fuck toy to be used and discarded. Roland loved it. He liked the way Mark’s thick cock rubbed against the lips of his hole, and he clutched the sheets when Kent’s long, uncut dick hit his prostate. But Josh was still the best fuck and clearly the man in charge.

  After Josh took the last turn, he said, “Okay guys, up on the bed.”

  Roland went on his back again while the guys pulled off their condoms. Mark got up on the bed and kneeled over him on the left, Kent on the right. Josh kneeled over Roland’s head, lowered his balls to Roland’s mouth, and said, “Now suck my balls while the guys jerk off all over your body.”

  Roland opened his mouth, sucked Josh’s huge ball sack past his lips, and grabbed his own cock so he could jerk off, too. He pressed one palm to Mark’s hairy thigh and rubbed it up and down. It didn’t take long for them to come. While Josh’s balls were stuffed into Roland’s mouth, Josh blew his load all over Roland’s stomach. Mark came next; closing his eyes, tugging his dick hard, and shooting all over Roland’s neck. Kent came seconds later, depositing his load on Roland’s left nipp
le. When Josh jerked out a few final drops of juice, they landed on Roland’s chin. He pushed Josh’s balls out of his mouth so he could suck the head of Josh’s cock dry. There wasn’t much left, but he managed to suck out a few sweet drops. And while he was sucking Josh’s dick, he finally climaxed all over his stomach.

  Roland’s arms went limp and he sighed. “Okay guys,” Josh said. “Help me get him into the shower.” Roland’s eyes opened wide and he raised his hands in the air. Josh reached under his arms, Mark and Kent grabbed his legs, and they carried him into the bathroom. They placed him in the middle of the shower stall under the hot water and rubbed washcloths all over his body. Roland stretched his arms all the way to the ceiling and arched his back while they lathered and cleansed his body. Their hands were rough and strong. They pinned him to the marble wall and massaged his body from head to toe. Then Roland soaped them up, too, and made sure they all had clean, fresh dicks before the shower ended.

  When the guys were finally dressed and ready to leave, Roland thanked them and Josh walked them downstairs. Roland stretched out across the bed on his stomach and waited for Josh to return. He clomped back up the stairs in his underwear a minute later, smiling and out of breath. “Did you like my surprise?”

  “Oh yeah,” Roland said. “I may not be able to walk for a while, but I liked it.” He hesitated. “But you were the best. They are both really hot, good-looking guys, but there’s something really wonderful about the way you do things in bed. It’s like you’re the perfect fit.”

  Chapter Six

  Roland called the doctor Tuesday afternoon to see if the blood test results were back yet. Josh fussed around in the kitchen (he could be all thumbs when it came to the simplest things), trying to figure out the old-fashioned stovetop coffee pot that Russell refused to discard.

  “They didn’t come in yet,” Roland said, tossing the phone onto the counter. “But he said they would definitely be in by late tomorrow morning.”