Pretty Man

by Ryan Field

  Chapter Seven

  The next morning, Roland noticed a distinct pattern was starting to form. When they fell into bed at night, Josh would put on a condom and Roland would turn over on his stomach without saying a word. Then Josh would fuck him in that position until they both came. It was always the last thing they did before closing their eyes and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

  Also familiarly, Roland opened his eyes each morning on his back, pinned to the bed with Josh’s arm across his chest and Josh’s leg over his legs. They both woke with morning erections; and Josh’s was always pressed against Roland’s thigh. Roland liked to lie there quietly for a few minutes, gently rubbing Josh’s shoulder until he opened his eyes, scratched his balls, and loped into the bathroom to pee. Roland couldn’t remember if he’d ever slept like this with Kenneth. Maybe one or two times in the early days of their relationship, he figured, but recalled the only real pattern between them as sleeping on their sides, facing opposite directions.

  Josh rubbed his dick as he came naked out of the bathroom Wednesday morning, and headed downstairs to make coffee.

  “You’d better put on a robe,” Roland called after him. “I’m sure Russell is home by now, and he might scream if he sees that big thing flopping around between your legs.”

  Josh walked back into the room quickly. “I forgot about Russell. I think I’ll wait until you go down to have my coffee.”

  “I’ll just ask Russell to bring some up,” Roland said.

  Josh crossed back toward the bathroom. “Then I’ll take my shower now,” he said. “I’d rather face Russell’s happy face after I’ve brushed my teeth and combed my hair.”

  By the time Josh reemerged from the bathroom, there was a small tray sitting on the bed with a silver carafe of coffee, two mugs, and a plate with four slices of buttered toast. Josh immediately gobbled down all four slices. “I have to keep up my strength so I can fuck you,” he mumbled between bites.

  After breakfast, they went upstairs to Roland’s rooftop living area and sunbathed in the nude. It was one of those rare August days in New York, with bright, clear sunshine and very low humidity. Roland spread sun block all over Josh’s naked body every half hour. Josh was only too happy to lie back and let a pair of warm hands lubricate his muscles. Roland didn’t miss a spot either: he spread lotion from the top of Josh’s head all the way down to the tips of his toes. He lingered for a long time between Josh’s legs, carefully massaging the white cream all over his balls. It didn’t take long for Josh to bend Roland over the side of the hot tub, put on another condom, and fuck him right there on the roof.

  When the phone rang at 5:00 p.m., Josh and Roland were asleep on a double-wide lounge chair under an awning near the hot tub. Roland jumped up and reached for the phone. “Hullooo?” he rasped. He nodded his head up and down a few times, thanked the caller, and hung up. “That was the doctor. The tests came back negative—we’re both fine.”

  Josh smiled. “I knew we would be.” He turned to his side and reached between Roland’s legs. “I’m gonna fuck you raw now.”

  Roland stood up and laughed. “We don’t have time for any fucking right now,” he said. “We have to go downstairs and get dressed for Black Tie Bingo tonight. It’s already after 5:00, and we have to leave by 6:30.”

  Josh frowned. “What exactly is Black Tie Bingo, anyway?” he moaned. His dick was already semi-erect; he grabbed it and pointed it toward Roland.

  “It’s an annual fundraising event I started 20 years ago to help finance the Ashley Foundation. It’s not really formal; people come dressed sort of campy-formal and play bingo. We’re going to wear white dinner jackets, tacky aubergine clip-on bow ties with matching cummerbunds and faded jeans.”

  Josh lowered his eyebrows and shrugged. “It actually sounds like fun. But what the fuck is aubergine?”

  Roland laughed. “Dark purple, like an eggplant.”

  * * *

  Josh was dressed and sitting in a chair watching the 6:00 news a full 30 minutes before Roland was ready. He couldn’t seem to get his hair right, and his face looked a little too red from the sun. Bronzer looked too dark and fake, and Roland had to scrub his face all over again. He tried some powder, but it looked too matte and light. He scrubbed his face again. Josh poked his head into the bathroom around 6:15. “You almost ready, Buddy?”

  Roland’s hair was done, his face was as good as it was going to get, and he was had everything on except his pants. “I just have to put on my jeans,” he said. He looked up at Josh for a moment and smiled. He had on a new pair of faded jeans they’d just bought the previous weekend and his face was a smooth golden-brown from the sun. “You look wonderful tonight,” Roland said.

  “So do you,” Josh replied, looking down at his watch. “But you need to speed things up.”

  “I still haven’t decided which jeans to wear,” Roland said. “We might be a few minutes late.”

  Josh looked at his watch again. “I have an idea.” He ran into the bedroom. When Josh returned a second later, he held up his old, ripped jeans. “Wear these. I think they’ll look really hot on you.”

  Roland hesitated before taking the jeans and trying them on. They were a little loose, but not a bad fit at all. There was a huge, frayed hole on the right leg just below his crotch, another long, frayed tear down the thigh of his left leg, and in the back, right below his ass, there was huge rip on the right. “I don’t know,” Roland said, lifting the white dinner jacket higher, “You can almost see my ass in these jeans. My entire left thigh is exposed all the way up to my balls.”

  “You look hot,” Josh said. He checked out Roland’s ass in the mirror. “And you did say this is supposed to be campy formal. This is pretty damn campy, if you ask me.”

  Roland shrugged and looked into the mirror again. Campy and slutty, he mused. “Ah, well, what the hell.”

  Russell was waiting for them on the street with the car. He took one look at Roland and opened his eyes wide, then stepped back and pressed his palm to his lips to conceal a huge grin.

  “Don’t laugh, Russell,” Roland said, looking down at his exposed thigh. “I’m allowed to have a little fun once in a while.”

  “Yes, you are,” Russell chuckled. “I’m glad you’re finally doing it.” He turned to Josh. “You look nice, too.” It was the first nice thing Russell had said to Josh.

  Josh blinked a few times and shook his head. He smiled and punched Russell in the shoulder. “Thanks, Dude.”

  Russell looked up to the sky and shook his head. “You’re quite welcome, ah, dude.” He turned to hand the car keys to Roland.

  “Give them to Josh,” Roland said. “He’s a much better driver than I am.”

  Josh took a deep breath and sighed. “I’ll have him back before midnight,” he said, taking the keys from Russell.

  * * *

  Black Tie Bingo was held in a rented banquet room in Brooklyn Heights. Roland would have preferred it in Manhattan—especially when they got stuck in traffic for 20 minutes—but Brooklyn was the trendy place to be, thanks to the celebrities buying brownstones. The men left the car with a valet and headed inside.

  Old friends and important contributors to the Ashley Foundation stopped talking in mid-sentence so they could shake Roland’s hand as he and Josh walked around. When they looked down and saw his naked flesh through the ripped jeans, their eyes grew wide and they smiled. One middle-aged woman wearing an outrageous tattersall ball gown and black boa said he’d never looked more radiant, and one older gay man actually patted him on the ass a few times. Roland smiled and continued walking. The attention he usually received at events like this was conservative and stuffy. People tended to compliment him politely, but never crossed the line of familiarity. Josh smiled and flirted with the drag queens working the event. One of them was taller than six feet, wore a huge red wig, and called him “The Brokeback Mountain Boy.” She led them to their reserved table in the front of the room, near the bingo caller.

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sp; Everyone else was already there: Kenneth and Marty, and a group of other gay couples Roland knew from his weekend home in Bucks County. He quickly introduced Josh to everyone and they all stood up to hug and kiss them both on the cheek. Josh was the best-looking guy in the room. Roland smiled so wide his gums were visible.

  Kenneth walked up behind Roland, grabbed his shoulders, and spun him around. “Doll, what the hell are you wearing?”

  Roland hugged him. “These belong to Josh. I borrowed them.”

  Kenneth smiled. “How sweet. You share clothes, too.”

  Josh reached over Roland’s shoulder and tapped Kenneth on the arm. “Nice to see you, Buddy.”

  Kenneth’s plucked eyebrows arched high. “You too, Buddy.” He rolled his eyes. Kenneth considered himself refined, with superior taste and good breeding. Never mind that he came from very humble beginnings in New Jersey, that he’d barely graduated from high school, or that his taste in clothing resembled that of a dancing queen from l975. To Black Tie Bingo he wore a navy double-breasted blazer with a sparkling emblem on the pocket and white dress slacks, which actually looked less campy than one of his usual outfits. But the blazer was too small and it pulled when he buttoned it at the waist.

  Roland’s other friends from Pennsylvania got along well with Josh that night. The conversation at their table was level, and time passed quickly. Betty Ann and Sue thought he was adorable, Mike and Steve couldn’t get over how familiar he looked, and Jim and John laughed at all his jokes. Everyone seemed so happy to see Roland so animated, and with someone so unpretentious and sincere. Everyone but Kenneth. He ignored Josh for the rest of the night. He and Marty were sitting directly across the table from Roland and Josh, but when he spoke, he looked only at Roland and said things like, “Doll, do you remember the first Black Tie Bingo we went to? That must have been over 20 years ago, Doll.” Then he would turn to Marty and tell him a story about his past life with Roland. Marty would nod and smile and look down at his bingo sheet, pretending to be interested.

  Kenneth kept repeating, “Doll, we had some good times. Doll, we were good together.” His deep, hollow voice often rose above the bingo caller, and people in the back of the room shouted for him to be quiet. One woman actually stood and yelled, “Shut up already, Doll. I’m waiting for a number and I can’t hear the caller.” And a few people applauded her.

  Roland smiled all night, wishing there were a trap door under Kenneth’s chair. At the end of the evening, just as they were about to the call the jackpot, Josh leaned over. “In a little while,” he whispered to Roland, loud enough for Marty and Kenneth to hear, “I’m going to tag your ass raw.” Marty looked up from his bingo sheet and smiled (his first smile all night), but Kenneth’s hand started to shake and he dropped his red and white bingo blotter on the floor.

  Before Kenneth had a chance to bend down and pick it up, the emcee called G 55. “Bingo!” Josh shouted. He stood from the table and waved his yellow bingo sheet in the air.

  The caller stopped the game to check Josh’s bingo sheet. Kenneth kept repeating, “Doll, I was only waiting for three numbers. You know that, Doll; just three numbers and that jackpot would have been mine.” He was telling this to Roland, not Marty; but Roland stared at Josh the entire time. And when they officially pronounced Josh the winner of the $2,000 jackpot, everyone else at the table applauded him except Kenneth.

  Roland put his arm around him. “Good for you,” he said. “I’m glad you won.” He knew how much Josh could use the money. Josh smiled and shook his head in disbelief.

  “I’ve never won anything in my life,” he said to Roland. “It’s too bad I can’t keep it.” He turned to the man who had just checked his numbers. “I’d like to donate the money back to the Ashley Foundation.”

  “Are you sure about this?” Roland interrupted. “You won the money fair and square.” Josh looked at him and shrugged. “It’s killing me, but it’s the right thing to do. Life is like a boomerang; shit always comes back to you if you don’t do the right thing.” When the caller announced that he was donating the money back, everyone in the room stood to applaud. Roland leaned over, put his arm around Josh’s wide shoulders, and whispered, “That was very well done, Sir. I have an extra special surprise for you later tonight.”

  Josh smiled. “You call me ‘sir’ like that again, and I’ll bend you over the table right now.”

  Kenneth clenched his fists and stood. “Are we going out somewhere now?” He glared and gritted his teeth. It was nearly midnight. The other couples at the table declined. Betty Ann and Sue had to go back to Pennsylvania because they had dogs, and the other four guys were exhausted.

  “We’re going home, too,” Roland said. “It’s been a long day.”

  Josh put his hand on the small of Roland’s back and yawned. “Yeah, we’re going to bed.” He lowered his hand and ran it up through the hole in Roland’s jeans so he could squeeze his ass in front of Kenneth. Roland didn’t flinch.

  * * *

  Josh removed his clothes the minute they were back in Roland’s bedroom. Roland headed for the bathroom first. He’d hidden his purchases from the sex shop in the linen closet because he wanted to surprise Josh. He stripped completely, then reached into the bag and pulled out the leash and collar, two black leather garter belts, cock rings, and black leather mask. He put the garter belts on first, then wrapped the collar around his neck. When he snapped the cock ring around his dick and balls, he already had a semi-erection—the garters made him harder. The black leather mask was tricky: It was designed like a hospital mask to cover the lower half of his face, with two small openings for his nostrils and another for his mouth. The opening at the mouth was lined with thick black latex, and the hole was very small; but it stretched to accommodate any size dick. Roland fastened it tightly at the back of his head with four long strings so it wouldn’t fall off when Josh shoved his big dick into the small latex hole.

  When the mask was secure, Roland picked up a tube of lubricant and slowly stepped out of the bathroom. Josh was sitting up in bed, his back propped against two pillows, watching television naked. When he looked up and saw Roland wearing all this leather gear, his eyes glazed over. Josh grabbed his dick with one hand and switched off the TV with the other. He patted the bed. “C’mere and sit on my lap so I can do indecent things to you.”

  Roland smiled behind the mask and crossed the room. He climbed up on the foot of the bed, his legs spread wide and his back completely arched. Then he placed his hands on Josh’s ankles and slowly crawled forward, running his palms gently up Josh’s legs.

  When his head was above Josh’s crotch, Josh reached down and grabbed Roland’s face with both hands. He examined the black leather mask for a few seconds and inserted his finger through the tight black latex. Roland opened his mouth and sucked the finger inside, gently massaging Josh’s balls with his right hand. Roland pulled his head back a moment later and wrapped the other black cock ring around Josh’s ball sack and cock. He snapped it tightly. The colossal erection swelled and the head became shiny.

  Josh pressed his palm to the top of Roland’s head and closed his eyes. “Suck my dick.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Roland said. His voice sounded weak and muffled because of the mask. Josh moaned when the black latex touched the tip of his dick. Roland wrapped his fingers lightly around the shaft, pointed the head toward his mouth, and shoved it past the latex opening. He lowered his head and worked the entire shaft through the latex and past his warm, wet tongue. Josh’s great, muscular body jumped and gyrated as Roland’s head went up and down faster; his balls grew tight and his toes curled back. He grabbed both sides of Roland’s head and tried to slow down the sucking, but Roland only moved his head up and down faster. He was breathing through his nose and jerking his own dick.

  When he was just about ready to blow his load down Roland’s throat, Josh clenched the sides of Roland’s head and yanked his dick out of the mask with a loud snap. “Get up on your knees in the middle of the be
d and spread your legs,” he said. “I have an idea.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Josh untied the mask and pulled it from Roland’s face before pushing him forward and pressing the black mask up against his ass. Roland’s skin was soft and tan from the sun. Josh ran his fingertips up and down a few times. “Your skin is so fucking smooth.”

  “Fuck me, Sir,” Roland said.

  Josh bit his bottom lip and tied the strings of the mask around Roland’s pelvis so it would cover his ass and the mouth opening would be directly over his hole. Josh tied it tightly in a bow and tugged a few times to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. Roland leaned forward and lifted his ass higher so Josh wouldn’t have to struggle to get inside. Josh wet his middle finger, shoved it into the latex opening, and probed for Roland’s hole. He found it and shoved inside. Roland’s head went back. “Fuck me now,” he moaned.

  “You want some big dick, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Roland begged. “I want big dick now, Sir.”

  Josh pulled out his finger and reached for the lube at the end of the bed where Roland left it. He lathered the clear jelly up and down the shaft and pressed the head to the latex opening. “I’m gonna fuck you raw now, baby. No condoms: just my dick in that tight hole.” He shoved his erection through the latex and into Roland’s hole with one quick thrust. “You like it raw, don’t you? You like big, dirty, raw cock in your hole?”

  “Yes, Sir!” Roland cried. “Fuck me raw with that big, young cock.”

  Josh slammed his ass hard. “That’s right, baby, you’re gonna get fucked with big, young cock tonight.” He bucked his slim hips and rammed in and out. The black latex made suction noises that reminded Roland of pumping air into a bicycle tire.

  “Fuck me with that strong, young cock,” Roland begged. His eyes rolled. He hadn’t been fucked raw in so long he’d forgotten how the lips of his hole felt against the skin of a man’s penis; and a penis as large and thick as Josh’s made it all the better.