by John Charles
Tears flowed down Lance's face as he listened to his mother. She could always make him feel better no matter the problem. But this was more. His friends knew he was gay but no one ever made a big deal about it. Now he was publicly outed in a vicious way. "What do I do now? Everyone's going to think I'm a fag."
Emily could see the fear in her son's eyes. "You do exactly the same thing tomorrow as you do every day. You stand tall, stay open minded, continue to be who you are and those people who call you friend will continue to be your friends or they won't. Either way, you are better off. If some walk away, then you didn't need them in your life. Those that stand with you will make your friendship stronger."
True to her words, the storm lasted only a few more days. His friends stayed. The guy who called him a fag became persona non grata, and life continued.
"So, does he want to go out again?" Lance was dragged out of his thoughts by his mother's question.
"Yup, we're meeting for dinner tonight, so I've got to get home and shower. See you tomorrow." Lance placed a kiss on Emily's cheek and ran to his truck.
Chapter 5
During the twenty-minute drive to his home, Lance rewound the first time he and Forrest met, the amazing sex they shared, and the look on his face earlier today. His nerves were wound so tight he thought he'd burst.
He removed his clothes and climbed into the shower. He was hard from the thought of being with Forrest again. If he continued thinking like this, he'd never be able to get dressed, so he tried to think about the projects he had to finish, the homely older woman who wanted an estimate to clean an antique table, and how she kept putting her hand on his back. That thought sent shivers down his spine and helped him relax.
Shower finished, he stood at the door to his closet looking aimlessly at his clothes. What should I wear? Should I get dressed up or go in jeans? "Damn," he said to the open closet, "If I get this messed up just going to dinner with him, what will it be like if we actually started dating?" His laughter sounded more like a scowl. "He's not going to date me; we have nothing in common besides the sex."
He pulled several pairs of pants from the closet only to return them shaking his head. His collection of shirts was more of the same. Damn I need to get some nicer clothes. He rarely dressed up and didn't have a suit, but he felt as if he should look his best. He pulled on his newest pair of jeans and a sharp burgundy button down shirt. "This will have to do," he said as he stuffed his sore and tired feet into his boots.
Looking in the mirror over the bathroom sink, he smiled. He brushed his hair, straightened his shirt, and then let out a long sigh. Who was he kidding? Forrest is just looking for more hot sex.
The drive to Mama's took about fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes of nerves and a continuing negative commentary about ever getting something more than a hook-up. He sat in his car for another ten minutes trying to calm down. When he felt his nerves were as calm as they would be, he opened the door and walked the short distance to the restaurant.
Mamas is a great family restaurant just off the strip in Amity. Mama, as she prefers to be called, makes everything from fresh produce and free-range meats. When Lance arrived, he saw Forrest standing near the door. He walked along the line of people waiting for tables, feeling guilty as he did. "We have a lengthy wait. Do you want to go someplace different?"
"I called ahead. We have a table." Lance felt chills run down his spine when Forrest placed a hand on his back and led him through the door. These chills however, did the opposite of what the old lady's hand did. He was rock hard in seconds and hoped no one saw his excitement.
Forrest's name was on the reservations list with his request for a quiet corner table. Once seated, he suggested they order a carafe of wine and enjoy an appetizer sampler. Lance agreed. The server took their order and left them alone.
"You mentioned earlier that you often work the estate sales. Is it as rewarding as it seemed today?"
Thankful for the opportunity to talk about work, Lance relaxed a bit and told Forrest how he got started working for his mother. "When I was younger, she had me hustling like an ordinary laborer, but as I got older and knew what I wanted to do with my life, she started sending people to me for restoration advice."
"Did you get work before you opened your business?"
"Actually I did. Some people knew I was a novice and I felt honored that they let me learn with their purchases." He laughed as he thought about what he just said. "I will admit, most of those original projects were extremely simple so it would have been really hard for me to mess up. But the work continued and once I opened my shop, my name started to get tossed around. Now I have a month long waiting list, which is why I can't start on your hutch immediately."
Forrest had a warm smile as he listened to Lance talk. There was something about the way he shared his early life that said so much about him. He was humble, almost innocent. Forrest felt comfortable with this man sitting across from him. He was startled out of his thoughts when Lance asked, "Tell me about what you do. You said you rarely go out during the week due to your schedule. What keeps you so busy?"
Knowing he and Lance were in very different worlds, Forrest took the simpler road. "I'm an architect and we always have deadlines. So I try to work during the week and only play on weekends." The server brought the wine and appetizer sampler saving him from further explanation.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, each in their own thoughts. Lance was a lot more relaxed than he thought possible. He was having dinner with an architect who enjoyed hearing about restoration projects and estate sales. While his nerves were more relaxed, his lust was not. Forrest wore casual grey slacks. His blue dress shirt looked crisp, as if it had just been ironed; the sleeves were rolled up exposing his lower arms. The fine blond hair on his arms highlighted the muscular body hidden beneath his clothes. Had Lance not already seen what he looked like naked, his lust would have been several notches higher than it was.
That he had already seen Forrest naked, and had sampled what it was like to be in bed with this hot man, caused his heart to race. "What type of architecture do you do? Do you work on homes or office buildings, or… I'm sorry; I don't know much about architecture other than what I see on HGTV or DIY channels."
Forrest put his fork down, took a sip of wine and sat back in his chair. He liked Lance and wondered how to explain that he designed cities, not homes or buildings. Surely, this wonderful man would feel out of place, but it would come out eventually. "I guess you can say I do some of both. I design more than just a building or home. I design the entire area that the buildings and homes sit on. Have you heard of a city planner before?"
"Sure. Aren't they the people who decide what to build when they expand a city or tear down old buildings?"
"Something like that, but it's a bit more involved. I work with city planners to design what a city will look like, how the streets will flow, and what the buildings will convey when people look at them. My title is City Design Architect." Forrest sat back again wondering if Lance would feel overwhelmed by the description of his job.
Lance was overwhelmed! He knew Forrest was more than a simple homebuilder, but had no idea he designed entire cities. How the hell is this guy going to want to be in my company when I don't even understand half of what he just said? "I can't even imagine designing a city. I sometimes look at new buildings going up and wonder who could imagine them. Some are amazing, while others seem so out of place. So I guess if someone like you designed the entire city, all the buildings would look as if they really fit."
Forrest could see the nerves pulsing in Lance's neck as he tried to understand what he was saying. "You've got the idea correct. City planners want everything to fit in, to look as it was planned that way, and to work within the overall constraints of the cities resources."
They ate for a few minutes not saying a word when Forrest placed his hand onto Lance's. That got the man's attention. As Lance looked into Forrest's eyes, he saw something more than lu
st. He saw a warmth that said, I don't care if you dig ditches, let's just go with this.
"Listen, we each have our specialties. There is no way I could restore a piece of furniture, nor do I want to. I am an architect and I love what I do. You are a hands-on artist that loves what you do. Let's just enjoy the night and each other's company. Can we do that?"
They continued the discussion of architecture and furniture restoration. They found each had a favorite sport they followed, and foods they enjoyed. By the time their dinner was finished it seemed as if they had a lot more in common than they originally thought. Once again, Forrest put his hand on Lance's. "It's not too late. Want to go back to my place?"
Lance swallowed hard. He did want to go to Forrest's home, wanted to have this hot man in bed again, and wondered where this might be going. "Yeah, I'd like that, but I do have to work tomorrow so we can't make it a late night. My mother will have my balls in a vice if I don't show up on time," he laughed as he looked into Forrest's brilliant emerald green eyes.
"Follow me, I live a few blocks from here." Lance followed the white Honda as they navigated through the streets of Amity to the North End where Forrest lived. He was nervous again. The North End was considered a hot spot for the up and coming professional class. Homes never sat on the market. Most were snatched up the same day they were listed for sale. Bidding wars were the norm for homes in this area. The buyers would put hundreds of thousands of dollars into them, converting the old home into a mini-mansion. Some were turned into condominiums to offset the cost of renovations, while others were made into extravagant single-family homes.
From the outside, Forrest's home looked like a single-family home. Lance was surprised to hear that it was originally three apartments. The building had been renovated to give it the look and feel of opulence. The front door was solid wood with a stained glass window in the upper half. The stairs were shiny oak with carpet tread liners to soften the sound of feet as you climbed.
Forrest's apartment was no different. They entered into a spacious hallway that led to the great room. "This was three separate rooms. During the renovations, the walls were removed making it into one multi-purpose room. Now I can be in the kitchen and still watch TV or talk with my guests. Before, everything felt separate. It gave me the feeling of being apart from my guests."
The furniture was masculine. Two leather couches flanked a leather recliner and tables. The walls were painted a light grey, which gave the room an aire of wealth. Several well placed paintings hung on the wall behind the couches. Even the area rug had the look of elegance. It probably cost more than all the furniture in Lance's apartment. His nerves were pitching even higher than at the restaurant.
Forrest took two bottles of beer from the fridge, handed one to Lance and screwed off the top of his own. Taking a long swig, he let the cool liquid flow down his throat as he watched Lance do the same. He saw how nervous Lance looked and watched as he downed most of the bottle in one swallow. He had to get him to relax.
Without hesitation, Forrest retrieved two more bottles of beer. He handed one to Lance and put the other on the counter. When Lance had half the bottle finished, Forest moved behind him, wrapped both arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "I want more than a hand job tonight, Lance." He pushed his crotch into Lance as he pulled the man closer to his body. "Can you feel me? I want you and I'm going to take what I want this time."
Lance was high on nerves and lust as he listened to Forrest tell him what he was going to do to him. His head lay against Forrest's chest as he felt his body being controlled. Forrest kept the chatter going as he rubbed his erection against Lance's ass. When Lance felt Forest unbuttoning his shirt, he moaned with anticipation.
Chapter 6
Lance awoke with a start. He was lying in a strange bed and it felt as if someone was sucking his cock. At first, he thought he was still dreaming, dreaming of the amazing night he had with Forrest. But his body told him this was not a dream, it was the real thing. Forrest was an expert at bringing pleasure to Lance. His lips, tongue, and throat were the perfect match to Lance's sexual fantasies.
"Oh God. I've never had anyone wake me like this." Lance opened his eyes to see Forrest's emerald green eyes staring back at him. He ran his fingers through Forrest's blond hair receiving moans of appreciation, moans that vibrated along his erection giving him even further reason to moan.
Forrest used one hand to pinch Lance's nipples as the other found its way to his rosebud. He had lubed his finger seconds prior to Lance awakening. He teased Lance's opening driving the now fully awake man crazy. Pushing in to the second knuckle and finding that hot spot always gave Forrest a thrill. He loved how he could make a grown man cry with lust and he was certainly succeeding with the man under him right now.
"I don't want to cum, it feels too good to end," cried Lance as Forrest continued working him like a fine tuned instrument. "I need you in me again, please." Lance was shaking with lust. Both fists were now grasping hands full of the sheets beneath him. His head was flopping back and forth, as Forrest continued to finger fuck him, suck his cock, and tease his hard nipples. When he felt Forrest insert a second then third finger into his hot aching channel, he almost lost it. He shuddered, bit his hand, and literally cried from the pleasure overload.
Forrest had already sheathed his cock and was prepared for this moment. He quickly removed his fingers, lifted Lance's legs to his shoulders and in one smooth motion sank fully into him. Lance froze from the sudden intrusion. Forrest was big, bigger than any man he had been with in the past, and even opened with three fingers, he felt the invader as it rammed into his body.
They held eye contact as Forrest pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside Lance, and then he slammed back, driving him hard. He had learned that this big, strong man, needed it hard, needed it with force, wanted to be had, not gentle loving, but hard fucking. And Forrest was prepared to give him exactly what he wanted, what he needed, what he craved.
Sweat dripped from his body as he pounded the man beneath him. Lance wrapped his muscular legs around the slender body above him, used his ankles to pull him tight, and dragged Forrest down for a kiss that drove both men to even higher peaks of lust. They were shaking as they neared climax. Lance came first with a scream, only muffled by Forrest's mouth on his.
Forrest pulled back to watch the man shoot his hot load on both of their chests. Lance surprised him with the amount he shot, more than enough for two men. Forrest's climax followed only seconds later with a heart stopping rush that grew from his toes, traveled his spine, and took his breath away. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't remember anyone who had giving him such pleasure as this man lying under him.
His arms couldn't hold him for another second. He fell onto Lance, trying to catch his breath, trying to bring his body and mind back from the bliss he just received. He felt arms encase him, lips touch his neck, hands roam down his back, and legs wrap his, as afterglow sleep took him into darkness.
A short while later Forrest felt himself being rolled onto his side. With the effort of an exhausted laborer, he moaned and tried to pull Lance into his arms. "I'd like nothing better than to stay here with you all weekend, but I have to get going. I never intended to spend the night. Now I have to get moving or I'll be late and that doesn't sit well with mother." As Lance sat up, Forrest struggled to his feet.
"Come on; let's shower so you don't smell of hot sex all day." He guided Lance to the bathroom. Both men wanted more of each other and found it hard to concentrate on bathing. Knowing that Lance had to get home, Forrest kept them on track. "If we start anything now, your mother will have not only your head, she'll have my ass. And frankly I'd like to keep that for this," he said as he grabbed Lance's cock dragging him from the shower.
They toweled each other dry, kissed, and hugged. As Lance made his way to the couch where he left his clothes, his toes curled into the thick white carpet under his feet. I could get used to this. He dressed and stoo
d looking at the still naked man who had brought him so much pleasure. "Will I see you again?" he asked wondering if there could be more than hook-up sex between them.
"I'd like that, but please understand that my life is hectic. Weekends are often open, but not always," said Forrest as he pulled Lance into a hug. Their lips were so close they shared the same air.
Lance was overwhelmed by all of this. He wanted Forrest, yet knew this man was so far out of his league. "Can I call you during the week? If we can't meet up, maybe we could talk and get to know each other."
Forrest pulled back a little, looked into Lance's eyes and saw a yearning, a yearning that told him the man was scared and uncertain. "You have my number. Understand I may not be able to talk but I will tell you when I'm free." He pulled Lance into a passionate kiss, and held him for a minute. Then he pushed away and walked Lance to the door. "Go home and get changed for work. Don't give your mother any reasons to want to kick my ass."
After Lance left, Forrest leaned against the closed door. I could get used to him in my life. Can he get used to me? With a sigh, he pushed off the door and made his way back to bed only to lay with the smell of sex with Lance fresh on the sheets. He was hard in seconds. Damn, this is going to be difficult.
The sun was rising over the horizon as Lance made his way back to the crappy side of Amity. His apartment certainly was shabby when compared to the one he just left. His mind raced as he drove, wondering how this could have a happy ending. They were two very different people from two very different worlds. Though he was successful, Lance didn't make nearly as much money as Forest did.
When he arrived at his apartment, he sighed, opened his door, and quickly changed into something suitable for the Alberts estate sale. Checking his appearance in his little bathroom mirror, he left anticipating another long day. On the way to Monroe, his stomach grumbled reminding him that he hadn't eaten since last night. Though he hated the idea of fast food, he needed to eat something. Even the drive through window smelled of fat and greasy French Fries. He ordered two egg sandwiches, coffee, and hash browns, paid, and continued his drive. Eating on the way and being careful to keep his shirt clean, Lance remembered the last twenty-four hours. Forrest was the perfect host and went out of his way to make certain that Lance was enjoying himself. When they arrived at Forrest's home, Lance was nervous but Forrest quelled his nerves with ease. It almost seemed that Forrest anticipated his every feeling and had the solution before Lance even felt it.
