Satisfaction Guaranteed

by Samantha M. Derr

"Mmmm. Nice thought."

  "I won't keep you. I know you have to get to work. Have a good day. I'll talk to you later and see you on Friday."

  They did talk later—and the next day, and the next, and then it was Friday. They met at Bodacious Burgers. Todd ordered a bleu cheese and bacon burger. Barry picked a salsa and cheddar burger with cilantro. They sat at a small table for two and held hands whenever they weren't using both hands to eat.

  Todd appreciated the opportunity to get to know Barry better, and his hopes about this man soared.

  The concert was good but ran late. Both men were unable to stifle repeated yawns. "I don't know about you, but I'm too tired to even think about sex," Barry admitted with regret.

  "Me too. We'd better just each go home."

  "I have an alternative suggestion. Come home with me and spend the night. We won't have the luxury of sleeping in; I have a client coming at nine. But we can snuggle, and we can wake up together."

  "A client? On Saturday?"

  "It happens sometimes. I hadn't even met you yet when I made the appointment."

  The prospect of sharing a bed with Barry appealed to Todd—even if sex wasn't to be part of the package. They went back to Barry's house. When they were ready for bed, they got in together, facing each other, arms and legs intertwined, and kissed not only each other's lips but forehead, neck, and nose. Then Barry said apologetically, "I have to go to sleep. I'm sorry."

  "It's okay, babe. I'm tired too. We'll have plenty of time together. I'm sure of it."

  "Me too," Barry mumbled sleepily. Then he rolled over, snugged his butt into the cleft created by Todd's bent legs, and in less than a minute he was snoring. Todd kissed the back of Barry's neck and contentedly drifted off to sleep himself.

  What with getting to sleep so late, it was almost eight-thirty when Todd awoke. He realized Barry was next to him, still intertwined with him but moving about a bit. Seeing Todd was awake, Barry disentangled his arms and legs from Todd's and apologetically said, "Gotta go to the bathroom."

  "Will you come back to bed?" Todd asked hopefully.

  "Better not," Barry said, sounding regretful. "I've got that client coming at nine, and I don't want our first time to be a quickie. Tomorrow. After dinner after the car show. At your place. I'll stay over."

  "Deal," Todd agreed.

  "I can offer you a quick breakfast, though. Coffee and a bagel, a corn muffin, or an English muffin?"

  "Coffee and a corn muffin, if it's no trouble."

  "It's no trouble. Toasted?"

  "No, thanks."

  "Let me get downstairs and get breakfast going." Barry yanked on a fresh pair of underwear and the pants he had been wearing the night before. He put on a clean polo shirt and a pair of loafers without socks, ran a comb through his hair, and scurried out of the room. Todd got up, used the bathroom, got dressed, combed his hair, and followed his nose, which was tuned in to the smell of freshly brewing coffee coming from the kitchen.

  "So what are your plans for the day?" Barry asked as they drank their coffee, their muffins having already been dispatched.

  "Mostly mundane stuff. Housecleaning. Grocery shopping. I need to take the car in for an oil change. I'll spend some time with my plants—watering, pruning, giving them some TLC..." A smile graced his face at this last thought.

  "You really need to think about opening that plant shop," Barry suggested again.

  "I wish."

  Barry let it drop. Then he heard a car in the driveway. "Oops. My client. And he's blocking your car from leaving." He pushed back his chair hurriedly and strode to the front door, waving to the driver of the newly arrived car to wait a minute.

  Todd took his cue from that and, leaving his plate and coffee mug on the table, he hurried to the door. He wasn't sure about saying goodbye demonstratively to Barry in front of the client, but Barry had no qualms. He kissed Todd unabashedly and then affectionately swatted him on the rump as Todd bounded down the one step to the walkway.

  They talked to each other that night and the next morning, agreeing on where to meet up at the vintage car show. Both men showed up early and they held hands as they wandered among the classic cars that were on display, lingering at the oldest ones. Neither one had much use for the muscle cars from the sixties, but both of them had a fondness for the models from the forties and, especially, the thirties.

  Todd's attention, however, kept being drawn from the cars to Barry. He was still basking in the knowledge that he had found someone special—and he kept wondering if they would be as compatible in bed as they seemed to be in other respects.

  When they'd had their fill of the car show, they returned to their own cars and then drove to Todd's house. Barry followed Todd.

  Todd had laid in a supply of vodka and Collins mix, and he poured them each a drink. Barry browsed Todd's bookshelf with interest. "Yes, find something you like," Todd encouraged him. "I'll be ignoring you while I work on dinner—not yet, but in a while—so it'll be good if you find something to read while I'm in the kitchen."

  Barry selected a book about the English language and its origins and put it aside to read while Todd was unavailable. Then they sat side by side on the sofa, talking and cuddling. After a while, Todd noticed Barry's glass was nearly empty. "Ready for a refill?" he offered.

  "If you don't mind."

  "I'm about ready to start cooking. The potatoes need an hour in the oven, and I have to prepare them first."

  "What kind of potatoes?"

  "Gorgonzola scalloped."

  "Sounds yum. Do you need help in there?"

  "I'm kinda used to doing a solo act in the kitchen. But thanks. You read."

  "Are we having a vegetable?" Barry asked.

  "Something simple. Green peas with pearl onions. And I'm having you for dessert."

  "Can't wait," Barry said with a comical leer on his face. "I'm almost tempted to suggest dessert first."

  "You should have thought of that earlier," Todd said, smiling wryly.

  "Mind if I look through your CDs and put something on?"

  "My house is your house."

  So Todd proceeded into the kitchen, leaving Barry to his own devices. Todd soon heard the strains of the overture to Dear World and smiled. He peeked around the corner and saw Barry making himself at home in the easy chair, and at that he smiled even more broadly. He set to work peeling potatoes, peeling and cleaning shrimp, and doing all the other scut work necessary to preparing a good meal.

  Angela Lansbury's voice on the CD was soon joined by Barry's baritone, singing along, and Todd joined in too. Momentarily abandoning his tasks, he stuck his head around the corner and called out to Barry, "We make a good trio, huh? You, me, and Angela?" Barry looked up, and Todd winked at him.

  "I dunno, but I'm sure you and I make a good pair," was Barry's response. Todd's heart glowed as he returned to his kitchen chores.

  When the shrimp and the potatoes were in the oven, Todd returned to the living room. Barry put down the book, got up, and rejoined Todd on the sofa. "Tell me more about Colin," Todd requested.

  "We had a good relationship. Really the only reason we broke up was that he moved for a better job opportunity. He offered for me to come with him, but I have a thriving accountancy practice, I have my house—"

  "You own it? You're not renting?"

  "Correct. Anyhow, I could sell the house, but I couldn't see starting to grow a practice all over again in another city, and I damn well am not going to work for someone else."

  "Are you and Colin still in touch?"

  "Not really, except for the card I got on my last birthday. We both agreed a clean break would be less painful." He exhaled sharply. "But now I have you, and the pain is disappearing really fast." Their lips met, and they kissed.

  "Tell me your greatest wish," Todd prompted when their mouths separated from each other again.

  Barry didn't have a ready answer. Finally he said, "I don't have one. You're looking at a pretty happy man. Before I met you,
I would have said, 'someone to love.' But now I have that."

  Todd glowed inwardly. "I'm beginning to love you too," he said softly. They kissed again, this time with more fervor.

  "What about your greatest wish?" Barry asked.

  Todd thought a moment. "I guess the plant store," he finally answered.

  "I'd love to help you make it happen," Barry said before kissing Todd again. Todd wondered how that would be possible. Not that he wouldn't love to have his dream become a reality, but just how did Barry think he fit into making it happen?

  They alternately talked and kissed until Todd declared that he needed to get back into the kitchen. "Can I help?" Barry offered.

  "You can set the table," Todd answered. Barry followed him into the kitchen and Todd pointed out the cabinet that held the dishes and the drawer that held the utensils. The paper napkins were out in plain sight in a holder on the dining table. Barry set the table while Todd checked on the casseroles, uncovering the potatoes so they would brown on top, and started the peas and onions cooking. Todd noticed Barry watching carefully as he added just a hint of honey and cayenne to the peas and onions.

  When dinner was ready, Barry helped carry the food to the table, and he served the peas while Todd served the potatoes and the shrimp and black beans. "We really didn't need the peas. The beans are a vegetable," Barry observed.

  "I like to serve a green vegetable," Todd explained.

  The shrimp dish was redolent of garlic and ginger, cilantro, and a spice Barry couldn't quite put his finger on. Whatever it was, it was delicious. The gorgonzola scalloped potatoes clearly had parmesan cheese in them too. And he had seen Todd add the two secret ingredients to the peas and onions.

  "You're a good cook!" He was talking with his mouth full, bad manners, but the dinner was so good that he couldn't put his fork down.

  "Thank you," said Todd.

  "I'm glad you made a lot. I'm definitely going to want seconds—of everything."

  "Help yourself. That's what it's here for."

  When they were stuffed to the gills, they rose from the table and carried the dishes into the kitchen. Todd had no dishwasher, so Barry insisted on doing the dishes then and there himself. "And then what do you say we have some 'dessert'?" Todd said suggestively. The tented front of his pants left little doubt about his meaning, and when Barry clattered the last dish into the dish drain and turned to face Todd, Todd saw Barry's eyes widen appreciatively as they darted down to his crotch.

  "Let's go," Barry said with a wicked grin. "We've put this off long enough."

  In the bedroom, he urgently unbuttoned Todd's shirt while Todd did the same to him. Their lips met in a heated kiss that was much more about lust than about their newly declared love, yet was infused with a hint of their tender feelings all the same. Barry's tongue slithered into Todd's mouth, and Todd sucked it in avidly, then pushed it back with his own tongue and thrust into Barry's mouth, nimbly probing into every corner.

  Breaking from each other simultaneously, they shed their clothes, carelessly dropping them to the floor in their eagerness to be naked together. Barry's right hand latched on to Todd’s stiffened nubbins, tweaking each in turn. This had the effect of inciting Todd's raging stiffy into full hardness, and it began oozing pearlescent drops of pre-cum. Todd surged forward till his lips were plastered urgently against Barry's, and once again Barry's tongue burrowed demandingly into Todd's mouth. It snaked between his lips to repeat its mating dance with Todd's tongue and draw that tongue back into Barry's humid mouth.

  Todd explored Barry's tongue, his teeth, his palate, and as he did he pictured his cock doing all that thrusting in and out of Barry's mouth. From the way Barry's gyrating hips were now propelling his insistent cock repeatedly against Todd's coarse pubic thicket, Todd presumed that similar images were dancing through Barry's mind too.

  Barry pulled Todd down to the bed, although they didn't immediately lie down. At first they sat on the edge, thigh to thigh, Todd's skin prickling with heat at the feel of Barry's naked thigh pressed up against him. Barry's hand grasped Todd's distended cock and began to squeeze it. Then he slowly pumped up and down, jacking the spongy shaft and encouraging it to squeeze out more of the viscous pre-cum that already had the mushroom head glazed with shining fluid.

  As his hand worked up and down Todd's throbbing cock, he seemed to squeeze more glistening pre-cum fluid out with every upstroke. Todd's hand eagerly groped Barry's rigid hard-on to return the favor. Barry, to Todd's great delight, was uncut. Todd had never experienced an untrimmed cock before, and he took great delight in the unfamiliar foreskin, his hand toying with the cowl of skin and his finger dipping underneath.

  Todd watched, fascinated, as the fringe pulled back to expose the rosy, bulbous crown, then covered it once again till only a small area of pink-tan skin lay exposed to his view. Syrupy, glistening fluid drooled out of his gaping cum-hole. Todd speeded up his jack-stroke and watched the crystalline river drool down from Barry's cockhead.

  Bending down, Todd snarfed up all the syrupy goodness that oozed from Barry's slit and reveled in the thick girth and huge length of that formidable tool as it filled his mouth. More of it entered Todd, and still more, still more, until Barry's cock was knocking at the back of Todd's throat with his welcome intruder.

  "Let's sixty-nine," Barry suggested. Todd positioned himself in the middle of his bed, on his back, and Barry got over him. As Todd cock-fed Barry's mouth, thrusting his throbbing dick up into Barry's welcoming maw, Barry dipped his dick into Todd's mouth. Todd opened wide, gulping it down, till Barry's dick was past Todd's tonsils and into his gullet. He gagged momentarily, but he quickly recovered and sucked hard.

  Todd and Barry fucked each other's mouth with urgency. While eagerly gulping at Barry's long, thick dick, Todd fucked his mouth with driving, pounding strokes. His hips rose up off the couch in repeated thrusts that carried him deep into Barry's gullet. And he took it all and did so eagerly.

  He gave as good as he got, too, skewering Todd's throat with his hot cock, sliding it across his tongue and pounding into his mouth, till Todd recognized that Barry's climax was imminent. His strokes became faster, more intense. His rhythm became shattered by his urgency. His finesse flew out the window in favor of animal coupling with no sophistication to it, just raw, primitive need.

  Suddenly Todd's own balls began to rumble. Just as Todd felt Barry's dick pulsate with his imminent expulsion of semen, Todd's own cock quaked, bucked, and began blasting off a volley of thick glop into Barry's mouth. Todd felt utterly drained by the time his orgasm had trailed off.

  His mouth was steamy with the influx of Barry's sperm. He could feel the heat of it on his tongue. His cock pulsated. He was surging toward a second erection before ever fully losing the first.

  "We're going to need a rubber or two," Barry said. He repositioned himself at Todd's side, freeing Todd to sit up and open the drawer of the night table, in which he kept the rubbers and lube. "I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours," Barry said. "Tell me you're not strictly a top."

  "I'm versatile," Todd answered, his ass ring already quivering at the thought of being fucked by that huge cock. He handed Barry a rubber and a tube of lube.

  Todd got on his forearms and knees, his head resting on his arms. He heard Barry's rubber snap into place and felt him position himself behind him. The next thing he felt was the cool lube as it touched his eager pucker. Barry's cock was gentle yet firm, not rough and demanding but still very determined. It nuzzled its way within the constriction of Todd's sphincter and popped through his very willing ring of muscle, which squeezed that cock for all it was worth.

  As Barry slid his eager cock inside the confines of Todd's ass, Todd tightened his butt-hole muscle to give Barry maximum squeeze. "Mmmmm," Barry groaned as Todd's constricting sphincter gripped Barry's rampaging tool.

  At last he was all the way in. His balls slapped up against Todd's butt-cheeks with each of his in-thrusts; his wiry, coarse pubes ground agains
t Todd's butt. His dick was buried inside Todd in its entirety. Then he backed out a few inches and thrust very determinedly inward. It felt to Todd as if Barry had burrowed in an extra inch on the rebound.

  While Barry balanced himself on one hand, the other one stole around Todd's body to pinch his tender nubbins. As Barry drove repeatedly in and out of Todd's butt with hard-charging strokes, his fingers toyed with Todd's responsive nipples, sending electric charges coursing through Todd's body. Todd's cock jutted out in front of him, dribbling pre-cum exorbitantly.

  Barry skewered deliciously in and out of Todd, his cock rubbing the walls that lined his ass, tickling every hidden nerve ending till Todd's entire gut was aflame. Every thump of Barry's body against Todd's taut butt-cheeks was inflammatory. Every collision of Barry's torso with Todd's back brought an "Ooof!" from each of them and ratcheted Todd's fever up another notch. All too soon, he was on the verge of another explosion.

  "Gonna come!" he warned Barry.

  "Hold off. Let me give it to you first. I have something in mind," was Barry's answer. He power-drove his deep-drilling cock into Todd while Todd used every inch of will power he possessed to stave off his impending climax. Finally, with a desperate yowl, Barry spewed his thick, warm stuff into the rubber's reservoir and flooded it. Then he yanked out of Todd, sat back on his thighs, and tugged at Todd to roll him over.

  He began jacking Todd furiously and then bent down till Todd's cockhead was right up against Barry's left nipple. As Todd erupted, he creamed the nipple with his outpouring. "Now lick it clean," Barry instructed. He rolled over, lying to the side of Todd, and Todd laved Barry's cum-sticky nipple with his raspy tongue. As he did, Barry's dick responded to the nipple play and grew half-hard again.

  But half-hard was as far as it would go. For the moment, Barry was fucked out, drained, empty. With a sigh of resignation, he curled up with Todd, who welcomed his embrace and kissed him in the crook of his neck. They fell asleep like that, on top of the covers, with the lamp still on and a tied-off condom on the night table. Somewhere around midnight they woke up, got under the covers, and Todd turned the lamp out. Soon they were asleep again, but not before Barry commented to Todd, "I think we're very compatible in bed, don't you?"