Satisfaction Guaranteed

by Samantha M. Derr

  "I'm the same as you in that regard, I guess. Numbers are the only thing that make the neurons fire in my brain. Well, that and sex." I stuck my tongue out at him. Julius laughed.

  "Good to know," he replied. "When was the last time you had sex?"

  "Man, it's been so long, I think I've forgotten how."

  "Oh, now, we can't have that, can we?" The intent stare he gave me made my nipples stand up, which drew his eyes to my chest. He licked his lips.

  "You're evil, aren't you?"

  "Yes I am. I can't wait to show you just how devilish I can be." The waitress returned just in time with our order and we thanked her before diving into our meal.

  After swallowing some of my butter-slathered pancakes, I picked up the conversation again. "You know, I wasn't sure what to think of you. All the other assistants were trying to get into your pants and you just smiled like it was all amusing. You never gave anything away."

  "I've been burned a couple of times by people saying they were interested in me, only to find out they just wanted to be seen with me because I was good-looking or had money. That shit gets old." He added a little salt to his omelet and took a bite. There was a little butter on his lower lip from an earlier bite of toast. I loved what a little wetness did to his mouth. "I wanted to take my time getting to know someone on my own terms, find out who he really is. You intrigued me from the beginning because you didn't actively try to cultivate favor or fawn. And it helped that you're as cute as a bug's ear."

  "You must be talking about someone else. I'm pretty ordinary looking, and skinny to boot."

  "No way, son. I'm talkin' 'bout you, and I think you're hotter than fire, just the way you are." He gave me that Julius Tanner smile and I was lost.

  It was almost noon by the time we left the restaurant. We had talked about everything under the sun, our attraction to each other simmering under the surface. Julius drove us back to my apartment and I invited him up for soda or iced tea. He followed me inside. I led him to the couch in my tiny living room while I got a soda for him from the fridge.

  "I gotta go get ready for my shift at Manny's. Give me ten minutes okay?" I said as I handed it to him.

  "Sure thing."

  I headed to my bedroom and changed into an old T-shirt with a picture of SpongeBob SquarePants on the front. A pair of jeans shorts and tennis shoes completed my ensemble and I returned to the living room to sit beside Julius on the couch.

  He laughed when he saw what I was wearing. "Oh man, are you a fan, too?"

  "Yeah, I used to watch that show a lot as a kid, still watch the reruns when I have the time. I thought you'd get a kick out of it."

  "That's great. I'm glad I'm not the only dork in the world. Hey, is your uniform shirt in the car?"

  "Yes, and by the way, all geeks are dorks, so you know."

  "Yeah, yeah. Come closer." Julius placed the soda on the small table in front of the couch. He pulled me right up against him and put his arm around my shoulders as we leaned into each other. I loved his scent, an underlying musk barely masked by light cologne.

  "You did promise me dessert, but I'll have to take a rain check 'til we can do this again. Hey, how about you order another pizza this coming Saturday and I stay later?"

  "Mmm, yes, I'll definitely be doing that." Julius checked the time then kissed me on the forehead. "Okay, hon, it's almost twelve thirty. You gotta go."

  "You're right." Sighing, I leaned in and kissed his cheek, then got up to grab my things.

  I led Julius out of my apartment and locked the door behind us. He walked me to the driver's side of my car. Before I could get in, he backed me up against the door, his semi-hard dick pressing into my stomach, and placed his hands gently on my face.

  "I want to kiss you. May I?" he asked.

  In answer, I wrapped my arms around his waist and lifted my face to his. His lips touched mine tenderly, and I savored our first kiss. Taking it deeper, I angled my head and opened my mouth, tangling my tongue with his, tasting and exploring his teeth and gums and everything I could caress. He was addictive. I heard his groan and felt his hands as they moved from my face to my neck and down my sides to grab my ass and lift me a little so he could grind against me. I gasped and my head fell back, allowing Julius to place kisses on my neck and suck on my Adam's apple. I felt that all the way in my dick and thrust uncontrollably. A car honked in passing and brought us back to the present.

  Panting, we broke apart and held onto each other as we tried to catch our breath.

  "Damn, just... damn."

  "Ditto." Julius looked dazed. I was likely his mirror image.

  "I gotta go, sweetie. We'll pick up where we left off next Saturday. That's a promise."

  Nodding his agreement, Julius cleared his throat and stepped back so I could open the door. I got in and turned my head to look at him after I rolled down the window and started the car.

  "Thanks so much for a great first date. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Wish me happy customers!" I smiled and waved as I left. In my rearview mirror, I saw Julius look down at his crotch and take his shirt out of his pants to cover up the bulge. I snickered to myself. What a man!

  Monday morning, I was wiping the sweat from my face and chest in the bathroom when Julius walked in. He looked a little surprised, but more than a little turned on by the sight of my half-naked state. For some reason, I wanted to cover up my chest, but I held onto my dignity and simply said a quick 'good morning'.

  "Good morning, Daniel. Did you get up late this morning? Is that why you're cleaning up in here?" He said this with a teasing grin.

  I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever, man. You know how hot it gets out there, and the air still isn't fixed in my car, so I'm sweaty by the time I get to campus. Can't teach the kiddies smellin' funky."

  "I guess not. But, hey, I'm enjoying the view." Indeed he was, since, after he used the urinal and washed his hands, he leaned against the wall beside one of the sinks and watched my routine.

  "Nothing to see here, buddy," I said.

  "I beg to differ," he replied. "I'm looking at a pair of luscious nipples that are just begging for my mouth to suck on them. And your skin is so smooth, my hands are itching to touch you all over."

  Julius straightened away from the wall and moved behind me, standing so close I could feel the heat from his body. I almost broke out in a sweat again. "We're still on for Saturday, yeah?" His eyes burned into mine as we stared at each other in the mirror over the sink.

  The intensity left me breathless. "Yeah, absolutely. Now get out of here so I can finish getting ready before someone comes in and catches me riding your dick like there's no tomorrow."

  Julius closed his eyes with a gasp. "Shit, the things you say. Later, babe." He kissed my cheek and left. Without any more distractions, I finished my routine and went to teach my first class of the day.

  By Saturday night, if it wasn't one thing, it was another. There was the sweet, if senile old lady who didn't see so well and kept asking me if her husband was out back manning the barbeque grill. She was a regular customer, so I knew her husband had died years ago. Then there was the house party where the bikini-clad owner opened the door with a wine glass in one hand, a come-hither look, and cash in the other. I left there in a hurry, feeling dirty. The last straw, though, was the dude with the beer belly who opened the door in a thong. Really, I didn't need to see the tattoo of a cat's butt that was lined up with his navel. Ew.

  Back at Manny's, I found out that the call had finally come through from Julius' house while I was out. It was eleven fifteen by the time the order was given to me, though, and I only had five minutes left to deliver it. I was pissed, but maybe this was for the best. I was tired of this bullshit.

  "Manny! The fuck, dude. There's no way I'm going to deliver this on time. You know that! If you want to fire me, why don't you just do it, okay? This crappy shit ends right now. What do you have against me, anyway?"

  "Okay, Danny boy, your faggot ass is fired!" Manny
yelled at me. "And you owe me for the pizzas that are gonna be delivered for free." The place went silent. Everyone was staring at us, customers and workers alike.

  I took a deep breath, put the order down on the nearby counter top and took out my wallet. I removed a twenty dollar bill and handed it over, then picked up the pizzas and addressed Manny.

  "You know, I always wondered why you picked on me. Then I remembered the first week when you tried to get into my pants. God knows I tried to forget it. What, you couldn't take the rejection? Takes one faggot to know one, dude. Next time you try to get your little pencil dick in someone's ass, try a shower first, huh? Maybe a breath mint, too? I almost passed out from the fumes. Have a nice life." I walked out, not looking back, though I heard some snickers behind me. Try to live that one down, you little peckerwood.

  Bessie and I made it to Julius' house fifteen minutes later. When he opened the door, I could tell he had been worried.

  "Hey, honey. Are you alright? What took so long?" He took the pizzas from me and I followed him inside. I picked up Mr. Wrinkles to get some love, since I sorely needed it.

  "It's been a rough week, but tonight was epic. Your order is free, and I got fired." I put the little pug down, sat at the kitchen island and sighed.

  Julius put the pizzas down. "What. The. Fuck?" He was livid.

  "Yup. Remember how I told you I only had one more time before they'd let me go? Well Manny deliberately held your order until he knew it would be late. I knew it, he knew it, and I called him on it. I told him to just fire me. And then he did, calling me a faggot ass."

  "Say what? That dude is way outta line. I oughta—" Julius stopped ranting when he saw how dejected I had become.

  "It'll be alright, boo." He came around to my side of the island and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry he was such a prick."

  I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest, basking in his heat and soaking up his strength. "It's okay. I knew it was coming, and maybe I'm more than a little relieved that it's over. I may have insulted his manhood and made disparaging remarks about his personal hygiene on my way out. I think he was still pissed that I wouldn't sleep with him. I'm not sorry."

  Pulling back a little, Julius put one hand gently on my face and asked, "What are you gonna do now for another job?"

  "I dunno, but I think I might be able to get more hours tutoring at the middle school. I'll check into it next week. On the upside, we'll have a little more time together to get up close and personal. Would you like that?"

  "Oh hell, yeah!" Julius gave me a big smile and a kiss. "Let's eat first, though. You need to decompress, right? And maybe relax a little bit in front of the T.V.? I have a home theatre set up behind the living room. We can have a few beers, eat pizza, watch a movie or two."

  "I'd love that, truly. Thanks, hon."

  "Anything for you, babe."

  "You just want in my pants, don't you?"

  "Absolutely not. Well, maybe a little. But, I've always been drawn to you, and now that I know we can spend more time together, I'm gonna make sure you know I'm always here for you, and not just because my cock up your ass is my idea of heaven." My hole twitched in anticipation.

  "You sweet-talker, you."

  Julius handed me a six pack of Dos Equis and grabbed the pizza as I followed him past the living room to the entertainment area. Mr. Wrinkles ran past us and took a seat on his swank doggy bed, then promptly fell asleep. There was a black leather couch against one wall, and a huge flat screen on the opposite side. Speakers and what-all were strategically placed around the room.

  "Damn! Wait, how much did that dog bed cost?"

  Julius looked a little sheepish. "Probably too much. I got it from Poochieheaven.com. It's a Moderno Bed. I know it's a bit much, but I love my dog."

  "I can tell." I smiled at him indulgently.

  "The room is probably overkill, but I like to feel I'm at the movies when I'm at home. I don't mind going out, but I prefer to hang out in my own pad, you know? Why not make it comfortable, since I can?" I could only agree.

  After putting the pizza on the glass table in front of the couch, Julius sat down and patted the space beside him. "Come sit down, hon. You need to relax. Let me take care of you for a while, okay?" I was only too happy to comply.

  I placed the beer on the table, dropped my tired, grubby body on the couch, and leaned against him. With a sigh, I closed my eyes briefly while Julius fumbled with the remote. He found something on HBO and we relaxed, ate pizza, and drank beer while we made fun of the dumb dialogue of whatever B movie we watched. Juius threw an arm around my shoulders and I lay my head on his chest, feeling more content than I had in a long time.

  My eyelids grew heavier by the minute, and I knew I was too tired and drunk to drive home. I lifted my head from his chest to look him in the eye. "Hey, Jules. Can I crash on your couch 'til morning? I've had too many beers."

  He smiled. "Jules. I like that." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Of course you can crash here. How about you take a shower and come sleep with me, though? California King bed, 800 thread-count sheets? My baby brother keeps some clothes here for when he comes to visit. They'll fit you, so you can wear those and I'll wash your stuff. I might keep my hands to myself, but you make it hard, baby." He grinned at me, and I knew my own hardness was perking up.

  "Twist my arm, why don't you? Lead the way." Julius stood and held out his hand to pull me up into his arms. He gave me a soft kiss and cuddle, then let go.

  "Grab the empties, will ya? Let's get this stuff into the kitchen and get ready for bed." Mr. Wrinkles was still asleep, his little legs moving like he was chasing something in his doggy dreams. After cleaning up, we went upstairs, walked past the room with the massive fish tank and entered a large bedroom.

  A small lamp on the bedside table lit the room dimly. Julius led the way to the bathroom and turned on the overhead light. There was a large walk-in shower on one side, decorated with black tiles. The rest of the room was done in white. The toilet and a sink with a cabinet above it were on the other end of the room, near the door. A storage area for towels and soap was in the middle.

  "I'll leave you to it. Clothes will be in the other room when you're done. Extra toothbrushes are in the cabinet above the sink. Leave your dirty stuff on the floor, and we'll take care of it in the morning." With that, he left, shutting the door behind him.

  Man, that shower felt good. I wrapped myself in a plush white towel that almost covered me like a robe, it was that big. As I brushed my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror and noted my exhaustion. But there was a light in my eyes, knowing that the possibility of something good waited for me in the other room.

  When I walked into the bedroom, I saw Julius lying in bed, a cream-colored comforter at his waist, and his chest bare. He had on a pair of glasses and it looked like he was reading the College Mathematics Journal. Geeky, hunky men made me very hot.

  He looked up and smiled at me, removing his glasses and setting the journal aside. "Feel better?" he asked. "There's a T-shirt and shorts over there on the chest of drawers."

  "Yeah I do. Much better, thanks." I walked over there and took off my towel, which I placed in the hamper nearby. I grabbed the shorts and bent over to put them on. Julius whistled at me, and I wiggled my ass a little. I left the T-shirt off and walked toward him, putting a little sway in my hips. I crawled up the bed and under the covers.

  "Like what you see?" I asked.

  "You know it." He lifted his arm so I could snuggle closer, and I rubbed my hand over his well-defined chest, the soft glow from the lamp highlighting the ridges that just called to me. Julius pulled me on top of him and wrapped one arm around me and placed the other on the back of my head. I kissed him, savoring the sweet taste of a man who'd been so good to me, I could hardly believe it.

  As much as I enjoyed swapping spit, I was very tired and ended up yawning in Julius' face a few minutes later despite how interested his hard prick was in
his own shorts.

  "I'm sorry, Jules. How about a nap and then we'll continue where we left off?"

  "It's okay, boo." He turned off the lamp. "We have all the time in the world." Julius turned us so I was the little spoon, and we snuggled under the covers. I closed my eyes, content to sleep a while before I rocked his world.

  I dreamed of wet lips sucking my dick, going down and up, over and over until I couldn't hold back any longer and I groaned aloud in release. I awoke when I felt my jizz being used as lube by an agile tongue that was exploring my hole like it was digging for gold. My cock was hard again. I looked down and saw Julius between my legs, bending them back to my chest as he fucked me with his tongue, making happy noises like this was his favorite thing to do, ever.

  "Yeah, Jules, just like that." I pushed back against his mouth, begging him to go deeper. He started to suck on my hole and I grabbed my cock at the base in a tight ring to stop myself from coming a second time.

  "Baby, stop! You keep that up and I'll come again and I want to feel you in me this time, pounding my ass. Make me scream your name," I pleaded.

  Giving me one last suck and lick, Julius reached for the condom and lube he had placed beside him on the bed. I grabbed hold of his shoulders, staring intently at him and willing him to move faster. Suiting up, he grabbed my legs and held them wide apart and shoved home, all the way in.

  "Fuck!"

  "Shit, yeah! Come on, Jules, do it, make me beg for mercy!"

  He proceeded to pound me hard, relentlessly pursuing his release. I held on for dear life, meeting his every thrust. My only regret was that I couldn't grab hold of his fine ass to feel the power behind his fucking.

  "Come on, man. I need to hear some begging."

  "Please, Jules, make me come. Touch my cock, come on!"

  Placing one of my legs on his shoulder, he grabbed hold of my cock and stroked me while he changed the angle just enough to find my prostate with every pass.

  "Goddamn, that's the spot! Jesus! Yes!" I came on a yell, back bowed, eyes tightly closed, fingers digging into his arms as I gave myself over to unbridled pleasure. Come painted my chest and his, over and over.