I would smack Woody the next time I saw him. “René, we talked about this,” I said as I bent over to pick up my keys.
“No, you talked about it and I’m ignoring you.” He stepped closer, forcing me to back up until my body touched the door behind me. “What’s it gonna take, Serge?” He leaned in and licked my chin. “Do you want me to beg?”
“I don’t want you—”
He chuckled. “Yes, you do. Let me prove it to you.” He set the bag on a nearby chair, then dropped to his knees before me.
Uh-oh. “What are you doing?” I asked, eyes bugging out as I looked around, knowing there was no one else here, and still freaked out all the same. And got aroused. Yes, I could admit to that.
“Do you know what my favorite flavor is, Serge?” he asked as he opened the fly on my dusty jeans and nuzzled my sweaty underwear.
All I could say was “Nngh.”
“It’s a man’s cum. It can be briny, or a little bitter, sometimes sweet. But it’s always delightful and surprising. It’s strong, delectable, has all the layers of a perfect dessert in its makeup, as far as I’m concerned.” He shoved down my briefs enough for the warm air from his mouth to caress my aching, growing cock. “The first time I saw you, I wanted to suck you off and see what you tasted like.”
I was still in shock as to his actions, but my desperate fingers crept into his hair, needing to hold onto something as he licked up one side of my throbbing dick and then the other, over and over as if waiting for me to force him to take it all. I could do that. To hell with thought, right?
Fingers firmly gripping his brown curls, I held him steady as I pushed my cock to the back of his throat, then pulled out. I kept my gaze on him, his eyes wide open as he watched me fuck his mouth with precision, not caring if someone came up the driveway right then, if a fire broke out in the neighborhood, if a cell phone rang. I didn’t care. All I wanted was the sassy mouth I was fucking, and René was more than willing to let me use him for my pleasure.
His hands reached around to grip my bare ass as he moved with me, swallowing to make me twitch, then howl when he used a dry finger to press against my hole. “You’re such a pain the ass, you know that?” I panted as I worked him over, good.
All he did was smile around my cock and give me perfect suction until all I could do was pound him to completion. When I was done, I sagged against the door, one hand still in his hair and the other wiping semen from his chin so I could taste myself. I was a little sweet, probably from all those baked goods I ate every day.
Finally, I let go of René and he stood, his hard dick obvious in his jeans as he leaned in to kiss me while helping me get dressed again. When he was done, we remained in each other’s arms, tasting each other and touching sensitive spots while I enjoyed the bliss of the moment.
“You want me to…?” I asked, patting his still-rigid cock.
“It can wait,” he replied as he nipped my chin.
“So, do you like my flavor?” I nibbled on his neck as I put one leg between both of his and lifted up against his groin.
He ground down and humped a little against me. “Better than the finest pastries I could make.”
“This still doesn’t change—”
René nipped my bottom lip. “Yes, it does.”
* * * *
A little while later, after I had a quick shower, I sat next to René on the couch, an episode of Arrow playing on the TV screen as he fed me pastries. “You stopped coming to the bakery. Don’t you know you’re the highlight of my day?” He wiped a corner of my mouth. Probably a stray crumb.
I shook my head, my mind still swirling at being seduced on my doorstep and now being hand-fed by the sexiest man alive. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
Then, he gave me one of those treats he’d had me taste-test some months ago. My eyes closed of their own volition and I moaned.
“God, the way you react to this stuff makes me want to fuck you through the floor,” I heard him say, and my eyelids popped open.
“It’s an addiction,” I confessed. “I can’t help it. Put you and baked goods together and I lose all control. It’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s flattering, and very sexy.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You have to understand. I’ve dealt with all sorts of people, professionals and what-not, who give me patented answers, or fawn all over me. It’s all fake, part of the game. But you? It’s real, unabashed pleasure, and all I want to do is taste it. Taste you and eat you up.”
He shifted on the couch, muting the sound on the TV before pushing me flat on my back. “I want to explore this delectable body of yours.”
Who was I to say “no”?
“It’s all yours.”
He grinned. “Finally.” First, René kissed all the breath from me, and my mouth tingled by the time he moved away to feast on my collarbone. “I want to put chocolate sauce on your skin and lick it off someday. What do you think?” he asked as he helped me remove my T-shirt.
“I approve.”
“Good.” He sat on my crotch and kneaded my pecs, bottom lip held between his teeth as he went on to explore my chest and abs. “There’s just something about a man who does physical labor all day long. I could probably come just from watching you pound a nail into wood.”
I nudged his ass with my own wood. “I can oblige right now, if you’d like.”
He laughed and wiggled on my cock, making me cross-eyed. “We’ll get there soon enough.” René stood briefly and removed my sweats before stripping out of his clothing. I was speechless at the sight of him, all lean, muscular lines, smooth skin, and pert nipples.
I crooked a finger. “Come here, you.” Once he did, I ended up flipping him on the couch so he was under me. The way he felt, it was…perfect. That was the only way to describe it. And while I still believed he could do better than me, René seemed willing enough to be with me, for now, so maybe I should stop second-guessing everything and go with it.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him while rotating my hips against his. He joined me, our cocks leaking and leaving a sticky mess behind, the best kind. René slid his hands around me to grab my ass and squeeze, making me grunt.
“You want me to fuck you? Or you want to go first? You didn’t come earlier,” I said.
“Lemme do you. I want to watch you move above me. I bet it’s poetry in motion.”
I blushed. “Don’t know about that, but I’ll do my best.” I reached over his head to grab a condom and lube, both of which I’d placed in the end table drawer when I’d returned from my shower, just in case. Always be prepared, that’s my motto.
I got off the couch and kneeled on the floor, since I’d have more room to prepare my hole. But René wasn’t having it. “Sit on my face, Serge.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I maneuvered into position, then felt his hands on my ass, guiding me back until his warm tongue wiggled against my bud. It had been a long time since I’d been rimmed, and René’s mouth almost had me coming again, which would have been selfish. So I restrained myself as much as I could while still moving with his tongue and his mouth as he sucked, probed, and licked me into a near frenzy.
“Enough!” I cried, abruptly moving away and squeezing the base of my cock so as not to go off so soon. I could see René’s rod, on which I’d been feasting, bouncing in front of me. He’d enjoyed it, too.
“Put the condom on me and get on. I need a hard ride.”
I was quick about it, and then, one knee on either side of his, I positioned myself over his cock, which he held steady for me. I sank down. It was a slow process, what with how tight I was and only rimming to open me up, but I loved it, and apparently so did René.
“Fuck,” he whispered once he was all the way inside and I sat on him, breathing heavily and doing my best to adjust to his girth. I loved how fat he was. I’d likely feel this for days after we were done.
“I’m gonna move,” I said, and sat up until only the tip was inside, an
d then he grabbed my hips and slammed up into me.
“Uh,” I grunted as we worked to match our rhythm. It seemed to be his mission in life to find my prostate with every stroke, which made me howl repeatedly. We were both dripping with sweat now, our world narrowed down to the two of us, and our journey to the hottest release ever known to man.
It hit me unawares, and I arched my back as I sent strings of cum all over his chest and God knows where else. “Shit,” I muttered, realizing I hadn’t even touched my cock, that was how hot this was.
And when René came, it was glorious. I had never seen anything more awe-inspiring, and yes, I wanted more.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath of fantastic sex, and I thought, I really need to get over myself. This is a man worth keeping.
* * * *
I made dinner—well, okay, I heated leftovers—but they were good because Woody is awesome in the kitchen. At least it seemed that René was impressed.
“Woody could open a restaurant if he wanted to,” he commented as he made his way through chicken fettuccine as we sat across from each other.
“He does many things well, the bastard. I get the benefit of his cooking without the weight gain.”
“I wish I could be like you. I have to work out like hell to not gain a pound, especially since I like to eat all my creations. I mean, how else am I to know if they’re good or not?”
I laughed. “Sure, we’ll work with that.”
He stared at me.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s great to see you smiling and happy around me. I thought I’d lost that.”
I sipped my iced tea. “Well, we’re still at the beginning of…whatever you want to call this. And you seduced me, might I remind you.”
“You let me,” he shot back. “It’s not like you’re a weakling. You could have pushed me away outside. Acted scandalous and clutched your pearls.”
I snorted. “Funny.” I chewed on some pasta. “Stay the night? Or do you have to get back?”
“I’d like to stay here, if you don’t mind. I have a change of clothes in my car.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you do.”
He winked at me as if to say, “What did you expect?”
“I have houseguests, as usual, and Bryce is staying at the house right now until he gets a place of his own. He’s decided he likes it here and has agreed to run the new bakery for me.”
I was silent for a minute. “It’ll be cool for you to have a close friend around, I suppose.”
René leaned back in his chair. “Are you still mad at him for what he said to you at the house? He tends to speak first and think later, that one. And he is sorry for making a hash of things.”
“I have no frame of reference, really. He has a right to his opinions.”
“You’re too forgiving.” He drank some soda. “So how’s the business going? Any big projects in sight?”
“Not yet,” I replied. “I’ve put in RFPs for jobs along the coast within a couple of hours north and south of here. In the meantime, I’ll just do what I can. At least I have my savings.” Though even that would run out someday.
He leaned across the table and took my hand in his. “Are you happy?”
I smiled. “Much happier than I was in my previous job. I’m doing something I enjoy, and while it might not be glamorous, and I may be covered in dust and paint most of every day, I can live with that. I realized I don’t need recognition. I just need to feel as if I’m making a contribution, helping someone find their joy by giving them their dream house or a new deck or whatever. I have simple needs, you see.”
His gaze was searching. “Can I tell you how sexy that sounds to me?”
“You just did.”
“Can I show you?”
“Be my guest.”
We ended up in the shower, my back to René’s as he slowly jacked me off under the spray using bath gel. I melted against him, his hot body surrounding me, his hand pumping just hard and fast enough to make me yearn to come as soon as possible.
“More, René, please? I need more,” I begged, and he gave me what I wanted.
I could feel his hardness behind me, the hickies he gave me on my shoulder and neck, the way he pinched my nipples with his other hand, then fondled my balls. All this ramped me up until he whispered for me to turn my head, then he took my mouth. His tongue touched mine, and I lost it, spunk disappearing down the drain and sliding down the tiles before us.
I turned to face him on wobbly legs and returned the favor, our mouths melded together as I helped him come. It was such a gorgeous thing, seeing him lose his shit like that, the lovely pastry chef turned sex god. I hoped to have more experiences like this, no matter how scared I was as to whether this would last.
Finally, we made it to my bedroom, and when we were snuggled under the covers, my back to René’s chest, I fell asleep, content with my world for the first time in a long while.
* * * *
“You’re coming to the opening, right?” René asked me on Monday morning while he rang up my purchases at the bakery. Yes, I’d returned to my regular routine, because, well damn it, I just had to.
“You want me to be there?” I asked innocently as I put away the change he gave me and grabbed my paper bag and hot chocolate.
René glared at me. “Wrong answer.”
I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, a lingering affair that melted all his ire. “Yes, I’ll be there. Noon on Saturday, right?”
“Yup,” he replied, sneaking another kiss. That was the benefit of being the first into the bakery in the mornings. No one else was around and we could indulge in each other’s mouths to our heart’s content.
“Who’s working for you here, then?” I asked.
“You know I’ll have the usual folks to help me out. It’s heading into busy season.”
“True.”
“Oh, by the way, Bryce has decided he wants to build a house from scratch, and he’d like to hire you to do it. Interested?”
I was sure I looked suspicious. “You didn’t force him to—”
“I would never.” That butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth look didn’t fool me. I was getting to know René more intimately day by day, and I could tell he was up to mischief.
“I don’t believe you, but he’s your friend, so I’ll leave you to it. I just don’t want to get in the middle of something.”
“You won’t, Serge. Promise.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Really,” he asserted.
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you this evening at your place for dinner, okay?”
“Eight o’clock. Prepare to be assaulted, in a good way, by everyone.”
I shuddered. “I hope that’s a good thing?”
“It is.” He blew me a kiss. “Have a nice day, sweetie.”
“You, too.”
* * * *
That night at René’s place was a revelation. His friends were fun, actually, and a bit rowdy. They meant well, though. Bryce had approached me right off when I arrived and was apologetic for his behavior the last time we’d seen each other. I told him not to worry about it, that maybe he’d had a point, too, and I hadn’t been ready to see it at the time.
I met all the other crazy people: Bruce, Horace, Tim, Martin, and Grimm. I was told by each one that I was the only guy with whom they’d ever seen René act this way, and this from guys who had dated him, too.
We had a nice meal, decadent dessert provided by René, of course, over which I suitable moaned, loud enough for catcalls, especially when the man himself sat in my lap and turned those moans into kisses. I blushed a lot, but I laughed, as well.
Later, we watched Magic Mike XXL because, you know, hot men, dance moves. Who cares about plot? Those gyrations had my hands sweaty and my groin hot by the time it was over. René noticed my distress, and, seeing he was similarly affected, dragged me from the room while the other guys were arguing over whet
her or not to play Poker or Monopoly. Or watch porn.
We barely made it into his room before he pushed me up against the door, with my pants yanked down and my cock sucked within an inch of its life, with René looking so hot on his knees below me. I forgot everything except his mouth and fucked his throat, my hands hard on his head until I screamed release.
Jesus, fuck, I almost passed out. René wouldn’t let me, though. He manhandled me to the bed, dragged my pants down to my knees, and propped me on the edge of the mattress, my knees on the plush carpet. “I’m gonna fuck you, Serge, and you’ll be so loud, the guys will think the house is on fire.”
“Do it,” I begged.
I watched bleary-eyed as René moved to the nightstand to grab supplies, then hurried back to prepare me for entry. I was moving against his fingers, two, then three before I dragged them out myself and, over my shoulder said, “Fuck me, now!”
René nodded, then positioned his condom-covered cock at my hole and pushed. I shoved back. The head popped in, and we both moaned at the sensation.
“Come on, love. I need more,” I urged, fists tight in the bedspread before moving them to the edge of the mattress so I could hold on.
“Here we go,” he said, and then it was on.
I had never felt so owned in my life. My ass was taken by a pro. René knew what I needed and gave it to me, sometimes hard, sometimes slow. My cock was hard again, but I didn’t touch it, because I knew he could make me come with nothing but his dick against my prostate.
The closer we came to release, the louder we got, then we yelled like banshees as he filled up the condom, hips stuttering against my ass, and I messed up his nice bed cover. I held myself up on shaky arms, not wanting to fall in the wet spot, with René still inside me, his weight heavy on my back.
Before I could make some kind of comment, I heard a voice through the door. “Damn, y’all. You should be in pornos!” It sounded like Bryce. Oh God. Had we been that loud?
Mortification aside, I heard René chuckle before he replied, “You’re just jealous you haven’t had it this good in years.”
“Bastard,” came the muffled reply before I heard footsteps fading away.
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