by Evie Kiels
Oh God. Ben pictured Pretty Boy shirtless, colors sprawling and twining around his torso and down past the waist of his tight jeans. Fly open, balls spilling out, and cock straight up. And little silver dots running the length. Ben shifted his weight on the chair, trying to give his dick some relief. None came. Calvin smirked at him from across the table.
More people were coming in now. A woman with fiery red hair came in; she looked over the crowd. Calvin called her over. "Oy, Michelle, over here!" Michelle grinned and came to stand by their table. "Michelle, this is Ben. Michelle is my neighbor; we share a cat."
Ben smiled and offered his hand. "Nice to meet you." Michelle had a strong grip, and large, rather masculine hands. Ben took a second look at her quickly. She nodded in greeting, and then ignored him for the most part. Ben observed the pair while they made small talk. He observed the way Calvin relaxed around her and how it was different from what Ben thought Calvin looked like relaxed. Eventually, Michelle sauntered away to go sit with other friends. A loud peal of laughter came from their table.
Calvin took a sip of his drink. "I admire her. She is one of the most … honest people I know. She knows who she is, what she wants, and she goes after it." Calvin looked straight into Ben's eyes. "She is my role model in life."
Ben's gaze slid back to Michelle. He'd watched men who enjoyed dressing as women on 66 Faces. He couldn't tell how they identified, and he didn't ask. When the garments came off and it was just hard cock and tight hole, nothing else really mattered. Calvin's fingers trailed up the back of Ben's hand, startling him.
"Come home with me."
"No. That's—That's not a good idea."
"It wasn't a request." Calvin raised an eyebrow. "I promise a show."
Ben was still aroused. He could go with Calvin. Whatever could happen. They could get off. But where would that leave them in morning? Monday at work? Next Friday when Calvin asked him out again. That would be very awkward. The thought made his arousal go down a notch.
"Now?" Ben still hadn't decided. Calvin's fingers continued to run along his skin, leaving tingles and promises in their wake.
"Just as soon as I pay." Pretty Boy came by and took Calvin's money.
"I can pay for my dri—"
"Don't be so damn prickly Ben, it's only a drink." Calvin smirked and nodded in that self-assured bastard way of his. "You're coming home with me anyway, so if you really want, you can make it up to me there." And then he winked. He actually winked.
Ben glared. This was ridiculous. He could go back to his own home—alone. Calvin wouldn't actually do anything. At least, Ben was pretty sure he wouldn't. Ben could have a … session … on 66 Faces. Participate more than usual. Take care of the lust Pretty Boy ignited.
The smart choice was to go home, but Ben was intrigued. And horny. Calvin had been anything but boring and had manipulated Ben's arousal moment by moment with intent and expertise. Going home with Calvin felt like, no matter the outcome, life would be different the next day. But he had to go—had to find out exactly what Calvin was offering.
Calvin stood next to the table looking down at Ben, waiting for him to get up. It was just one night. Not even a night, a few more hours. Such a short amount of time couldn't do any real harm. Decision made, Ben stood and, without waiting, walked to the door. On the sidewalk, he hesitated.
"Car's that way," Calvin said as he nodded to the left. Ben knew where Calvin was parked, but there was also a bus stop to the right. He could walk over, hop on the next bus, and be home in an hour. No Calvin; no complications; no fun.
Ben took a deep breath and turned to the left. When he started walking, Calvin put his hand on the small of Ben's back and propelled him forward all the way to passenger side of the car. As soon as Ben was seated, the car door swung closed with a thud.
What the hell had he gotten himself in to?
Chapter Two
It turned out that Calvin lived in a little house in Ravenna snuggly nestled between the dull, dark shapes of other houses. The occasional street lamp cast enough light to highlight the manicured yards and well-maintained houses, each with a bright porch light illuminating doors painted in rich earth tones.
"Here we are," Calvin said as he turned off the car. "Home sweet home." He got out and walked around to Ben's side. Ben got out just as Calvin reached the passenger door, and Calvin immediately put his arm around Ben's waist. The trees swayed gently and leaves rustled with breezes flowing through the neighborhood. Ben stared at the clay-red door that stood closed between them and whatever was going to happen next. Calvin guided him up the stairs, opened the door, and ushered him inside. The door shut behind him and a lock snicked.
Calvin finally removed his arm from Ben's waist. He slid his shoes off and kicked them to the corner, adding to a small pile of other shoes. Ben did the same with his shoes, and then quickly took in Calvin's house.
The interior looked exactly as Ben had expected. Normal. Stylish, but in that predictable way most people colored their homes: walls were the palest blues and greens except for strategic bold accent walls. The accent walls were the only bold choices. Everything else was sedate and safe. Matching furniture made from clean lines and neutral colors. Hard wood floors covered with monotone area rugs. Large photos on the wall of grand vistas and majestic mountains to go with Calvin's common hiking hobby.
"Nice pictures." Ben waved at the photos, mostly to say something nice about Calvin's home.
"Thanks. I took most of those last year."
Ben looked at them again. Impressive. And surprising. Ben wouldn't have expected Calvin to have such a keen eye for composition. In one of the pictures, a bright red daypack was propped against a rock in the foreground. A little thrill of amusement moved through him, and he couldn't help smiling. Just a little thing that said, "I was here."
"Do you want a drink?" Calvin asked.
Ben tore his gaze away from the picture. Calvin was looking at him with a puzzled expression. "No, thanks."
Calvin shrugged and then gave him a mischievous grin. "Want to just get right into things, eh?"
"Get right into what?" Sex? He'd thought Calvin was just a little more suave than that.
"The show?" Calvin pulled off his polo shirt. Underneath, he had on a white tank top that accentuated the toned muscles of his shoulders and upper arms. He draped the shirt over the banister and started up the stairs. "You didn't want a drink, which was the means to small pleasantries. So I assume you want to get right into it. Well," Calvin said, with a waggle of his eyebrows, "come on up."
Calvin led him to an office. Ben stood in the doorway, unsure what to do with himself. Ben was ignored while Calvin arranged the monitor on a desk and swept aside random office knick-knacks. He turned back to Ben after he moved a chair into the corner of the room. "Sit there."
Ben raised an eyebrow. Calvin shrugged. "Good view."
Ben sat in the chair. He was facing the desk and its large widescreen monitor. Calvin left the room and returned with a short stool and a large purple plug. Ben's cock hardened as several scenarios involving Calvin and the plug ran through his head. He loved—loved—watching men with toys.
Calvin set the stool down on the far right side of the desk so that Ben could see the entirety of the screen as well as Calvin. The plug also went to the right of the screen. Calvin took a piece of paper out of the printer and grabbed a large black marker. He bent over the table, wrote something on the paper, folded it in half, and set it facing the camera that sat to the left of the monitor.
"66 Faces right?" Calvin looked up at Ben, waiting for confirmation.
Ben nodded. "What's on the paper?"
"Just stuff. Now watch—this is what you like, right?" Calvin opened up the website and started typing. He checked the screen, adjusted the camera and turned to face Ben. The screen was split between the video of Calvin and the video of another 66 Faces user.
Calvin looked into Ben's eyes as he took off his undershirt. The eye-contact made Ben uneasy
, so he looked at the screen. Videos of people flashed on and off at a steady clip: a woman looked, read, and moved on; two men jacking each other; several men fully dressed. Finally one stayed. He read Calvin's sign and grinned. "I'm game."
"Game for what?" Ben asked Calvin.
"The Get-Ben-to-Kiss-Me game," Calvin teased.
"That is not what the paper says," Ben said while staring at the man's fingers pulling on his nipple ring.
Calvin shrugged. "This guy okay? Want me to find someone else?"
"He's fine." The man was more than fine. He was completely into the moment. Older and well built. Both nipples pierced. And the clincher? He bit his lip oh so slightly as he moved his hand up and down his cock.
Calvin put his hands on his waistband, looked at the screen, and nodded.
"Stand up," the man in the computer said. "Take off your pants." Calvin did as the man asked. He threw his pants at Ben, where they landed in his lap. Ben ran his fingers along the smooth khaki-colored fabric. While he was focused on the texture of the pants, a pair of bikini briefs—bikini briefs? Really?—landed on top of his hands. They were silky and dark in contrast to Ben's pale skin in the soft glow of the monitor.
Ben turned his attention to the monitor; the man on the screen was leisurely stroking his cock, smirking at the camera. "Turn around for us now," the man said. "Hope your boyfriend's watching."
Watching—Ben was supposed to be watching Calvin; Calvin who was completely naked and slowly turning in place. Ben had guessed Calvin was hiding a toned body underneath the loose clothing, but wow. "You work out." Ben's voice was hoarse.
"I hike," Calvin said at the camera.
"It shows," the man in the screen said. "Let's see you give that stick a little love."
Ben stifled a laugh. Calvin smirked and reached down, wrapping his hand around his erection. Every few movements Calvin would sway forward, as if he wanted to move closer to Ben, but he stayed rooted firmly in place. With each of those movements, Ben's cock pulsed with even stronger desire compounding atop desire.
"Very nice," the man on the screen said with appreciation. "Does your boyfriend want to join in?"
"You like to show off?" Calvin asked. He closed his eyes with obvious pleasure as he continued stroking his cock. Ben wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't like to show off per se, but he did do it. Quid pro quo and all that.
"Sit down. And invite your boyfriend over."
Calvin opened his eyes and looked back at his stool before sitting. He looked at Ben and raised an eyebrow. As Ben stood, Calvin’s pants and underwear fell from his lap to the ground. He walked forward and stood in front of Calvin.
"Bummer, he's clothed. He follow orders, too?"
"No," Ben said. Not from strangers. He looked down at Calvin. Calvin smiled up at Ben and pressed his face into Ben's stomach. He raised his arm and placed his hand on Ben's hip, kneading softly. Ben raised a hand and ran it through Calvin's shaggy brown hair.
"Pull down his pants."
Calvin looked back up at Ben as he placed his fingers on the buckle of Ben's belt. He slowly slid the end of the belt out of the buckle and then pulled the long piece of leather out of the loops. The belt fell to the ground in a muted thud. Calvin's fingers unhooked the button on his fly and drew the zipper down. Ben was mesmerized by Calvin's fingers. He watched as Calvin’s hands slid up to his hips, this time their skin touching. Calvin slid the pants and boxer shorts down slowly. Ben's throbbing cock popped out and pointed straight at Calvin's lips. Calvin grinned and swiped the tip quickly with his tongue and pulled back.
"Very nice." The computer man kept butting in; Ben couldn't tell if he liked it or if he wanted the man to go. "More. Take more."
Ben looked at the screen to see how much of them was visible; when he focused on the window that showed their side of the video, his breath caught. Calvin was so fucking hot. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he slowly advanced toward the tip of Ben's shaft. He felt the touch of Calvin's lips at the same moment skin touched skin on the screen.
Calvin's hands moved up his thighs, where Ben's pants still hung, to rest on his hips. His grip tightened and the skin around Calvin's fingertips turned white with the added pressure. Calvin's mouth moved closer and closer to the short patch of hair surrounding the base of his shaft. Ben struggled between two intense pleasures: the warm, wet mouth and the sheer beauty of the look on Calvin's face, the stretch of his lips, the placement of his fingers. Ben tightened his own fingers in Calvin's hair, and even the visual of that intensified the lust coursing through his veins.
"Don't forget about yourself," Computer Man said.
Calvin's hand left Ben's hip and disappeared off-screen. A small whimpering sound caused the most delicious vibration on his cock; Ben closed his eyes to savor it.
"Make him come, now." Ben really wished Computer Man would shut up. He wanted to enjoy this, slowly. But Calvin listened to Computer Man. He attacked Ben's cock, sucking and pulling and swirling his tongue in just the right way. His other hand left Ben's hip and rubbed the spot behind his balls. Fuck, Ben was pretty sure that whimper he just heard came from him.
Calvin increased his speed, but the rhythm grew erratic at the same time. Another moan came from Calvin's mouth the same time something warm and wet hit Ben's thighs. He opened his eyes and looked at them on the screen. Calvin's come was slowly sliding down Ben's leg. The image, the feel of it, and the sensations on his cock were too much. He gave Calvin's hair a quick tug in warning right before bliss swept his body. Calvin pulled back, but swallowed everything Ben gave him.
Ben loosened his hand and continued to watch them on the screen. Calvin pulled off, but kept his hand on Ben's hip. He said thanks the Computer Man and, with his other hand, closed the 66 Faces window. Ben stroked his hand through Calvin's hair in regular intervals, waiting for his own breath to even out. Calvin leaned forward and let his face rest on Ben's stomach again.
Part of Ben's mind focused on the short silky strands moving under his fingers, while another part wandered. Holy shit, Calvin just blew me. And it was fucking hot. And I want to do it again, and—wait a minute. Ben's hand stuttered and stilled. Again? He looked down at Calvin whose eyes were closed. The slightest upturn of his lips made his face a mask of serenity.
Ben snatched his hand away from Calvin's head as if it were a hot coal and stepped back. Calvin sighed, his eyes remaining closed as he kneeled unmoving on the floor. Ben took another step back. Calvin sat back and opened his eyes, watching Ben. Ben took yet another step back and fell into his chair.
Calvin looked wary, as though he expected something terrible to happen. Ben took a deep breath and let his head fall back against the wall.
"So," Calvin said. "How was it?"
Ben knew he should lie. He should shrug, refuse to answer. But he ended up with the truth. "Fucking. Hot."
"Yeah?" Calvin relaxed, leaning against the desk; his breathing grew steadier. Ben was having a harder time regaining his composure. After a couple minutes of silence, Calvin stood and said, "I'm going to grab some snacks. Meet me in the kitchen."
Calvin gathered his clothes from the floor. He hopped up and down on one foot then the other getting into his unflattering khaki pants. The hopping made Ben want to laugh, but he stifled the urge. Once Calvin's pants were on, he pulled his tank top over his head and covered his chest. Still barefoot, Calvin left the room.
Several moments of visualizing his happy place—an empty beach on a tropical island—allowed Ben to find a modicum calm. That could very well have been the stupidest thing he'd ever done. If Calvin hadn’t been persistent before …
Ben forced himself to get up and get dressed. He zipped and buttoned his jeans, put his belt back on, and went off in search of the kitchen.
The kitchen was easy to find; the sun had gone down and only one room on the first floor had lights on. Calvin sat at a small breakfast table munching on a cracker. On the table were a knife and a cutting board with crackers, c
heese, and vegetables. Ben sat in the chair across from Calvin.
Calvin finished his cracker and took a drink of water before he looked at Ben. "So what did you like most?"
"Most?"
"Was it the guy watching me, watching us, just me or what?"
Ben choked a little on the sip of water he'd just taken. He was going to have to stop drinking or eating anything around Calvin. It was too dangerous. "You mean you don't want to talk about … baseball or something?"
"Why in God's name would I want to talk about baseball? No, Ben. That doesn't interest you. This does. So let's hear it."
For all the thinking and self-analyzing Ben did, in spite of all the men that Ben watched and let watch him, it was impossible to actually explain to Calvin. So he tried, "I like … watching."
Calvin looked unimpressed. "Figured that one out on my own. There was a lot to watch. Come on Ben, you don't want to talk about safe things like hiking and the weather …"
Ben glared at Calvin and tried to come up with something that would make Calvin happy. "The man, he was … interesting. He was into it. He was enjoying himself. No tattoos." Ben tried to remember anything else about the man and failed.
"And that was 'fucking hot'?"
Ben shook his head. "Fucking hot was when …" He closed his eyes, remembering the picture and was transported back to the moment. "I looked at the screen and saw your lips inches away from my cock. Parted and coming closer. The way your fingers gripped my skin; how it turned white around your fingers. The fall of my clothes to where your arms held my legs. Your chest inches from my jeans. The way your cheeks hollowed. My fingers in your hair, the way you—"
A loud breath from Calvin broke Ben out of his memories. He blushed and quickly shoved a piece of cauliflower into his mouth. Calvin's face was slightly flushed, but he grinned at Ben. "I'm glad we were more interesting than the dude on 66 Faces."
