Fresh air swept his locks back as soon as he left the door behind, climbing up the dark staircase, toward a weak light above. He kept his gait slow and quiet, not to alarm any of the employees that might be up there, preparing the garden for the guests, but he couldn’t hear anything but the usual buzz of the nearby highway.
The door at the top opened up into a space that seemed serene despite the rhythm thudding under Jo’s shoes, even though he couldn’t hear much detail of the music. He stood between two large plants positioned on either side of the entrance and breathed in the air as he closed his eyes to calm down after the chase downstairs.
The rooftop was mostly dark, as none of the lamps had been lit yet, but in the glow coming from the sky and the streetlights nearby, he saw strategically placed potted plants and a bar counter island close by. Behind it, several garden beds and benches dotted the space, leading to a black wall, marked as the Labyrinth with large graffiti.
Jo sighed. He just needed a minute or two. Just that, and he’d be ready to go back and search for Mr. B. He would not be pushed aside like a used sock. They were best friends dammit!
Jo flinched when a movement caught his attention in the darkness, but what he initially interpreted as danger was a person quietly sitting in a large egg-shaped bed with a white sunroof. But when the man leaned forward, his face emerging from the shadows, Jo lost his breath.
There he was. Mr. B, for whom Jo had searched all this time, had been cooped up here all along.
“Jo?” Mr. B uttered.
Jo’s heart galloped, but despite the need to join Mr. B, his feet froze to the floor. He was not prepared for this yet. He wasn’t sure he was ready to face him. “There you are.”
Mr. B stared, clutching something in his hands. “What the hell are you doing here? You didn’t… I mean…”
Jo exhaled and made himself move, consciously thinking of his legs going up and down to do so. “I could ask you the same thing. People seem to be having fun downstairs. Isn’t that what you were after?”
Mr. B leaned back into the safety of the rattan bed, which provided shelter from all sides except of the oval opening on one side. “I was gonna, but then I thought maybe I should mingle first. Give out some flyers. The terrace seemed like a good idea.” He was even dressed the part, in an open red plaid shirt, suspenders, and coffee-colored shorts that revealed half of his strong thighs. He looked hot and yet uncomfortable like a stripper at a Christmas market.
Jo walked up to him but decided not to sit down uninvited and just looked at his friend, who seemed beyond miserable, so alone while the party downstairs was in full swing. “It’s closed, Mr. B.”
Mr. B took a deep breath, looking nothing like the shouty grizzly he was last time they’d seen each other. “I know, but they’ll pour in here eventually.”
Jo swallowed. “You’re here because he’s downstairs, aren’t you?” he asked softly, and slowly scooted down in front of Mr. B. He wished he could touch him and offer his support, like he normally would have, but he wasn’t sure if it was an option with the rift that opened up between them.
Mr. B did look into Jo’s eyes though. “I don’t miss him. I wouldn’t want to be with him again if I got the chance, but he makes me uncomfortable, and he’d make fun of my idea.”
Jo sighed, slowly sinking to the cold stone until he sat cross-legged in front of Mr. B. “You don’t have to care what he thinks. There are other people who care for you,” he added softly, kneading the tips of his sneakers.
Mr. B nodded and showed Jo one of his flyers. “My Photoshop skills are so bad though. These are not good leaflets at all. I should have a good photo on there and stuff. I can’t hand them out, and I couldn’t ask you for advice, ‘cause you were angry with me.”
Jo looked at the flyer and forced himself to hold back a snort. The simple white font was okay-ish, the copy about a digital detox combined with reconnecting to your primal urges was cheesy, and despite being cute, the drawing of a lumberjack flexing his muscles as he carried a tree wasn’t very sexy.
Jo folded the leaflet a few times and stuffed it into his front pocket. “I wasn’t angry with you. You told me to get off your property,” he reminded Mr. B, unable to hold back a sense of tenderness that overcame him when he looked at the horrendous ad.
“I’m sorry. I panicked.” And this time Mr. B wasn’t looking away or hiding from Jo.
Jo exhaled and leaned forward slightly, nervously kneading his feet. There was progress. They weren’t arguing yet, but that didn’t make his stomach any less knotted. “I’m really sorry too. Like... we should have just stayed friends. I really miss you,” he whispered despite the growing bitterness in his heart.
“I miss you too. I got so lonely I kept texting my brother and he’s sick of me by now.” Mr. B smiled slightly. “I know you thought I’d be a safe guy to experiment with, but I’m gay, and I can’t just detach from what I feel to fool around with you. I’m such an idiot. I just sat there and let you give me head when I should have asked you so many questions.”
Jo squirmed with discomfort. “I wasn’t experimenting,” he said, feeling worse by the second. Oh, God. What if the truth were even worse for Mr. B to handle? What if there was no going back? But he owed Mr. B the whole story, and if he didn’t come clean about it, he’d be forced to forever endure not knowing what could have been.
Mr. B patted the bed next to him. “Don’t sit there on the ground. What do you mean? You said you were bi-curious, and that you’d never done anything like that before. I thought you just wanted to trial-run the gay thing.”
Jo groaned, quickly joining Mr. B on the bed. He shifted deeper into the egg-shaped interior lined with leather cushions. The shadows the bed provided would at least ease some of his embarrassment. “God, no. It wasn’t like that at all. I wouldn’t have risked it for thrills,” he uttered, taking a deep breath.
Mr. B watched him with increasing interest, and Jo felt like a bacteria under a microscope. “So… how long have you been into guys? And you were willing to risk it because…?”
Jo pushed back his hair and quickly gathered it into a bun, just so that his hands had something to do. “Christ, B... I’ve had... I’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long now. That’s why I didn’t… get together with anyone after Juniper. Nothing felt right.”
The little smile ghosting over Mr. B’s lips was like the coldest spring water after running through the desert. “On me? Seriously? And so… so that was a real-actual move on me?”
Jo rubbed his face, pulling his cheeks down. This was like pulling teeth, only much more stressful. “It was very fucking serious. But you pushed me away, and I thought you weren’t attracted to me.” He groaned. “God... are you, or not? I need to know before I make myself look like even more of an idiot.”
Mr. B’s sheepish grin and the way he moved closer made butterflies flutter in Jo’s stomach. “Of course I am. You’re stupidly hot. I just never thought this was an option. I thought you just wanted to find out what it’s like to suck dick or whatever.”
“Why didn’t you just ask?” exploded Jo, relaxing against one of the thick rattan walls. “Like... what was I supposed to do? Beg you to kiss me when you so clearly didn’t want to?”
Mr. B didn’t answer. He leaned over, slid his thick arm behind Jo’s back and kissed him. Slowly, carefully, as if Jo were some glass trinket about to break. He wasn’t, God dammit!
But Jo was so overwhelmed by the way his body gave in that he just wound his arms around Mr. B’s neck and opened up, teasing his soft lips with his tongue. The ends of Mr. B’s moustache bit into Jo’s flesh, and he moaned, sucking out warm air straight from Mr. B’s lips.
Jo wasn’t sure if it was Mr. B pushing him down, or if it was him pulling Mr. B closer, but they lay down on the mattress, comfortably settled in each other’s arms. Mr. B took his time teasing Jo’s lips, then his tongue, and his palate. His mouth was gloriously hot, and Mr. B’s firm heartbeat pounded against Jo’s
chest, as if knocking on it to demand entrance.
Jo petted the back of Mr. B’s head and pulled him even closer with his leg, already breathless from the strong, heavy body that settled on top of him. His brain was cooking so rapidly it would turn into mush very soon. “That... definitely feels good,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against B’s.
Mr. B smiled and nuzzled him in return. Jo liked his girls on the chunky side, but Mr. B’s size was a whole other level of that. He wasn’t as soft either, despite having some padding.
“You sure? I don’t wanna lose you over this. I need to know what’s going on with you if we’re gonna take it any further.”
Jo laughed, even though he felt slightly tense about this. “So my nonexistent blowjob skills didn’t scare you off for good?” he asked, combing his fingers through Mr. B’s beard.
Mr. B snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. You just need practice.” He arched his chin to the touch. “What… I know you like me, but what else do you like in guys? Do you consider yourself bi?”
Jo took a deep breath, but with Mr. B he could be serious. He’d already had his cock in his mouth, so there was no hiding it really. “Yeah, although I haven’t really gone there with guys before you,” he said, licking his lips. Mr. B smelled of the sandalwood used in his favorite beard oil, and Jo was confident he would soon react to this scent like Pavlov's dog to a bell.
“Have you liked other guys before me?” Mr. B crooked his head to the side, and Jo couldn’t miss that the cock in Mr. B’s shorts was becoming harder.
Jo exhaled and gave Mr. B a soft kiss, still greedy for more. He pulled on Mr. B’s arm and put it farther around his own shoulders, bringing them even closer. “Not enough to... give it a shot.”
“So what do you like about me so much? Other than me being amazing, of course, and me stocking you up with homemade jams and booze?” Mr. B was quick to hug Jo tightly and kiss him again. It really was happening. Mr. B’s meaty body was so lovely to the touch Jo had a hard time focusing on the questions.
“When we first met, I knew right away we’d be close, you know. We had this spark. I can relax around you, because I know you’re not gonna lie to me, or judge me. You have the sweetest personality.”
“How did you realize you were bi? And I told you my story about pining for the school janitor, so you gotta be honest.” Mr. B lowered his head and nuzzled Jo’s neck, tickling it with all the hair, and making Jo’s toes curl.
Jo closed his eyes, stretching his neck to expose his throat to the delicious touch. “I wish I knew. I was just attracted to guys as well. Maybe... in high school I could put a name on it, but it wasn’t like I had been immune to hot guys before that.”
Mr. B’s big hands slid over Jo’s body, sending shivers down Jo’s spine when they reached his ass. “And what did you think about doing with these guys?” he murmured against Jo’s neck, his cock a constant presence against Jo’s thigh, agitating all of Jo’s senses.
He gasped, rocking his hips against Mr. B and pulling him closer with his arms. “I can tell you what I wanted to do with you,” he whispered, too taken by the atmosphere to be embarrassed.
Mr. B squeezed him harder. “Oh, God. Tell me all about it.”
Jo took a big gulp of air, holding on to the firm shoulders. “I get super aroused every time you make fun of how short I am compared to you and pick me up to prove the point. And I—” He took a deep breath, kissing Mr. B’s ear. “Will you fuck me, Mr. B?”
Mr. B groaned and rocked his hips against Jo slowly, looking up with his eyelids lowered halfway over the blue eyes. “Straight boy wants to get fucked?” He wiggled his eyebrows but then frowned. “Sorry. I mean, I’m having a tough time adjusting to you being not-straight. What if you don’t like being fucked, Jo?” He left the gentlest kiss on Jo’s jaw.
Snap. Jo chewed on his lip, shivering from the gentle touch. He hadn’t been so turned-on since forever, and if he was to have a serious conversation before all this descended into thrusting and cumming, he couldn’t open his pants yet. “I actually... I’ve had this kink for a while now. I never told you, because you’d joke about it.”
Another murmur sent Jo’s leg wrapping around Mr. B’s. “I’m so horny right now. Tell me more. I won’t laugh.”
Jo rolled his eyes. He didn’t believe that declaration one bit. “You ever heard of pegging?”
Mr. B’s head snapped up, face as serious as ever. “You didn’t!”
Jo shrugged, relieved that Mr. B managed to keep his promise. “With most of my girlfriends.”
Mr. B bit his lip and wouldn’t even blink. “That’s so hot. That’s so hot,” he whined, already gently humping Jo as he squeezed his ass again.
Jo licked his lips and pulled Mr. B’s hips closer with his thighs. The pressure against his dick was so exquisite he needed a breather before answering. “Yeah. But no real cock so far. I think you should do the honors, B.”
The deep grumble from within Mr. B’s chest sent yet more arousal streaming between their bodies. “I will. I will treat your ass so well.” He left kiss after kiss on Jo’s face, rubbing his soft, earthy-scented beard against the over sensitive skin. “Can we do it now, or is this a fantasy for the future?”
Jo chuckled. “I’d feel offended if you wouldn’t do it now,” he said, pushing the back of his shoe between Mr. B’s thighs and pressing its heel against B’s trapped balls. “Go on.”
“Christ, Jo.” Mr. B pushed his face against Jo’s cheek, his weight hot and throbbing on top, and as anxious as Jo had been, he now couldn’t wait to not only see Mr. B’s cock again, but feel it deep inside him. He leaned out slightly to pull down the sunroof, which turned out to be far more than just that. Pulled all the way down until it locked at the edge of the seat, the construction of metal and fabric hid them in the cocoon of the rattan bed. It was their own little world of complete privacy.
Jo pulled him closer by the beard and licked a warm line along Mr. B’s cheek. “I’m so happy I came here. Where else would I get my ass finally nailed by a real man, if not at an orgy?”
“I can’t believe I haven’t known this for so long. I actually forced myself to never fantasize about you, and then when you sucked me off it was this total short circuit to my brain.” Mr. B rose to his knees to fumble with Jo’s pants, eager like a puppy.
Jo pushed his hips up and kicked off one of his sneakers, not caring where on the bed it landed. A sense of urgency now sank its claws into his flesh, and he tore off his tank top as well, eager to finally—after four years—feel Mr. B with all of his body. “I loved it too.”
Mr. B looked up for only a second, too busy pulling off Jo’s pants and underwear. “You did it with so much… passion.” He snorted, sliding his hands all the way from Jo’s hips to his pecs in amazement, and Jo shuddered, overwhelmed by how huge Mr. B’s palms felt on him.
“Oh, there was a lot of passion in it. This was supposed to be my one shot to win you over, remember?” he asked, tugging on Mr. B’s suspenders, only to release them against Mr. B’s flesh.
“Ow!” Mr. B laughed and descended on Jo, entwining their hands and pinning him to the mattress. “Jo, you had me at ‘What’s the WOD?’”
“Really? Already?” Jo exhaled and didn’t fight Mr. B’s hold, instead arching up for another kiss. His skin was burning as if Mr. B rubbed it with ginger, and yet it was so pleasant.
“I know I was in a relationship back then, so it’s not like I’d have hit on you, and then I thought you were straight, so I mentally slapped myself, but I couldn’t get over how cool you were. I wanted to be your friend so bad.” And yet with all this talk of friendship, Mr. B kept grinding against Jo’s cock, his own still hidden in the shorts.
Jo whimpered and kicked off his other sneaker. “Come on, I want you naked. I want your skin, B. You’re so fucking hot I want to eat you.”
Mr. B grinned and straightened up on his knees, but quickly bowed lower when he hit his head on the solid part of their hideout. H
e shook his head and pulled down his suspenders, and then his shirt, as if teasing Jo on purpose with how slow he was undressing for him.
Jo groaned, pushing his remaining clothes all the way off. There was just enough light coming inside the bed that they could see one another, and he leaned forward to glide his hands over Mr. B’s meaty flesh, gently tugging at his body hair and kissing his way up B’s thick neck. He licked the stubble on his neck and buried his nose in the fragrant beard.
There was no doubt whatsoever that he was with a guy. That he was sexual with a guy. And there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind whether he should be here, with Mr. B, about to bottom for him. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, despite the stress of novelty.
“You know how I joke about being a pleaser?” Mr. B took his time unbuttoning his shorts, then opening them to show off the bulge inside. “I really mean it. Tell me what you like, and I’ll do it. It turns me on to see my partner in pleasure.”
Jo grinned and rubbed his hand against Mr. B’s naked thigh. “I think we’ll have to work things out in practice. I just can’t wait to feel your dick inside me. I’ve been fantasizing about it for so long. It’s so thick,” Jo whispered into Mr. B’s ear, slowly moving his fingers to his crotch.
Mr. B let out the cutest moan and leaned into the touch. “I’ll fuck you so good. It will be so much better than pegging.”
Jo grinned and curled his fingers around the warm cock, pulling it out of its cotton sheath. Just thinking of it moving inside his body had Jo shivering with need. He pumped it gently, still in disbelief of how different it felt to touching his own. “It’s gonna be yours. Of course it’s gonna feel better,” he teased, pulling on Mr. B’s earlobe with his teeth.
Mr. B rocked his hips into Jo’s palm, and he began a thorough exploration of Jo’s body. From his hips to his sides, rubbing his palms against Jo’s arms as he leaned in for a deep kiss full of tongue, heat, and excitement.
Jo moaned when their chests touched. It was so strange that while he appreciated smoother, female bodies, Mr. B’s body hair excited him so much. He was like a wild man, big, strong, and covered in that delicious fur that now tickled Jo’s skin while they moved together, rocking their hips, lips locked for so long Jo became breathless and needed to turn his head away for some air. He smeared the slick precum all over Mr. B’s cockhead and slowly pumped his cock, making it grow in his hands despite his mind longing to already feel it somewhere else.
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