by Ryan Field
At the front door, Cain stopped and leaned into Jim’s side. “I’m going home now, man. You’re in good hands. Chase will take good care of you.”
“You’re going home?” Jim asked. “You’re leaving me alone with him?”
Cain smiled. “He’s cool, trust me. I knew he was gay in high school. I let him blow me once or twice. I called him and told him to meet us at the bar. He’s hot for you. He told me earlier he’s dying to get into your pants. And I think it’s time you got laid, dude.”
Well. This was a fine state of affairs.
His best friend was setting him up with a football player from high school he hardly even remembered. He wasn’t sober enough to drive a car, but he wasn’t drunk enough to say he didn’t know what he was doing. Before he had a chance to decline on this offer, Cain turned and started walking back to the car. Chase put his hand on Jim’s ass, kissed him on the mouth, and closed the front door.
*****
Jim couldn’t seem to gain the strength he needed to push Chase away from him. No matter how hard he tried to say no and back away, he wanted this football player from his high school days to take him.
When they were in Jim’s bedroom, Jim removed his cell phone from his pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. Then Chase pulled Jim’s pants down without asking for permission; Jim kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants without putting up much of an argument. He did say, “No, this is wrong…I shouldn’t be doing this…please stop,” few times. But the more he said he didn’t want to do it the more attention he received from Chase. The slightest hint of rejection seemed to turn the man on even more. And Jim knew…he knew this deep in his gut…that if he’d really wanted Chase to stop manhandling him all he had to do was say “no,” and Chase would have listened. Chase wasn’t the mean, obnoxious type who would force himself on someone. He didn’t force himself on Jim that night; he was only reacting to each move Jim made.
Like when Jim said, “no,” and then reached down and rubbed Chase’s crotch to see if his dick was hard. Chase responded by groping him. Or when Jim said, “we can’t do this, please stop, it’s wrong,” and then arched his back, spread his legs. Chase responded by playing with his ass while they kissed in the middle of his bedroom. Chase didn’t even pull down his own zipper. While Jim continued to say he shouldn’t be doing this with Chase, as he protested with constant rejections, Jim went down on his knees, pulled Chase’s zipper down, and yanked his dick out so fast poor Chase lurched backward and yelped. And when Jim sighed and said, “This is so wrong and I should stop,” right before he sucked Chase’s huge dick to the back of his throat, Chase didn’t have many choices left.
Each time Chase’s dark hairy testicles slapped against Jim’s chin he sucked harder. The vulgar sounds that came from his mouth that night reminded him of the last time the vacuum for the swimming pool clogged up with leaves. Chase had long, thick legs and they were covered with a decent amount of dark hair. Although he trimmed his balls and crotch he had just the right amount of hair between his legs a man should have. And his deep, football player voice only made Jim want to suck even harder. Jim didn’t even bother to pull his own shirt off his head. He just yanked the neck until it ripped, then he tore the T-shirt down the middle and let it slide off his shoulders.
Chase said such sexy things, too. He glanced down, while his dick was in Jim’s mouth and Jim was sucking his pre-come, and gently rubbed Jim’s shoulders. “Man, you have the sexiest, smoothest fucking shoulders I’ve ever seen. I could get off just by rubbing my dick across those shoulders.”
Jim glanced up, still sucking his dick, and shrugged.
When Chase took one look at Jim’s innocent eyes and the way Jim’s lips were wrapped around his shaft, he sucked in his bottom lip and started moving his hips with an even beat. Jim pressed his fingertips to Chase’s thighs and ran his tongue back and forth across the bottom of Chase’s shaft. Jim had once read that the thick vein on the bottom of a guy’s dick wasn’t actually a vein at all. It was something more technical, with a complicated medical name Jim knew he would never recall after he’d read the pedantic, boring article. The only thing that turned Jim off more than the thought a nude woman with a big bush was too much technical detail about sex. Jim liked dirty, naughty phrases like horse hung, ass pirate, and ram rod. Although he wouldn’t have used words or phrases like this out of context, in the middle of sex just thinking about a big fucking ram rod up his tight man hole made his legs tingle. Jim preferred to think of the vein on the bottom of a dick as a vein, because for Jim this quasi vein was the second most wonderful part of a dick. Anyone who loved dick…truly loved dick in the way gay men like Jim loved dick…would understand this lack of respect for detail about the human body and scientific explanation. Sucking a guy off wasn’t a biology exam. It wasn’t supposed to be that serious.
For Jim, the first most wonderful part of a dick was the head. And Jim took his time sucking and licking the head of Chase’s dick that night. At one point, he wrapped his lips around it and ran his tongue back and forth across the opening. Though Jim did not remember Chase from high school in detail, Chase had probably been one of the guys on the football team he’d often fantasized about when he was in high school. He never, not in his wildest dreams, thought he would wind up in bed with one of those jocks when he was a full grown consenting adult.
And that’s exactly what happened that night: they wound up in Jim’s bed. After Jim sucked Chase to the point where he almost came in Jim’s mouth, Chase pulled out, stepped back, and removed all his clothes. He didn’t remove his socks, which was fine with Jim. Before they climbed into Jim’s bed, Jim went down on his knees and pulled Chase’s socks off with his teeth. After he removed them, he licked and sucked each one of Chase’s toes. Every single part of a man’s body was an event for a gay man like Jim; he didn’t want to miss an inch.
When they were in bed beneath the covers, the guilt returned and Jim started to chicken out again. “We can’t do this. I’m kind of seeing someone right now. It would be cheating.”
Chase put his arms around Jim and asked, “Are you in a committed relationship with this guy?”
“No. We’re just seeing each other, I think,” Jim said. He squeezed Chase’s shoulder muscles and closed his eyes, saying no with his voice but inviting Chase to continue with his actions.
Chase moved closer and climbed halfway on top of Jim. He pushed his dick into Jim’s pelvis and asked, “Do you have a future with this guy?”
Jim arched his back and said, “I’m not sure. I don’t think so. Maybe. I don’t really know.” He remembered his last conversation with Len: it hadn’t been productive. The odds were not leaning in his favor and he had a sinking feeling Len would never come out of the closet and leave his wife.
Chase bit Jim’s neck and said, “Then this isn’t cheating. You haven’t defined a relationship with this dude yet. This is you having fun right now…because you can.”
Jim wasn’t so sure about this. He didn’t think Len would agree with Chase. Len would probably kick Chase in the ass and then punch him in the face. “Are you certain that’s all I’m doing? Having fun?”
Chase moved up and rested all his weight on Jim’s body. “I’m certain.” Then he shoved his tongue into Jim’s mouth and started kissing him again.
While they kissed, Jim’s legs parted beneath the covers. He bent them at the knee, lifted them, and Chase started slowly moving his hips again. After being with Len all summer, Jim knew exactly what to do with Chase that night. Len had broken him in well. He knew Chase wanted to fuck him. He could tell by the way Chase’s dick poked his groin and by the way Chase’s breathing grew labored and inconsistent. He felt a drop of perspiration fall from Chase’s forehead and he said, “I have condoms in the top drawer.” He’d purchased the lubricated condoms to have sex with Len. But Len always carried his own and Jim didn’t need them.
When Chase heard this he laughed and said, “You want me
to fuck you, don’t you? You want it.”
Jim removed his right hand from Chase’s shoulder and reached for the top drawer next to his bed. He fumbled for a moment, opened the drawer, and grabbed the condoms on the first try. While Chase continued to dry fuck Jim’s groin, Jim’s right hand met his left at the back of Chase’s head and he removed one condom from the package. He tossed the package on the floor and said, “Fuck me,” in a stage whisper.
Chase bit his shoulder and said, “You put it on for me and guide me in.”
Jim removed the condom wrapper and slid both hands under the covers. When Chase’s hips went up, Jim took Chase’s dick and rolled the condom down his shaft. He did this with care so he wouldn’t remove the lubricant. With two fingers, he took the shaft and guided it down between his legs. He opened his legs as wide as he could and pressed the head into his opening. While he worked it inside his body, Chase remained patient. He kissed Jim’s forehead and let Jim do all the work. After a few seconds of pain, Jim stroked Chase’s balls and said, “Deeper.” Then he pulled his arms out from under the covers and laced his fingers together at the back of Chase’s neck again.
At first, Chase slid in and out without working hard. The bed didn’t rock, the room didn’t spin, and they continued to kiss the entire time. Making out and fucking at the same time with Chase wasn’t as explosive as it had been with Len. There was something missing that Jim couldn’t figure out. But it wasn’t a bad thing either. Chase was a different lover in the sense that he tended to make unplanned moves when Jim least expected them. As the momentum increased, the bed started to rock. And by the time Chase started to really bang away between Jim’s legs, the headboard pulled away from the wall and the drawer Jim had opened next to his bed fell out of the nightstand and crashed upside down on the floor.
With each thrust, the covers slid down their bodies. When they were exposed, Jim glanced at a full length mirror and watched Chase fuck him. It was the perfect angle; Jim could see them both with absolute clarity. He was glad he hadn’t turned off the lights. He’d always imagined how he would look in bed with a man and now he could see it happen. He watched Chase’s buttocks rise up and plunge forward until his dick pinned Jim to the bed. When he thought about Chase’s dick so deep in his body, his toes curled back. He saw his own open legs that were still bent at the knee bob up and down with each hard pound. While he continued to hold Chase’s shoulder with his left hand, he reached down between his legs so he could jack himself off. When he did this, Chase grunted and said he was coming soon. Jim kept his gaze on the mirror and started jacking his own dick faster. It was almost like watching porn and he was the star.
A few minutes after that, Chase said, “Ah fuck,” and rammed his dick into Jim’s body with exaggerated force. Jim watched this all in the mirror; he saw Chase’s upper body rise; his jaw dropped when he saw the way Chase’s buttocks tightened as he filled the condom. Chase remained in this position, still deep in Jim’s body, and Jim stroked his own dick and unloaded all over his stomach. When he came, one leg went all the way up and he shouted something out loud that amazed him more than what he saw in the mirror: “Fuck me Chase, you big fucking stud.”
When Chase pulled out, he fell beside Jim and took a few deep breaths. He wiped sweat from his forehead and said, “Damn, that was hot. You’re a good little fuck. I knew you liked dick the minute I saw you in the bar.”
Jim smiled and shrugged. No one had ever said anything so crude to him before. Len usually kissed him on the lips and thanked him. Sometimes he said something sweet that tugged at Jim’s heart and brought a tear to his eye.
“I had a feeling you were a dirty little fucker,” Chase said. Then he reached around and slapped Jim on the side of his ass.
Len never said things like this either. He always told Jim how cute and adorable he was in bed. “Ah well, thanks.”
Chase pressed his fist to his stomach and belched out loud. “I’m fucking beat, man. You wore me out with that ass. Let’s get some sleep.”
For some reason, Jim had been under the impression Chase would leave after they’d had sex. He hadn’t planned on actually sleeping with him. He’d never actually spent a full night with any man, not even Len. “You’re spending the night?”
Chase pulled the condom off his dick and tossed it onto Jim’s stomach. He turned over on his stomach, yawned, and said, “I have no way to get home. You have to drive me home. It’s too late now.”
“I see,” Jim said. He picked up the used condom with two fingers and sat up so he could go to the bathroom and wash the come off his stomach. He glanced at the condom: the tip was, indeed, filled.
Chase yawned again. He closed his eyes and said, “I’ll let you suck my dick again in the morning.”
Jim said, “Okay.” Then he climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom to flush his guilt down the toilet.
*****
By the time Jim returned from the bathroom, he noticed Chase had fallen asleep. The covers were still off the bed and the light was still on. Jim turned off the light and walked back to the bed. He picked up the covers and spread them across the bed. This time Jim got a firsthand look at Chase’s naked body. He climbed back into bed, moved up next to Chase and took a closer look at his legs. He’d never been this close to an unconscious naked man before and he wasn’t sure when he would be again. So he ran his palm up and down both of Chase’s legs and felt them up for a few minutes. Then he ran his right palm up Chase’s naked back and squeezed his shoulder muscles. From the back, he reminded Jim of the nude Playgirl Magazine version of Levi Johnston. Chase had that all American male look, with the wavy dark hair and thick neck.
But when Jim leaned forward to take in the scent of Chase’s arm pits, Chase grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to the mattress. He didn’t say anything; he just laughed and pulled Jim up against his warm body. Jim rested his head against Chase’s chest and closed his eyes. They fell asleep naked and uncovered because Jim was too embarrassed about being caught to reach down for the covers.
By the time Jim woke the next morning, the covers were up to their necks and Chase’s erection was poking his groin. He figured Chase must have pulled the covers up sometime during the night. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand and saw it was only six o’clock. So he wrapped his leg around Chase’s body and closed his eyes again. Sleeping with a man was far better than he’d imagined it would be. Only he wished his first time had been with Len.
When Jim opened his eyes two hours later, he inhaled the scent of dick. Chase was on his knees straddling Jim’s neck. He smacked his balls against Jim’s chin and laughed. He slapped his erection on Jim’s nose and said, “Open wide, you dirty little fucker.”
Jim took a deep breath and inhaled again, and then he opened his mouth and sucked both balls at the same time. He rested his palms against Chase’s hairy thighs and sucked with his eyes closed. His cheeks bulged; his mouth watered. With each breath he took, the smell from between Chase’s legs filled him with a kind of desire that made him forget his guilt.
When Jim started sucking Chase’s cock, Chase propped Jim’s head up higher on two more pillows so they’d both be more comfortable. Jim wound up dead still, with his hands braced on Chase’s hips, as Chase fucked his face. They remained this way until Chase starting breathing faster. That’s when Chase reached down to stroke the base of his shaft so he could jack a load into Jim’s mouth. At first, Jim thought Chase was going to give him a facial. He wouldn’t have minded getting a facial. But it soon became evident to Jim that Chase had no intention of removing the head of his dick from Jim’s mouth. So Jim lowered his hand and began to stroke his own dick. Jim grew close; he knew Chase was close from the way he was grunting. A minute later, Chase’s upper body tilted backward, his muscles tightened, and he blasted a load into Jim’s mouth. When Chase did this, Jim climaxed at the exact moment he swallowed. Jim came with an arc this time and splattered Chase’s back.
When it was over, they didn�
�t kiss and Chase didn’t say anything sweet. They took a shower together and Jim took advantage of lathering up Chase’s entire body. He washed his legs, his feet, his balls, and his dick. He’d always wanted to hop into the shower with a real jock. When they were dressed, Jim offered to make coffee and breakfast but all Chase wanted was coffee. He kissed Jim on the forehead and said, “I’d like to get back home early if that’s okay. I have a lot to do this afternoon and I have a date later with a guy I met online. I’m hoping he’ll be a great fuck bud.”
Jim smiled. At least he knew Chase had no intention of starting a serious relationship. “No problem,” he said.
“And, by the way,” Chase said, “Some dude called your cell last night while you were passed out. I answered and said you were sleeping and he hung up fast. I grabbed the phone as a reflex. I think he called again and left a message. You’d better check your voice mail.”
Jim felt a pain in his chest. He’d been so drunk and tired he’d never heard the phone. “What was the guy’s name?” He wished Chase hadn’t answered his phone. He should have kept the phone in his pants.
Chase shrugged. “He didn’t say.”
Jim didn’t check his voice mail right away. He drove Chase home in his mother’s car, an older model Mercedes sedan she refused to part with. He took him to a modern condominium complex that had a nice view of downtown Dallas, at least from what he could see from the exterior. He didn’t go inside with Chase. He pulled up to the entrance and said, “It was nice meeting you.”
Chase leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t seem to care that two elderly woman were passing by. “I had fun, too.” He reached into his back pocket and handed Jim his card. “If you ever want to play around again, call me. We’ll figure something out. I’m always up for anything. And I have a feeling you are, too. We’d be good fuck buds. I’ll bet you can be kinky when you want to be.”
Jim’s eyebrows went up. He’d never considered himself the kind of person who was up for anything…or that he’d be anyone’s fuck buddy. He’d always considered himself to be the kind of person who was cautious about everything. He often worried so much about what other people thought of him he turned red if someone next to him sneezed or belched, fearing people would think he’d done it.
