by Jayda Marx
That’s why when he invited me back to his place after the movie, I gladly accepted.
*****
“I take it this is where the magic happens,” I said as Vic parked the car in his garage. There was only enough room inside for one car, so the pickup he drove everyday remained in the driveway. He offered to let me drive to his house from the cinema, but I didn’t want to hog his vehicle. Plus, he looked hot as hell behind the wheel, so the view made the trip in the passenger seat just as great.
“This is the place.” Tools of all kinds filled the building, and I could tell by one look that they were sorted by type and size. I was glad he was as organized as I was; cluttered spaces made me anxious. “Come on inside and I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the house.”
Vic lived in a nice brick single-story home. Each room was clean and cozy and decorated in dark colors, like the black leather sectional sofa in the living room and the mahogany cabinets and dining table in the kitchen. His bedroom held a queen size dark brown sleigh bed dressed in a gray comforter. When we stepped into the space, Vic gave me a sinful smile and reached for me.
“Actually, can I use your restroom first?”
“Of course. It’s down the hall on the left.”
“Thanks.” I hustled to the room and took a quick piss before pulling a washcloth from a dark-stained cabinet. I took a shower before Vic picked me up, but I figured a person could never be too clean. I soaped up the cloth and gave myself a whore bath (pits, tits, and naughty bits) before tossing it into the clothes hamper in the corner. When I did, I noticed a brown shaggy bath mat was wadded up on the floor. I couldn’t walk away without straightening it, so I bent down to pick it up. But before I could grab it, it moved. And then it emitted a low, gurgling, growling noise.
“Holy shit!” I damn near tripped over my feet as I ran out into the hallway. “Vic! Vic, I need you!”
His expression was one of pure panic as he hustled down the hall. Since I left him, he’d stripped down to only his boxer briefs, and my jaw dropped at the sight of his nearly-naked body approaching me. “What’s wrong?”
Huh? Oh, right; the only thing that could tear my attention from his sexy inked body was the demon carpet on the floor. “What the fuck is that thing?” I demanded, pointing at the blob, which was still gurgling.
Vic chuckled as he walked into the bathroom. What a brave man. “This is my cat.” He scooped the blob into his arms and brought it closer so I could see that yes, it was a cat. A terrifying cat with a gangly body, long, scraggly mud-colored hair and one milky eye.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing,” he laughed again. “He’s just very old; nineteen, to be exact. He was my mother’s cat and I promised her I’d look after him. He looks like he’s seen better days, but I take him to the vet regularly. They assure me he’s healthy and happy, just old, and us old guys have to stick together. He’s my movie buddy on lazy days.” It was sweet of Vic to care for his mom’s cat, but the thing was still scary as hell. “Would you like to pet him?”
That’s a hard pass. “No thanks.”
“Aw, you don’t have to be afraid of him.” He scratched behind the animal’s ears and booped its nose with his own. “You wouldn’t hurt anybody, would you, Cat?”
“His name is Cat?”
“His full name is Cat Sajack,” Vic replied with a chuckle. “My mom loved Wheel of Fortune.” Wow. “Here, just give him a little scratch under the chin.” Oh god. I slowly reached my hand out and stroked a finger under its bony jaw. “You like that don’t you, Cat?” Vic crooned. It answered by giving my finger a lick with what felt like a dry sandpaper tongue. That’s enough of that.
I dropped my hand and Vic smiled. “I’ll go feed him and meet you back in the bedroom.”
I nodded and hurried into Vic’s room. It’s not that I hated animals, but I was leery of them. When I was four, our neighbor’s dog bit my hand when I tried to pet it and I had to get stitches. Since then, I never wanted a pet or to be around animals much. Cat Sajack seemed chill and I didn’t doubt Vic when he said his pet wouldn’t hurt me, but I couldn’t help my discomfort. I just hoped I didn’t upset Vic; the cat belonged to his mother and was a part of her that still lived on. The cat was surely important to him, and I hoped I didn’t disrespect him.
If I did, I had an idea that might help him forgive me. I pulled off all of my clothing and, fighting my urge to fold them neatly, tossed them to the floor at the end of the bed. I took my soft cock in my hand and stroked until it thickened and lengthened in my palm.
Vic stepped into the room and his eyes immediately grew dark and heavy. “My, my, isn’t this a lovely sight?” He cupped his hand over his crotch and rubbed himself through the cotton of his underwear. “Are you getting hard for me?” I nodded and he moaned as his hand squeezed around his thickening cock. “And when you get that pretty dick all hard for me, what do you want me to do with it? Touch it? Suck it?”
“Yes,” I whispered, jerking myself faster. “Anything. Everything.”
Vic hummed as he strode across the room to me. He pressed a line of hot kisses up my neck and ran his tongue along the shell of my ear before whispering, “I want to fuck you, Jay.”
“Oh god.” A full body shudder rocked through me at his words. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but now that the idea was out there, nothing else would do.
“You want it too?” As he asked, he pulled my hand from my own dick and placed it on his. “You want this cock inside you?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. There was no question in my mind; I wanted this, and I only wanted it with Vic. I trusted him to take care of me and make me feel good.
He hummed again and bit my neck. “Climb onto the bed on your hands and knees.” I turned my back to him and my heart pounded as I crawled onto the mattress. Every part of me was on display for him, but I wasn’t embarrassed; only excited. Vic always made me feel so beautiful, and I never questioned his desire for me.
“Oh yes,” Vic groaned, grabbing two handfuls of my ass and kneading my flesh like dough. “You’re so sexy, Jay. And you have the most beautiful little hole.” He pulled my cheeks apart and my puckered flesh stretched. “I’m gonna get you all opened up for me.”
Before I could ask how, a hot, wet presence slid over my balls, up my crack and across my pucker. I gasped when Vic’s tongue circled the rim of my asshole and saliva trickled down my taint. I tipped my head back onto my shoulders and groaned at the ceiling.
“You like it when I eat your ass?” Vic asked, and I moaned when his warm breath fanned against my slick hole.
“Yes! Please, Vic; more!”
He didn't disappoint. He pressed his tongue firmly against me and licked slow and deep. He tapped against it in quick punches. He wiggled the tip of his tongue until it breached me. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Vic reached between my legs and took my weeping cock into his hand.
He stroked me slowly as he tongued my ass, piercing his slick appendage past my rosebud. He sipped against my skin as he licked my internal walls as deeply as he could reach. I clutched the blanket in my fists and mashed my ass back onto his face, silently pleading for more.
And then everything stopped. Vic pulled his tongue free and released my dick. “No! Please, I need it.” I didn’t care I was begging; I’d do anything for more of his touch.
“Easy, Jay, I got you. I’m gonna take care of you.” I whipped my head to the side at the sound of a drawer opening, and saw Vic lifting a bottle of lube from the nightstand. He also grabbed a box of condoms and tossed them by my knee before popping the top of the lube bottle open and pouring some of the clear liquid into his hand.
“I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m gonna make sure you’re ready for me.” He touched a cool, wet fingertip to my hole and wiggled it in. It felt similar to his tongue until it went deeper. His finger slid inch by inch into me and my muscles clenched at the intrusion.
“Just relax,” Vic crooned, rubbing
his free hand up and down my back. “Take deep breaths for me.” I breathed deeply through my nose and out of my mouth while he eased his finger in and out of me. I wished I could watch his tattooed knuckles disappearing into my body. My muscles relaxed at the mental image, he moved easier, and it felt better. “There you go. One more.”
I didn’t clench when his second finger entered me, but I gritted my teeth together at the sting. I’d never put anything in my ass and wasn’t sure what to expect, besides that it would probably hurt. But besides the dull twinge, there wasn’t any pain. It was because Vic knew what he was doing, and how to look after me.
His slick fingers moved in and out of me and the sting disappeared, leaving only pleasure. When he brushed against my walls, an electric tingle travelled up my spine and down into my balls. When I moaned and rocked back onto his hand, trying to bury his digits further inside me, everything stopped again. I whimpered when Vic pulled his fingers out of me.
“You’re ready.” I watched over my shoulder as he dropped his underwear, tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled the latex down his length. He poured more lube onto his cock and pressed the tip to my hole. “Remember; relax, take deep breaths, and push out. You might go soft; that’s normal, okay?” I nodded and faced forward once more.
My teeth gnashed together again when Vic pushed into me. His dick was much thicker than his fingers, and colors flashed in my vision as his tip stretched my hole. The burning came back, even more intensely than last time, but I focused on my breathing. I tightened my stomach and pushed out against him, and Vic’s crown popped through my ring of muscle. I took deep breaths and forced my body to relax as he slowly sank inside me.
When he was fully submerged in my ass, Vic stopped to let me get used to his size. My cock had gone mostly soft, and I was glad he warned me; otherwise, I’d be afraid of offending him.
“Are you okay?” Vic asked in a strangled voice. It was probably killing him to hold still instead of thrusting into me. I didn’t think I could speak, so I nodded again. “Good. I’m going to move, but I want you to tell me if it’s too much.” He slowly pulled back and pushed inside me again. “Touch yourself, Jay.”
I took my dick in hand and gave it long, slow pulls and it quickly plumped back up. The pleasure distracted me from the pain in my ass, and my muscles loosened, allowing Vic to thrust back and forth easier.
“God Jay, you’re so tight and warm,” he moaned, quickening his pace. “You feel so fucking good.” He snapped his pelvis back and forth, burying his cock to the hilt every time.
He gripped my hips and pulled up as he pushed inside me. He hit a place along my passage that made my eyes go crossed and a cry rip from my throat.
"What was that?"
"That's your sweet spot," Vic grunted, nailing the spot again and again. I pushed back as he pushed in, taking him as deep as possible, but still wanting more. I was full of him, but I still wanted him closer.
I jerked my drooling dick the way Vic showed me until intense pleasure bloomed through my body and I knew I wouldn't last long. "I'm close," I grunted through clenched teeth.
"Come for me, Jay," he pleaded, slamming into me with all of his strength.
A tingling sensation started in my toes, and they curled into the balls of my feet. My calves and thighs hardened into stone, and my balls lifted. I cried out into the room as my cock surged and exploded. I painted my fingers with warm cum which sprinkled onto the blanket beneath me.
"Fuck yes," Vic panted. His breathing was fast and shallow as he continued to pound my ass. "Oh god…Jay!" His dick pulsed against my hole as he filled the condom and I wished I could feel his warm seed in my body.
I looked back as he held onto the latex around the base of his cock and pulled it free from me. He rested his other hand on my back and steadied his ragged breathing.
"Be...right back," he muttered before stumbling out of the room. He returned a moment later carrying a wet cloth, which he used to clean my cock, hand, and the covers. "How do you feel?" he asked, massaging my hole with his fingers.
"Fucking incredible," I mumbled against the mattress, where my face was planted.
"You'll probably be sore tomorrow."
"Good." I wanted every reminder of the night, though I knew I'd never forget it.
Vic chuckled and gently swatted my ass. "Scoot over; you're hogging all of the bed."
"You don't want me to get dressed and head home?"
"I'm too tired to drive you home," Vic shrugged. "You knocked my ass out."
I couldn't help but be proud as I moved to the side of the bed and burrowed beneath the blankets. When Vic took his place at my side, emotions warred within me. Lying there with him after sharing my body was everything I wanted. Even if it was just from exhaustion or convenience, I'd allow myself to enjoy the moment and pray this wasn't the only chance I got.
"Goodnight, Jay," Vic said as he nestled his head onto his pillow, wearing a sleepy, satisfied smile.
"Goodnight." The last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was, I'm going to get my heart broken, but at that moment, I couldn't find it in me to care.
Chapter Seven
Vic
I smiled when I saw Jay's name flash across the screen of my cell phone. Just those three letters was all it took to bring a goofy smile to my face.
I hadn't spoken to him since dropping him off at his place yesterday after waking up next to him in my bed. I was scared shitless to ask him to stay, and tried to play it cool. Thankfully he accepted my offer, though I doubted he would have if he knew what it meant to me. All I wanted was to lie next to him and feel the warmth from his body while basking in my love for him. Because I knew without a doubt what I tried to deny; I loved Jay.
I loved seeing the proud gleam in his eye when I complimented his cooking and his excited grin when he drove my car. I loved the feel of his scruffy cheeks against mine when we kissed, and the gentleness of his big hands when he touched me. I loved how once he was asleep and I curled up to him in bed, he snuggled closer like he needed to feel me too. I knew it was just a fantasy that would end up hurting in the end, but I'd hold onto it as long as possible.
I swiped my screen and answered, "Hey, Jay. How'd the interview go?"
"I got the job!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Mr. Reynolds said I gave an excellent interview, and once he saw my letter of recommendation from Mr. Taylor, he hired me on the spot!"
"I'm so happy for you! I knew you could do it."
"God, Vic, I'm shaking. I'm still in the parking lot of the firm. As soon as I found out, I had to call you."
My heart swelled at his words; I was the first person he shared his news with. "We have to celebrate. Where do you want to go? You name the place and I'll take you."
“Really? Awesome, thanks. Let’s see here…” Jay was silent for a few moments before continuing, “Okay, so obviously not The Male Box in case your douchebag ex is there, but I want to try a gay club. I’d never go on my own, but since you’ll be there with me, I’d like to check one out.”
That sent my heart deflating again. A gay club didn’t seem like Jay’s scene; he didn’t like crowds or chaos. But what he did seem to like the sound of when I told him about The Male Box was the hot men. Is that how he wanted to celebrate his new job? By hooking up with a new man? Did he want me to come along as his wingman? As far as he was concerned, he and I were just friends; he had no way of knowing just how badly his request hurt. But I knew this was a risk when we started this thing between us. This is why I told myself not to get attached. Too bad I didn't listen.
“Sure,” I replied, keeping the pain from my voice. I promised to take him anywhere and I wouldn’t deny him this, as much as it tore me apart. “I know a place. Can I pick you up at ten o’clock tonight?”
“Ten? Damn. At least that will give me time to take a nap.”
I huffed a sad laugh at how alike we were; I’d definitely need a nap to stay out so late. But having worked so long at
a club, I knew the crowds didn’t pick up until then. “Great, I’ll see you then. And congratulations again.”
“Thanks, Vic.” He closed the call and I rubbed the pain in my chest. This isn't gonna end well.
*****
I sighed as I parked my pickup in the lot of Alibi, the club I chose for Jay. I originally wanted to bring the GTO, just to see the smile it brought to his handsome face, but rain was coming down in sheets and I felt more comfortable driving my truck.
I agonized about this outing all day, unable to nap or eat or anything else. I envisioned entering the club only to see the men there swarm Jay (why wouldn't they?) and having to watch as he snuck off with one by one. I thought about calling Jay to cancel, but I couldn't deny him a damn thing. He wanted to be here and he needed me with him, so here we were.
"Are you okay?" Jay asked from the passenger seat, furrowing his brows at me. "You're quiet tonight."
"Sorry, I guess I'm just lost in thought." I gave him a smile that I hoped looked genuine. "Are you ready?"
"Let's do it."
We jogged through the rain to the front entrance, where a bouncer checked our IDs (even though we were both obviously of age), collected our cover charge and waved us in.
We stepped into the dimly lit building which was packed full of gyrating bodies and had music blasting from every direction. Unlike the scenarios in my mind, the music didn't stop at Jay's entrance. A spotlight didn't appear over his head, illuminating him like a beacon to call forth all of the single men. Nobody even noticed our entrance, instead going about their business. Imagine that.
I took a deep breath before looking at Jay, preparing myself for the lusty expression he'd surely be wearing as he inspected the crowd. I was greedy and wanted that look to be only for me, but I was sure I'd find him eye fucking everyone in the room. When my gaze landed on Jay, I was surprised to instead find his nose scrunched up and his brows tucked in.
"It kinda smells like a wet dog in here," he yelled over the music, and I let out a surprised but relieved laugh. I took a whiff and discovered he was right; everyone was wet from the rain, and that mixed with sweat and pheromones made for an interesting smell.
