Put it on My Tab The Turning of a Straight Bartender
By Harri Drake
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I'm in a rest area bathroom looking at my reflection in a scratched and graffitied mirror.
There's a sharpie-drawn penis of only limited anatomical correctness in the upper right corner. It's been scrubbed by some do-gooder, but not enough to make the ink disappear entirely. The resulting cloudiness gives the impression of a dark halo surrounding the drawing.
Despite the other markings and scratches in the glass, my eyes keep coming back to the dick with its heart shaped scrotum and seven lines of ball hair.
It reminds me of the bathrooms in Devon House, the old and "unused" dorms at my University. They were, in fact, very well used, but only by the most creative students. My buddies and I would sneak into Devon and host epic parties. I'm not exaggerating, these parties were legendary. Life was so much better back then, simpler.
It's been 6 years since I left school. I didn't graduate, but I had big plans and even bigger ideas of what the substance of real life was all about. I thought I'd get to choose how to spend my time. Finally, I was my own master, beholden to no one.
But I did what we all do with our freedom, I got a job to pay for an apartment with my girlfriend. I bought a car to get me from home to work, and, eventually, I bought a ring.
For a little while, Trenton Falls felt like the consolation prize I hadn't known I wanted. Alice, my soon to be former fiancé, and I were in love and the world was beautiful by default. And now it's all turned to shit.
This cock doodle is calming for some reason, almost grounding. I take a few deep breaths and splash some water on my face.
The bathroom door opens with a loud protesting screech. The sudden sound startles me; I jump and even make a small pathetic yelp.
The man who enters notices my fright and laughs then nods at me. "Sorry! That's a loud ass door." He's a big man, and his deep, gravelly voice feels appropriate, but his warm smile is somehow off. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and they linger on me until he passes behind me. Then ... he grabs my ass and continues to the urinals.
My initial thought is that he's bumped into me. A weird accident, because there is plenty of space, but an understandable accident, nonetheless. But you don't accidentally grab an ass cheek when you bump someone; do you? And you definitely don't look over your shoulder with unmistakable lust, at the bumped party after the incident.
Suddenly, I realize what's going on. This is a crazy guy. He looks pretty put together. Rugged, but not unkempt. Regardless of appearances, he's probably bonkers.
I hightail it to the door, but not before tearing my eyes away from his leering gaze and spotting his large rigid pecker.
What in the actual fuck? Not that I'm confused. I get it. This happens to me a lot. I don't know why, but dudes are always asking me for sex.
No shade, I'm just not gay.
I mean, of course there are guys that I admire, dudes who are really built, or hung, or great with the ladies. They have a certain sexiness about them. But it's like a platonic sexiness. You know what I mean, right? Whatever, the long and the short of it is, I'm not gay.
The only other car outside the rest stop is an oversized pickup truck. It's so big. The truck, I mean. Of course, his Johnson was pretty big too, despite the big truck/overcompensation stereotype. Not that I want to be thinking about his dick, I just can't seem to shake it from my mind.
The GPS takes so long to reload that Ass Grabber comes out of the bathroom before I'm ready to leave. I make eye contact with him, and he smiles knowingly at me. He takes a few steps towards my car, and I decide to throw caution to the wind and drive without directions for a little bit. I can at least make it back to the freeway. I think.
My tires screech as I reverse and race away. I don't look I'm the rear view mirror. I'm too scared that I'll see him standing there grabbing his meaty bulge and smiling that hungry grin.
Four hours later, when my legs are cramping from the drive, and my eyes are blurring from lack of sleep, I finally arrive in Bay View. It's dark, and I can't make out many details of the city beyond the well-lit highway, but even now I can tell this is a much nicer place than the bumfuck town I'm leaving.
The thought awakens the ball of grief that's been sleeping in my stomach.
Stupid bumfuck Trenton Falls, the home that no longer wants me, looms in my memories like a taunting bully.
You're such a fuck up.
I hear the thought in a hundred different voices: neighbors, and coworkers, friends, and over all of those – thunderously loud in it's almost whispered disdain, I hear Alice. "You're such a fuckup." Her unspoken explanation. The only explanation that I'm likely to get.
I dropped out of school to move back to Alice's hometown when her dad had a stroke. She was my world. I loved everything that she was, and I loved the way she made me feel alive. I was grateful to just be when she was with me. That was about six years ago.
Five days ago, I walked into Chansky's, the place where I tend bar, and found Alice and Chet (that's Chet Chansky II) fucking in the keg room. Now I'm a jobless former bartender whose fiancé just left him for a fat middle aged dude with a black eye.
It's a nothing town in the middle of a big nowhere, full of nobodies. And yet, it hurts that they didn't support me when Chet fired me after I found him fucking my fiancé. I guess, technically, he fired me after I slugged him in the face, but that was after I found him fucking my fiancé...
So, I did what every self-respecting 30 year old would do. I got super drunk and posted an epically poetic rant about the collapse of my life on social media.
It was hours before I sobered up enough to realize that I don't really want the whole world to know all about my shameful circumstances. Thankfully, the post was up only long enough for my college buddy, Elliot Franklin, to see my plight and reach out with a job offer.
A really incredible job offer.
He's opening a bar and needs an experienced bar tender, and he's offering me really good money to take the gig.
"In two hundred feet, your destination will be on the left."
He even helped me find a place to live. A furnished bedroom in a two-bedroom house that one of the guys from work lives in. The previous roommate just took off, and he left all of his stuff behind. Which is kinda weird, right? But since I don't have furniture, I'm glad for the odd coincidence.
I park and pull out two bags to bring up tonight. One with clothes and toiletries the other with essentials – bourbon, coffee, and a French press. I'll worry about the rest tomorrow. The door has a keypad entry, and I fish in my phone for the text with the code.
I open the door and I'm met by groaning and wailing that means my new roomie is either watching porn very loudly... or he's banging a very verbal chick, either way... kind of a weird welcome.
The house is nice. The first floor is an open concept kitchen and living room area that's been nicely set up. It's tidy if not pristine. I wander the kitchen, and try out the sofa, and use the half bathroom. All the while the moans of sex are ringing loudly in the air.
All told, I pace and open cabinets again and again, for fifteen minutes before I finally venture up to my new bedroom. I'm eager to put my things away and shower.
I take the stairs determinedly; this is my house now too. But my bravado dissipates instantly when I reach the second-floor landing. The door to the bedroom at the top of the stairs is wide open, and a guy, my new roommate, Luke, I'm assuming, is railing a slender blonde woman. She has her back to me as she rides his furiously pistoning penis. From where I'm stopped, dead-ass staring, their feet are angled towards me, and I can see his fat cock stretching in and out of her.
My gaze sweeps up the curves of her ass and follows the bumps of her spine, and I notice the way her silver blonde hair is falling from its bun. Then, with a jump, I realize that Luke is looking directly at me. I notice first in my periphery, and when we lock eyes, he winks at me.
"Your room is right down the hall, bud." He points a muscled arm in the direction of my room, and I turn to go. As I walk down the hall past the bathroom, I hear her ask, "Ew, was he watching?"
Luke laughs, and I shut my door turning his response into a distant and unintelligible mumble. Within moments the rhythmic sounds of their sex resumes, and I try my best to ignore it.
That was so fucking weird... and oddly hot.
Such a strange day; his was the second hard cock I've seen in the past 5 hours. That's an improbable amount of penises. Especially given that it's been since college since I last saw another dude's erection. I realize suddenly that I'm thinking about dicks, and I give my head a gentle shake. Trying to clear my mind is fruitless. I keep seeing his dark pink cockhead disappearing into the folds of her tight wet vagina.
I chock it off as a need to get laid and check out the furniture that's been left for me. The bed, dresser, and desk are old and well used, but serviceable. I begin to unpack my clothes, trying to ignore the raging hardon in my shorts.
I spend an hour "organizing" and texting family that I've made it to the new place. I even post a picture to my Instagram. Finally, the marathon fuck is over, and I hear Luke lead his friend downstairs and out the front door.
I get up from my bed eager for a snack and shower.
In the kitchen I heat up some water for a cup of noodles, and Luke comes in from the porch in his boxers. He shivers once from the chill, and his whole body tenses like he's flexing for the judges. His body is incredible. He looks like one of those models. The ones in biology textbooks with all the muscles labeled.
"Hey, man. Sorry about that." Luke says with a shit-eating grin on his face. I can't help but notice his swagger as he crosses the room to me. "I'm Luke, nice to meet you."
He reaches out a hand which I look at before shaking hesitantly.
"I'm Ben. Quite the welcome." I try to laugh companionably. I don't want things to be weird, but I've got to say something.
"Again, sorry about that. That's my girlfriend Ellie, and that was our penultimate fuck."
"Your penultimate fuck?"
"Yeah, she's moving to Austria for post grad studies the day after tomorrow. So, we have one more night on our goodbye tour."
Not really sure what else to say to my nearly naked roommate I turn to the stove where my water is boiling.
"Well, I'm gonna get a shower and hit the sack. Unless there's anything you need? You found the laundry and got a little self-tour in?"
"Yeah, I'm all set."
"Cool. Well, welcome to the house." With that, he turns and walks back across the living room and up the stairs to bed.
At least he was considerate... at the end. Maybe he's a nice guy who just has a blind spot when it comes to his girlfriend. Either way, if he does this again tomorrow, I'll just reach in and close his fucking door.
That's what I should have done today. I hate when what I should have done seems so obvious after the fact. But that's just what I'll do tomorrow... I won't just stand and gawk, and I definitely won't get hard. I'll just reach in and close his door. Loudly too, so he knows that I'm pissed.
My first day at the new job is long but exhilarating. The place is fancy, like super fucking classy bougie fancy, and that means more complicated drinks, but I have a mind for it, so it's mostly easy. I think learning all the new cocktails is kinda fun.
Plus, the folks I'm working with are really nice. The manager is actually on the floor rather than on the computer, and she seems to be pretty reasonable. My trainer even tips me out at the end of the night, so it was an all-in-all good first experience.
I take two steps inside my place, and I sigh.
She's even louder tonight.
I roll my eyes even as I feel myself hardening in my slacks. Despite my arousal, my annoyance is real. I do not want this. I do not want to deal with this. I don't want to have to hide down here or walk past his door and see that big veiny beast in action.
Fuck this!
I storm up the stairs, fully intent on following through with my plan to slam his fucking door. When I crest the top of the stairs, the view is completely different from last night. She's face down on the bed with her perfect ass pointed up in the air. He's bent over her with his legs spread wide. His asshole is winking at me while he pounds her roughly.
I freeze with my hand reaching for the doorknob, transfixed by his big hairy ass cheeks bouncing and clapping in time with his thrusts.
She's moaning and rubbing her clit while he drives his monster in and out of her.
Luke looks back over his shoulder to meet my eye. He's got the same cocky grin on his face, and again, he winks at me. I shake myself from my stupor. I pull my hand back from its halted journey to the doorknob and scurry down the hall to my room.
What is going on with me?
I hate that I couldn't just close his door and let him know how I felt.
Let him know how I felt? Let him know that I'm angry and annoyed... and boned as fuck?
Now I'm stuck in my room again. Hungry, sweaty, and horny. I reject the urge to beat off. It would just be too creepy, and I would feel weird. But I also reject the thought that I need to hide. I grab my towel and open my bedroom door to go shower. The bathroom, however, is right next to Luke's bedroom. The doors are practically side by side. I walk down the hall towards Ellie's insanely loud squeals. Tonight, Luke's being extra verbal too. He's telling her how tight her pussy is, and how much he's gonna miss her perfect fucking tits and her slutty fucking mouth.
I step into the bathroom, thankful that the exhaust fan blocks out some of their noise. I strip out of my work clothes and admire my body in the mirror. I'm fit, not as fit as Luke, but I'm proud of my slim, muscular build. I was a fat kid, but only until puberty. I live like someone who knows that fat is lurking in my genes... I try to eat well and workout regularly. My body isn't gonna be on the cover of any fitness magazines, but I'm in good shape.
I turn on the shower to let the water warm, and I continue to look at myself in the mirror. My dick is still hard. I roll my eyes at myself, but I let my hand wander down to caress my erection. It's been days since I got off... not since before I walked in on Chet and Alice.
There's an incredibly loud screech through the wall, and I pull my hand away from my prick as if caught. I wasn't listening to them, but now that I can hear them over the fan, I shake my head and decide to beat off later tonight or maybe tomorrow when there's more space between me and the weird homecomings of these past two nights.
The steam on the bathroom mirror catches my eye as I turn to the shower. In the bottom left corner, there's a portion of mirror that isn't fogging up... a small finger-drawn penis and scrotum.
When I leave the bathroom, Luke's door is shut. I swallow a little indignation and imagine that they talked about me watching again. Like this is my fault.
Whatever, at least I can get food without the awkward show.
I fix another cup of noodles and sit on the sofa. The noise from upstairs is so ridiculous that I won't be able to hear the television, so I put on my headphones and listen to an audiobook recording of The Maltese Falcon.
I fall asleep pretty soon after finishing my ramen, and a few hours later, I feel a blast of cold air on my feet and wake. The front door is open, and I can hear Luke talking to his girlfriend. Former girlfriend? It's 3 am and my audiobook is still playing, but my air pods are lost in the couch cushions.
I bend to dig them out and hear Luke close the door behind me.
Luke screams, "Holy fuck!"
Quickly, I turn to look. He's staring at me.
"Shit, man. You scared me to death. I thought you were in bed."
His face lights up in embarrassment as he laughs at himself. His self-deprecating smile is friendly and warm. Probably the first time since we met that he looks as though he might be a likable guy. My eyes wander down his shirtless torso, and I realize that Luke is stark naked. His fat member is swinging at half-mast and looks slick to the touch. I jump, more at myself for thinking how it would feel than anything else, and when I look back into Luke's face, his signature cocky grin has wiped away that hint of likeability.
He crosses and sits on the sofa, right next to where I'm digging for my air pods. He's there for only a few moments before popping back to his feet and walking away from me to the bar. I look from his bare hairy ass to the couch and resolve to get some fabric cleaning spray the next time I'm out. I dig around until I find my pods, but I can't take my eyes off Luke's butt.
It's really well shaped. If it weren't so hairy, I'd think it was a woman's ass. Perky and round and grabbable.
"Dude. We're in the same boat, you and I," Luke says to the bar though it must be meant for me. When I'm silent he turns to look back at me, and I wonder briefly if he catches me staring at his butt. Either way, he continues, "We're both unmoored men. Untied and ready to fly." He bends and gets two glasses from underneath the bar, and his hair rimmed hole winks once. Images from earlier this evening flood my mind. The way he was pounding his girlfriend and the noises he prodded from her.
"You see anything you like?" Luke's voice sends a pulse of uneasiness through me.
What if I do? ... See something I like.
I look up and Luke is gesturing to the well-stocked bar. I feel myself blushing and it's difficult to breathe. Just fucking kill me right now.
I try to answer and my voice catches, so I clear my throat and try again. "Is that bourbon any good?"
"Everything on my bar is top shelf and highly recommended. You saw my girl, clearly I've got good taste."
I have to force myself not to roll my eyes.
Without further discussion, he pours us both a bourbon and comes to sit next to me.
"To two kings on the prowl."
I lift my glass to his and from somewhere in a dusty forgotten corner of myself a ten year old me, opens my mouth and roars. Not an actual roar - it comes out weak and wimpy - more of a "rawr!" And Luke spits his whiskey out laughing.
I reel with embarrassment and stammer out an explanation, "You know, cause you said prowl."
"Yeah, buddy. I get you." There's genuine appreciation in Luke's voice as he bobs his head in reassurance.
He gets me? I'm glad someone does, because I have no clue why I roared. Who roars?
I laugh along with him and feel some of the tension leave my body. It's weird just chilling on the couch with a naked dude, but not as weird as I would have thought. Luke's so casual. He has his leg crossed to kinda keep things out of sight. Even that feels like a natural gesture for him. He's totally at ease, and his calm demeanor is contagious.
Soon, I'm accepting a second pour of what is arguably the best bourbon I've ever had, and he's telling me about work. He tends the bar on the patio which is pretty cool. We both love bartending and talking about bar drama, whether customer or coworker created, is always an easy way to connect with folks in the service industry. And honestly, this is just what I need right now - to not be alone, and to laugh.
"... and no lie, she grabbed two pickles right out of my jar and went back to her table. These were big fucking pickles, Ben. She stuffed them both into her mouth, and her cheeks were all bulged out like a squirrel. She laid back on her table and the bridesmaids each poured a shot of whiskey down her throat. After the last one finished, she stood up and pulled them out of her mouth. Then she smiled at me and said, `Your turn.'"
"Did you do it?"
"Not at first. I declined, but then they started chanting `Pickle-back-bitch' and the whole damn patio took it up."
"And you caved?!?"
He laughs and nods. "I am not proud of it."
"I can't blame you though. Who would want to be the pickle-back-bitch?
"No one!" Luke looks at me and asks, "You want another one?" He lifts his glass and shakes it.
"No more for me. I'm already chasing a hangover."
"Yeah, I'm pretty beat. I'm gonna grab a shower and hit the sack."
He rises, and my eyes dart to his penis. Not because he's naked. After sitting here for a few hours, I hardly even register that as unusual, but because he's sporting a half chub. I wonder if there's a hotter part to this pickle back story that's got his gears turning.
I don't know where I get the gumption, but I open my mouth and ask, "You fucked her didn't you?"
"The pickle-back-bride-to-be?" he asks as he takes our glasses to the sink. "You bet I did. Unsurprisingly, she gave remarkable head."
He crosses back to the stairs without another word, and I purposefully avoid looking at his semi erection. I'm still on the couch puzzling at why I am hard again, and I hear Luke chuckle from the stairway. He stops his ascent and says, "rawr," and then continues walking. "G'night, Ben."
My next day at work is even better than the first. Mostly because I'm taking orders on my own, so I will be tipped out by more than just my trainer tonight. The money is much needed, and the independence is refreshing as well. On top of all that, I am really looking forward to getting home and having a drink. Maybe Luke will be around, and we'll hangout some more. Maybe he'll be out, and I can just relax (maybe I'll even sit naked on the sofa... since that's apparently not a problem in our house). I'm equally excited by either possibility.
Towards the end of the night, business just stops, and we get most of our side work done before we close at 1. I get out just half an hour after close, and that's unheard of.
I'm eager to get home and relax. Once again, a single step through the door and my hopes of an awkward-free evening dissipate. This time, the sounds I'm hearing are definitely porn. That, or Luke has several dudes in his room. It's not as loud as the last two nights though.
Maybe his door is closed.
I feel a treacherous twinge of disappointment at that thought. And I don't really have it in me to explore the cause. I just set my apron on the counter and head up to my room.
Of course, Luke's door is wide open. And, of course, he's sprawled out in the center of his bed working a black Fleshlight up and down on his cock. And, of course, I freeze, like a mouse that's wandered right into a cat.
Luke looks up at me and smiles.
"Dude, what the fuck?" I throw in a laugh to make it seem less confrontational. To be honest, I'm not really feeling very confrontational. Where's the anger I felt yesterday?
"I felt like you didn't get a good look the last couple nights. I thought maybe now that Ellie's not here you wouldn't hurry to hide in your room."
"What else would I do? I don't wanna stand here and watch you get off." I feel my body calling me a liar. There is no silver-blonde haired Ellie here with fantastic curves and a terrible mouth. There's only Luke, and his third leg.
"And yet, that's what you're doing right now, isn't it"
I can only half hear his words. I'm transfixed by the motion of his Fleshlight, and the wet squishy sounds that it makes. When I finally make sense of his question, I turn to leave.
"Don't go to your room, Ben. Come here."
I look up at Luke's face expecting him to be grinning, but there's only sincerity in his eyes.
"Just come here and let me ask you one question."
I step into the room, and he beckons me closer until I'm beside the bed. I look at the TV on his dresser to keep from staring at him.
"That first night, when you walked up the stairs, I saw you staring, and I knew what you were looking at. What you were really looking at."
I'm studying the 4k Gang-bang like I expect to be tested on it. Luke's words sting because they mirror thoughts I've had about myself these past three days. It's not Ellie's beautiful body that I keep conjuring in my thoughts. It's not her cries of pleasure that echo in my mind.
I feel Luke's hand on mine. He guides me to the warm plastic of his Fleshlight and I wrap my fingers around it. At first I just stare at the TV and hold the sex toy stationary while Luke fucks it. He starts to moan more and more boisterously. Each utterance of pleasure sends shivers down my back. I get into it and, timidly at first, I begin to stroke Luke's cock with the toy.
My breath feels fast and tight, and my heart is racing. What the fuck am I doing... And why does it feel so good? I feel my own hand kneading my painfully hard dick, and I look down in surprise.
"I didn't tell you to do that!" i think to myself.
Luke's eyes are closed and he's whimpering in time with the motion of my arm. His body keeps arching up in ecstasy, and all his muscles are rolling with contractions. I can't believe I'm bringing him so much pleasure.
Luke's eyes open and he meets my gaze. "That feels really good, Ben."
"You haven't asked me a question, yet."
His hand is on mine again, pulling the Fleshlight away and freeing his pulsating pole.
"You like my big dick, Ben?"
I nod.
"Touch it."
My eyes jump to his, and again I find only unaffected desire.
I slowly reach out and put my hand on his meat. I can't close my fingers all the way around it. It's so weirdly normal to hold. Like mine... though much different.
"It's so big."
"So, I've heard," he chuckles.
"And heavy," I add shaking it left and right. The damn thing really is a club.
"And I hear it tastes like candy," he says and lets his mouth curl into that same cocky grin I hate.
"Fuck off." I laugh and keep stroking him. I'm not gonna suck his dick.
"You're hard, aren't you?"
I nod. I feel a rush of anticipation mixed with a touch of shame at the admission.
"Let me see."
Using my free hand, I undo the clasp of my slacks and let gravity pull them to the floor. My boner, which has escaped the fly of my boxers, springs up as my pants fall.
"Nice," Luke purrs.
"I've never done anything with a dude before, Luke. I'm not gay."
"You don't have to be gay to enjoy getting off with a bud. This isn't about gay or straight, Big ben." He pauses long enough to slide his Fleshlight onto my bone, and I cry out at the rush of sensations. "It's about this."
He strokes me a few more times, and my knees buckle and shake. Inside the Fleshlight is wet with lube and warm from use. The thought is slightly repulsive but also tantalizingly taboo. I wonder, briefly and for the first time, if he wanted me to come and join him and Ellie these past few nights. Was his open door an invitation to participate?
That's just what this feels like, like we're both banging the same girl. I think about the way he mounted Ellie last night. I marvel at how hard and heavy his body feels in my hand and recall how it stretched and forced its way into Ellie's wet, welcoming vagina. I can't help but wonder what it must feel like for her to be stretched and filled by this huge meaty cock. Immediately, I push the thought from my mind. I am not going to have sex with a dude. This is insane.
But if feels incredible.
"It's about pleasure... it's about what feels good. Does this feel good?"
"Yeah. Oh fuck..." It's hard for me to speak. This is my first time trying a Fleshlight, and it feels like I'm getting a blowjob from someone who has a hundred tongues. I quickly find out that the squelching noises it makes is from actual suction.
"Your hand feels real good stroking my dick too. Keep stroking it for me."
He closes his eyes and surrenders to the sensations. His body begins to tense and arch again, and this time I can feel his throbbing cock in my hand. That, coupled with the Fleshlight's hundred-tongue blowie, has me on the verge of overload.
I close my eyes, too, and let my hesitations melt away in the heat of the moment.
We gallop towards orgasm, at least I do, and I think I hear the same in Luke's labored breathing. Right when I feel like I can't take anymore, Luke pulls the Fleshlight off of me and quickly pulls it down onto his own rod.
"Ohh," he sighs slowly, "thanks for keeping her warm, Ben." He smiles a crooked smile, and I work his penis with the Fleshlight. Not just up and down, like I was doing before. Now I twist it while I work if back and forth. I watch him writhe, and roll, and curl his toes. Oddly, I find his rapture beautiful.
His eyes fly open, and he looks me dead in the eye as his agony reaches its zenith. "I'm about to..." his words break off in an unintelligible cry. He bucks his hips into my hand, burying himself deep in his sex toy, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
He pants and shudders himself down from his high, and says, "Thanks, Ben. That felt amazing."
I chuckle weakly, unsure if I should offer a `you're welcome.'
Before I can say anything at all, Luke says, "Your turn." And takes the Fleshlight off his spent dick and puts it on mine. Fuuuck! Just as before it is warm from use, but now it's even wetter than before. I can feel his come in the tube, and on my skin. It's too much. My body jerks involuntarily, and I nearly fall face first onto Luke's chest. I steady myself with a hand on his hard furry stomach, and I explode.
I stand there, shaking, waiting from my knees to stop being little whiny babies. I open my eyes and our faces are close. Very close. Luke smirks at me.
"That was hot."
He nods and stretches his whole body with an almost feline grace. "It felt good, didn't it?"
"It felt amazing."
"You excited for tomorrow?"
"What's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Our day off."
In the morning I hear Luke moving around in the kitchen at an ungodly hour, and by that I mean 9:00 am.
Okay... maybe that doesn't really qualify as ungodly, but for someone who works such late nights, anything before 11 is too early.
I stretch and wonder if it's possible for me to fall back asleep, but I surrender to the need to pee and head into the bathroom.
I feel a thrill of anticipation for the day that's dampened a little when I think about how confusing everything is. As I brush my teeth, I resolve to push unnecessary questions from my mind. Today, I'm going to take a page out of Luke's book, and just live life from one pleasure moment until the next.
Thinking about pleasure moments sends an electric charge down my neck. Last night was amazing. I mean, it always feels good to get off, but last night I found something that I think I like almost as much... maybe more. Getting Luke off was an outrageously erotic experience.
Thinking about it makes me instantly hard, and I have to wait for my bulge to deflate before journeying downstairs to see what the ruckus in the kitchen is.
"Benny! Top of the morning to you." He sketches a bow in this bathrobe, and I chuckle despite myself. His Irish accent is pretty believable, at least to me, but I'm not an expert on these things.
"Good morning." My voice is still scratchy with sleep. "What's happening here?" The kitchen is a wreck. There's a juicer and a food processor on the counter and a blender in the sink.
"I woke up craving my uncle Todd's Bloody Mary. So, I made a quick run to the store and got all the ingredients. Did I wake you?"
He's so... energetic. And his high energy is a lot this early, but it's also kind of refreshing.
"Um, maybe."
"Sorry. Here try this. It'll be totally worth it."
He hands me a beautifully garnished Bloody Mary and watches me eagerly while I taste it.
"It's good!"
"Uncle Todd knows what he's doing."
We tidy up a little and take our glasses over to the couch. When we sit to drink, Luke's robe falls open, and I see that, of course, he's not wearing anything underneath.
His cock is laying against his thigh. The fleshy pink head is probably twice as big as my own, even soft.
I'm struck by the urge to touch it. To caress it into full bloom.
I take a swallow of my drink and try to silence the voice that keeps asking, "what the fuck are you thinking?" Because I honestly don't have an answer.
"See something you like?" Luke's voice is a low purr to my left and even without lifting my eyes from his lap, I can tell that he's wearing that fucking grin.
He reaches between his legs and pulls on his balls. "I got the rest of your breakfast ready, whenever you want it."
He laughs and pushes me gently on the arm. I return his smile, but it's hard not to stare as he fluffs his meat.
"You want to suck it?"
I don't know... Do I?
"I told you I'm not gay and I can wrap my mind around `just doing what feels good'... but if I put your dick in my mouth, there's no way that I'm not gay..."
"So be a little bit gay. I'm not gonna tell anybody." He opens his robe and leans back. His posture is so confident and inviting.
In a daze, I feel myself bending double to bring my face to his groin. His swelling dick bounces with his pulse as if waving a greeting. The feeling of its girth in my hand gives me immediate doubts... I'll never get this huge piece of meat in my mouth.
Luke's hand rests gently against the back of my head. He's not pushing me down but caressing my neck and the crown of my head. His touch is a silent reassurance. It feels almost as if he's silently telling me "You got this. We're in it together, and you got this."
I lift his pole to my lips and timidly kiss the tip.
Luke moans quietly at the touch of my lips, and his verbalized pleasure reminds me of what I'm doing. I want to make this man moan. I want to make him weak. I want to make him come. And to hell with all of the questions and hesitations.
Emboldened, I open my lips and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. His skin is salty and warm. I make circles around the ever widening cockhead, forgetting, in my haste to taste, how sensitive the glans can be.
Luke's breath escapes in shudders, and his body flinches reflexively at my touch. This is so... exhilarating.
I forget for a while that I'm sucking a dick... I lose my self in Luke's whimpering gasping encouragements. His strong hands never leave my head while I struggle to taste every inch of his cock.
And it is a struggle. I want so badly to throat his rod, but I can't get more than a quarter of it into my mouth without gagging and choking.
"You don't have to go deep, Ben." I look up at him red-faced and watery-eyed. He's smiling at me. And his hands move down to hold my cheeks. "It feels so good when you suck on the tip."
He holds my head still and fucks the tip of his cock in and out of my lips.
"Fuuck! That's it, just like that. Suck on the head, Ben. Make out with my dick."
I do exactly that.
I lick, and kiss, and suck on the meager amount of cock I can easily take. It seems to be more than enough for Luke. I can taste more and more of his fluids in my mouth, and I know that he's really into it.
At first, it felt like I could do this forever, but my jaw begins to get sore after a while. Now the pain is pretty bad, and even though I don't want to, I need to stop and rest.
I lift my head from Luke's lap and stroke him while I catch my breath. I move my jaw left and right to try and work out some of the soreness.
Luke brings a hand around to caress my jawline.
"Aw, you sore, Ben?"
I laugh weakly and shrug. "Just a little bit."
Then Luke lifts my chin up to his face and gives me a passionate, urgent, searching kiss that shuts my brain off entirely. With his tongue in my mouth, he pulls my soul into him, and I feel myself crawling to straddle him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and feel his hands on my side and back while we moan and pant and search one another's mouths. Suddenly, he's lifting me up in his hands. Lifting me as if I weigh nothing at all. I wrap my legs around his torso, and he turns our bodies around laying me on the couch so that I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around him.
I can feel his hard cock grinding against my balls. I want to feel him inside me. I want to know what it's like to take his cock - even though I have a strong suspicion that it's going to tear me open and hurt like hell - I want it.
"Fuck me."
I hear the words and open my eyes to see who said them.
There's no one here but us. Luke's eyes are wide with wonder.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," I laugh. "I think I'm going crazy, but I know I want you inside me."
He pulls away from me and lowers my pajamas. There's a huge slick spot on my briefs. His hand finds it and kneads my leaky cockhead through the damp cotton.
My body seems hypersensitive, and my back arches up at his touch.
He chuckles warmly. "Mmmm, does that feel good?" He squeezes my erection once more, and I nod shakily.
"That feels amazing."
"Just wait a minute; I'll show you amazing."
With that, he lowers my underwear and disappears between my thighs. I feel him lifting my legs up higher, and I bend my body to comply with his strong but gentle urging. And suddenly I feel his tongue on my hole.
Luke is eating my ass!
The feeling is an odd mixture of excruciating pleasure and utter vulnerability. I've never felt so exposed – or alive. His tongue twirls and teases its way inside of me, and I can feel him working saliva into my hole. It's noisy, not just the sounds of him spitting on and lapping at my ass, but I realize that I'm making a low guttural moan while I reach and try to pull Luke's face deeper into me.
Any uncertainty I had about letting him fuck me is gone entirely. I want it, and I want it right now.
"Fuck me." I plead. "Give me your cock, Luke." It's not just my own desire that I want to fulfill. I want to watch Luke's face and body while I feel him orgasm inside me.
He looks up at me and there is excitement in his eyes. I can tell that my own eagerness is turning him on so much.
"I love your enthusiasm, but you're not ready yet."
As he says the words, his finger breaches the entrance of my ass. I feel him swirling and digging a single digit into me, and it is the first time that I've ever had anything up there. The feel of it is pretty odd, and somehow familiar in a way... I guess I should qualify my previous statement - I've never had anything go into my ass before.
Even though it's totally hot to watch Luke fingering me, I'm a little underwhelmed by the feeling of it. Where's the pleasure in this?
Then, like he can read my mind, I feel a second finger stretching into my asshole. As my hole stretches to accommodate the new arrival I feel something, but I can't tell at first if it's pleasure or a dull pain. When he adds a third finger, I no longer wonder. It's both. It's pleasure and a dull aching stretch.
"You're doing so good, Ben."
His praise makes me moan as if he'd stroked my cock, and Luke smiles knowingly at me.
"Does that feel okay?"
"It feels weird, but good."
Luke's middle finger travels further into my guts and I feel him wiggling and massaging my anal walls. His finger hits something that makes my whole body jump.
"Ohh god," I cry. My voice sounds alien to my own ears.
I look at Luke, and he's smiling broadly now.
"What did you do?"
He does it again.
"Ughh fuck!" I'm shivering and I feel suddenly like I could nut right now.
"What?" He presses that spot... whatever it is a third time.
"God, Luke."
"What?" And again.
"Oh, Fuck me, please!" I cry out.
Luke nods and spits into his hand. He lathers his cock and I stare at it with awe. That is about to be inside of me.
He lines himself up with my hole, and I feel his slick fat head pressing at my sphincter. Slowly, he presses forward, and I feel the same aching stretch as before.
But then, suddenly, the sensation changes entirely. The ache decides it's done with dull, and his cock sears into me. My eyes go wide with the pain.
"It's okay, just relax." Luke's forward motion stops. I take a deep breath and will myself to relax.
But how the fuck am I supposed to do that while he's splitting me wide open with that beast. Now I'm doubting if this was a good idea. I'm worried that I'm in way over my head.
Luke is bending forward and kissing my clenched lips. Prying me open on both ends. His tongue is in my mouth once more and his hands are all over my body.
I look pleadingly into his eyes – not sure if I'm begging him to stop or continue. He does neither. It's as if we are frozen mid coitus. We stay there with his cock just barely pressed inside of me for a long time, Kissing and waiting for my body to abide this massive intruder. I lose myself in his kiss, and eventually he slowly presses further in.
The pain is still there, but it's bearable now.
When enough of him is pressed into me, I feel that same wild pleasure as before. The urgent need to come, or pee - maybe both, washes through me again.
"Wha- what is that? Why does it feel so good?"
He jerks his cock up, just enough to press that glorious fucking button once more.
"That?"
I don't have words to answer, but Luke just smiles. "That's your prostate."
I had no idea my body could feel like this.
Now, in one smooth motion, Luke buries the rest of his bone in my hole.
I cry out in... agony? I can't tell anymore. My ass hurts SO good right now. And once again, he freezes all motion, and allows me to settle around his invading prod.
"It's so thick." I whimper.
"And deep, Benny-boy. I'm all the way in."
I reach between us and feel for conformation. Sure enough, his balls are pressed against my ass cheeks. I feel an unusual pride wash over me.
I did it!
Maybe Luke can read the triumph in my eyes because he smiles and shakes his head. "But we're not ready quite yet. Just keep breathing and trying to relax."
Slowly, he pulls himself out of me. Now the twinge I feel is definable – a sudden and complete emptiness. I throb with the loss of him.
But the vacancy is short lived. He pushes forward into me quickly after his withdrawal, and we repeat the process. This time, it's different in that I expect the pain, but I also know what it fades into, and I welcome it because I need that secondary feeling of euphoric fullness.
And this time, he stays inside of me and slowly starts to fuck me in earnest.
Every time his fat cockhead passes my prostate, I feel myself slipping further into oblivion. I'm becoming electrified jelly with each thrust of his monstrous dick.
Without fail, when he bottoms out inside of me, I am stunned by the fusion of anguish and bliss. This is the best feeling I have ever experienced.
I want to say that I am being an attentive and generous lover, but I'm not. It's so hard to focus on Luke's pleasure while he's railing me. Slowly he builds tempo and force until he's outright pounding my ass.
He pummels me until I crumble into dust and then pounds the broken pieces of me back together again. I feel so contented as I lay on my back and feel him filling me up. I feel completed.
Abruptly, with one particularly powerful thrust into my guts, my newfound prostate has had enough. The pressure that's been building in my groin reaches a peak, and my cock leaps and spurts my orgasm.
"Oh god!" I cry. "I'm coming?" I'm so shocked by a handsfree climax that it comes out more as a question that a statement, but there is no doubt. My load is huge and sticky, and it pools on my stomach.
Luke's eyes take on an even more lustful look, and his pounding grows even more intense.
"Fuck, Benny. I love how you look when you come on my cock. I'm gonna nut... oh fuck! I'm gonna COME!"
His rhythmic thrusts become erratic jerking prods as he loses himself to his orgasm.
He is coming inside me!
Our panting lips meet, and we kiss until long after his spent cock slips from my tender hole. I feel an overwhelming sense of pride as little echoes of orgasm wash through Luke's body. I did this. I made him feel this good.
Luke pulls his body from mine and helps me to my feet.
He kisses me again; standing up makes it a whole new experience. I have to reach up to meet his lips, and his strong arms are almost lifting me as they embrace me. Our bodies are so different, and in some interesting ways they're similar in places I expect to find compliment. When we press our hips together and my cock finds its mirror, I shiver with desire.
He pulls our faces apart and laughs.
"Someone's already rearing for another round." As he speaks his hand engulfs my over-sensitive member, and I bat his hand away laughing.
"Ohhhh," I shudder at the stimulation. "Not yet. I definitely need a break, and maybe something to eat, but then..."
"Maybe later," he smiles, and then opens his eyes as if remembering a forgotten something, "Speaking of, I was talking to Elliot about coming over for dinner later."
"Oh no way! I would love that!"
"I'll text him to confirm, and Benny, if you think my dick is fat, just wait until you see his."
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