And a Naked New Year

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And a Naked New Year

By MJ Mclean

Rain pelted my face as I dashed from the covered parkingstrip to the apartment building. Maybe dashed wasn't the word. Lurched was more like it. I carried two plastic bags full of groceries and a third with wine. Halfwayto the door, my backpack slipped off my shoulder and nearly sent me sprawlingto the wet ground.

I staggered to the front door and let everything drop to theground while I dug the key out of my pocket. I shivered in my jacket. I hadmoved to San Diego six weeks earlier and had yet to bring all of my clothesdown from L.A. The weather had been unusually warm, so I hadn't bothered withmy heavier coats.

I pushed the door open and reached in to switch on thelight. As I did, I saw a white envelope tumble from the doorjamb, where it hadbeen wedged. I shoved my backpack against the door to keep it from closing andreached for the envelope. Addressed to me, with a pink sticky note attached:"Sorry, they left this in my box. xoxo Nicole.

Nicole was either the teacher two doors down or the manicuristupstairs. I had tried to meet the dozen or so people who lived in the smallcomplex, but I was still trying to match names and faces.

I dragged my shopping bags and backpack into the apartmentand let the door close. I clicked a lamp on. Now I could see the front of theletter clearly. Aiden? Why would Aiden send me a letter? He would be here in anhour, driving down from L.A. after an audition for a TV show. I wished I hadtold him to bring warmer clothes.

I ripped open the envelope. A Christmas card. Really? We hadexchanged gifts a week before at his apartment in Studio City. Why would hesend a card? For New Year's?

I opened the card and scanned the note. It was remarkablyshort, given that it had been designed as a knife to my heart:

Sean,

You're probably driving back to San Diego as I write this.I'm a chickenshit for not telling you in person, while you were here, but allthe more reason you're better off without me. This just isn't going to work. Ineed to focus on my acting up here and you need to spend time at your new job.I know we thought we could make it work like this, but let's be honest witheach other, ok? I'm an asshole and you're a great guy and you deserve someonewho loves you.

And hey, this will give you time to get a proper date forNew Year's Eve.

Take care,

Aiden

P.S. Can you have your stuff out of the storage locker bythe end of the month? I'm not keeping it.

I looked at the postmark on the envelope. He had mailed itDecember 26. Nicole had taken her sweet time delivering it. Had to be the oneupstairs.

Fuck. I collapsed on the couch. I had been dumped in a lateChristmas card on New Year's Eve and all my stuff was probably going to belocked away tomorrow. Fuck. As I sat there, the automatic timer clicked and thelittle Christmas tree in the corner lit up.

I found the bag with the wine and took the bottle to thekitchen. I left the groceries on the floor. No need to make dinner now. Iopened a bottle and swigged from it. I was waiting for the tears or thebreakdown, but I was just numb.

I slid open the glass doors and and walked out under thecovered patio. The apartments were arranged in a rough triangle around a centercourtyard, with a small pool. I could see lights in a few of the other units.

Someone was leaning over the balcony rail in one of the upstairs apartments. I looked up. It was Ash, one of the few residents of the complex I'd met and talked with. He was cute -- dark hair, dark eyes, tall, lean,glasses that gave him that sizzling geeky vibe. Fuck cute, he was hot. I feltmy hand start to ease into my briefs.

My gaydar was inconclusive, which wasn't unusual because mygaydar sucked, but he had made a point of talking to me. Our schedules seemedsimilar and we'd chatted a few mornings and evenings, small talk.

I hadn't flirted because of Aiden and he hadn't flirtedbecause, well, maybe he was straight. But if he was, what a waste. I had workedmyself up to a half-hardon when it struck me that he could probably see me. Ipulled my hand away and waved weakly. He may have waved back, but I couldn'ttell. He went back inside.

Fuck.

An hour later, I had emptied one bottle and was working onanother. I had called for pizza and was told the wait was longer than usual, soI told them to forget it. I ate a carton of leftover Chinese takeout.Fuckity-fuck.

I flipped through Grindr again, stopping every now and thento say hi' or fuck off.' Jesus. How sad was this, cruising my iPhone for ahook-up on New Year's Eve.

It was a pity party for one. I'd been texting friends inL.A. and every one of them told me I was better off and would happier now andif that was fucking true, why hadn't anyone said anything before now? I hadhalf a dozen invitations to drive up for parties, but I couldn't face thefreeways, couldn't face people, couldn't face the truth.

My phone buzzed. Another message. I looked. This one wassupposedly within a mile, which meant it could be three or four, but that wasbetter than 80. He was cute, what I could see of him. His picture showed a barechest and a face, but his features were shadowed by a baseball cap. Smart.

We chatted. Kinda funny, this guy, more than kinda hot. Hewas about my age, 23. He said his name was Chris. He was alone, wouldn't saywhy. He was a good flirter, was starting to turn me on. what're you wearing?'he asked. clothes,' I replied. take off your pants,' he said. why?' I asked.cuz. take em off. then show me.'

I smiled. This was a roundabout way to a dick pic, but Iliked the banter, so I stood and peeled off my jeans. I snapped a picture andsent it to him. nice undies,' he said. i like a guy in briefs.' I asked him if he wanted to see more, readyto shuck the briefs. no,' he said, want the real thing.'

I drained the second bottle of wine and stared at hispicture. I hadn't done anything like this in a long time. It felt like a sadcliché tonight and maybe not a good decision.

What the fuck, I thought. It was better than sitting herealone.

I gave him my address. be naked when I get there,' hewrote. want you to answer the door naked.' why?' I typed. cuz. be naked.' I tappeda repy. only if you strip before you come in.' Pause. deal. 20 minutes.'

Forty minutes later, I felt more pathetic than ever. Iswigged from the third bottle of wine and checked my phone for the 19thtime. I paced the living room and the kitchen and paused in front of thesliding doors, watching the rain.

I was in my briefs, figuring I'd lose those when he arrived.I shoved my hand down the front and played with my cock idly, wondering howlong before I could just fire up the porn on my latop and shoot a sad, NewYear's Eve load.

Was this possible? I was going to be dumped twice in onenight and by a fucking Grindr hookup? A light went on across the courtyard andI watched shadows before realizing again that I was a framed picture of anearly naked guy. I pulled the drapes and latched the door.

As I turned, I heard a tapping at the front door, not a loudknock, but a tap. Finally.

"Coming!" I called. "Start stripping!" I pulled my briefsoff and fluffed my cock, stroking it until it looked at least half-mast. Istood still for a few moments, thinking through this one last time. Was this abad idea after all? Was I going to be the first murder victim of the new year?Maybe I should turn off the lights and hope he goes away. I felt my cock startto deflate.

Wait. I was going to do this. I was horny and a little drunkand I'd just been dumped and, did I mention I was a little drunk? I stroked mycock again and imagined the hot naked guy waiting for me outside. I opened thefront door.

"I'm ready, are you?" I said in my best purr, which wasn'tvery good, so I hoped the growing woody made up for it.

Nothing. No one was there. What the fuck? I thought I sawmovement off to my left.

"Hey, is that you? Come back, I'm here."

I leaned out to get a better look and as I shifted, Islipped on the wet concrete and felt my feet slide out from under me. I fell tothe ground, my naked ass thwacking on the sidewalk.

The front door slammed shut.

I got to my feet. That was going to leave a bruise. Igrasped the doorknob and twisted it. Locked. Fuck a duck. The apartment complexwas proud of its security features, the spring-loaded doors and auto-lockknobs. And now my apartment was indeed secure. I wasn't.

As I stood there, increasingly aware of my lack of clothes,I heard a car pull in and saw its headlights swing into a visitor's spot.Dammit. I hadn't stashed an extra key anywhere outside, so for now, my onlymove was into the shadows.

My car. I was pretty sure I hadn't locked it as I tried tobalance the bags. I dashed through the rain and slid into the front seat,slamming the door as I saw a figure climbing out of the car in the visitor'sspot. A man, in a hoodie and sweatpants. And he was knocking at my door. It wasChris, my Grindr hook-up.

I ran through my options. I could sit quietly in the car,wait for him to go and then -- what? I had no cell phone, no car keys, knewpractically no one in the complex. I could hole up in the car and wait for themail carrier, who wouldn't be here tomorrow because it was a holiday.

Or I could get out and approach Chris and tell him I was hisfuck for the night, but I couldn't host anymore and could he and could I staythere until I figured out how to reach the manager to get a spare key.

As I considered the consequences of each option, `Chris'made the decision for me. He banged on the door in what looked like frustrationand returned to his car. He peeled away, clearly pissed because his hook-up hadflaked.

Scratch that option. And scratch hiding in the car. All thewine I'd imbibed had finished its short stay with me and was looking for a wayout. I needed to pee, bad. I looked in the backseat. Score! My jeans jacket wason the seat where I'd tossed it the other day.

New plan. I opened the car door, hoping no one picked thatmoment to walk by, dragged the jacked out and tied it around my waist. Itcovered up the important parts, leaving my ass exposed like a hospital gown.

I hoped Ash hadn't gone anywhere because we were about tobecome friends. I trotted around the side of the building and climbed thestairs to the second floor. I walked past doors, trying to orient myself withmy apartment. Shit. Which one is his? I reached the most likely door. A wreathhung below the numbers. Ash seemed like a wreathy kind of guy. Didn't he?

I hesitated, wondering how long I could hold in the pee. Notlong, I decided. I knocked. No one came. I knocked again. Panic built as Ipictured myself peeing out by the trash bins. The door opened. It was Ash. Helooked at me in growing shock.

"Hi, Ash, um, I know this looks really bad and I know wedon't know each other well, but I'm in a real jam and I need some help and Ihope you won't freak out because I'm only wearing a jeans jacket and it's lateand all, but I'm locked out of my placed and I need to pee so bad and ..."

Ash stood there as if I were speaking gibberish -- and Iguess I sort of was -- and finally backed away. I was afraid he was going toshut the door, but instead, he moved aside and let me in.

"Bathroom's down the hall and, well, you know where it is.These places are all the same. Go ahead."

I raced to the guest bathroom and relieved myself. I washedmy hands, noticing a few scrapes from my fall. I stared in the mirror. God, Ilooked like hell. What was I going to do now? Happy fucking new year to me.

I saw a robe hanging on the back of the door. It was a man'srobe, kind of plain. I reached for it. I'd have it cleaned for him. I wrappedmyself in it and draped the jacket on my arm. I found Ash in the living room,perched on the sofa.

"Um, you don't know how embarrassed I am," I began. "AndI'll have the robe cleaned, but I figured it was better than the jeans jacket.I'm Sean, by the way. I live across the courtyard." I winced at how lame Isounded.

"I remember. We've chatted a few times," Ash said. "You'repretty new here, right? Down in front?"

"Yeah, that's me," I said. "I'd like to explain all this,but anything I saw will probably scare you even more." I sat on a chair and putmy hands in my face, trying not to let my emotions surface. "I'm sorry, it'sbeen a really shitty night."

"Clearly," Ash said. His features softened. "Take a moment.You want a drink or something?"

"Water, please," I said through my hands. "Thanks."

I collected myself as Ash opened a Dasani bottle and pouredwater into a glass. I drained the glass and finally looked up.

"You must think I'm such a loser," I said finally.

"It's New Year's Eve," Ash said. "I think we all get anextra allowance of craziness tonight."

I started to relax and asked for a little more water. As Ashrefilled the glass, I looked him over more closely. Yeah, he was as hot as Iremembered. The eyes, the tousled hair, those lickable lips. He was taller thanme, by two or maybe three inches. He was lean and a snug t-shirt revealedmuscles. A pair of faded jeans hung low on his hips. He reached for a plate ofcookies on a shelf and when his shirt slid up, I could see a thin line of hairdescending into his jeans.

Fuck, I don't need to be perving on the neighbor right now,but I could feel my cock twitch beneath the robe.

He gave me the glass and offered a cookie.

"My friend Leta made these," he said. "They're magic. You'llfeel better after you eat one."

I bit into one. Gingerbread with a buttercream frosting. Yum.I chewed and swallowed. Yum, yum. He was right. They were magic, magicallydelicious like the marshmallows in the cereal. But the way I was feeling, I'dneed the whole plate.

"So tell me the story," Ash said. "I'm bored tonight. I gotstood up and I need to be entertained."

I finished the cookie and picked up a second one. "Yeah, youand me both," I said. "I got stood up and dumped by the same ... by the same guy,with a stupid Christmas card that Nicole -- " I nodded my head in the generaldirection of another apartment -- "forgot to deliver until today."

"Yeah, she's not the most reliable," Ash said. "So this guywho dumped you ... sounds like a real asshole, if you don't mind my saying."

"Yeah, he is. Was. Whatever. I'm done with him."

"So you were ... celebrating by running naked in the rain?"Ash's eyes twinkled as he prompted me.

"This is where it gets to the loser part," I said. I didn'twant to tell Ash the rest, but those eyes and that smile. I couldn't help it.

"I went on Grindr," I confessed. "I made a date and the guytold me to ..." I breathed in. "...he told me to open the door naked and I was alittle drunk and when I thought I heard him knock, I peeked out and the doorslammed behind me."

"The security features," Ash said, nodding. "Big sellingpoint here. Your apartment is safe from intruders now. And I take it from youtoo."

"Yeah, I didn't really have a place to carry a spare key," Isaid. "So here I am. At your mercy, I guess. I doubt I'll reach anyonetonight." My face clouded over again as the night's events repeated themselvesin my head.

"The place needs a live-in manager," Ash said. "Someone withkeys."

"Look, I know you don't know me from anyone, but is thereany way I could sleep on your couch until I can figure things out in themorning?" I held my breath. I'm not sure I'd have said yes in the samesituation.

"I have a guest room with a bed," Ash said. "You can stay upand watch the ball drop with me if you want. That's all I have planned."

"Oh, thank you, so much," I said. "I can't thank you enough."Maybe I would survive this night after all.

"Listen, you look cold and wet and in need of something ...warm and soothing," Ash said, his eyes taking me in. "Go take a shower, warmup, clean up. I'll make snacks."

"Thanks." We locked eyes for a minute. "Um, can I ask ... your date for the evening? Who would stand youup? You're such a great guy. I mean, I wouldn't leave you alone." My faceflushed. What was I thinking?

Ash stood, his lips quirking a little. "We'd planned thisfor a week, a night for the two of us," he said. "He texted me about an hourago. Got invited to a party. Turns out he's an asshole just like your guy."

He turned and then looked back at me. "And here you are."

I closed the bathroom door and started the water. So Ash wasgay. And hot. And dateless. He had probably just read the text when I saw himon the balcony. Poor guy.

I climbed into the shower and let the hot water cascade downmy body. I could feel the tension wash away. I soaped up and thought about Ashin the front room. He was so cute, so hot. Why couldn't he have been myhook-up?

Without realizing it, I had started to stroke my cock,imagining Ash pushing open the bathroom door, peeling off his clothes, climbinginto the shower with me. Wordless, he would kiss me and take me in his arms.Our lips would tangle as our cocks grew against each other.

I was hard now, stroking, trying to will my fantasies intoreality. I heard a noise. The door. Oh fuck. I heard rustling.

"Ash?"

"Don't mind me." The door closed again. I waited to see ifhe would replay my fantasy, but it was clear no one else was in the room. Ifinished rinsing off and turned off the water, my cock deflating once again.

As I reached for a towel, I saw what Ash had come in for. Onthe counter, he'd left a t-shirt and sweatpants. I dried off and pulled on theclothes. The sweat pants were too long, but I made do and found my way back tothe living room.

Ash had been busy. Plates of cheese and crackers sat on thetable, next to a bowl of Chex mix. A bottle of wine sat next to a pair ofgoblets and a second bottle of champagne chilled in a makeshift ice bucket.

"You were planning a party tonight," I said, before I couldstop myself. "Sorry, I know you were. It's ... I mean..." I attached the cheese andcrackers, suddenly starved.

"It's OK," Ash said from behind me. "Wine?" I nodded as hepoured. He handed me a glass. "Happy New Year to a couple of guys who got stoodup and found each other." We clinked glasses.

Ash turned on the TV, but kept the volume low as we chatted.He was a high school teacher, taught music and marching band and sometimes satin with small bands, playing the clarinet. I told him about my move from L.A.,my work in science writing at the university.

"I've wanted to come by and say hi," Ash said. "There aren'tmany younger guys in the complex. The single women have me in their sights, soI don't mingle much out by the pool."

"I spent weekends up in L.A. With Aiden."

"Not anymore, I would guess," he said. "Sorry, that came outwrong."

"It's OK. I was tired of the drive anyway. And Aiden wasmostly in love with Aiden. Wasn't going to last. Just wish it hadn't comecrashing down like this."

"You hook up much on Grindr?"

I studied his face. He seemed curious, not judgmental.

"Couple of times. Once up in L.A. Guy never showed up.Another time, the guy did, but he couldn't keep it up and he left. I've chattedup a lot of guys, but most of the time, I can't get past their bad spelling andgrammar. Hazards of the job." I giggled, in spite of myself. Ash laughed.

"I didn't really see you as a Grindr type. Then again, Iwouldn't have guessed you'd be running around naked in the parking lot on NewYear's Eve, either." He refilled our wine glasses. "Or showing up at my frontdoor balls to the breeze."

I sipped. Stared at Ash.

"You have such beautiful eyes," I said, then slapped my handover my mouth. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I've had too much wine tonight. I did not comehere to seduce you, I promise." He said nothing. He stood and walked toward thewindow.

"I saw you in the window earlier," he said. "Clay ... my date hadjust canceled and I was kinda bummed. No, that's not right. I wasn't justbummed. I was ... we'd been seeing each other for over a year." Silence. "Ithought it was serious." A sigh. "He didn't."

I moved behind him, watching his reflection in the window. Ileaned against him, letting my head rest on his shoulder. I held my breath,wondering if I'd gone too far. He sighed again, this time less morose.

"And there you were, framed in the patio door. All I couldthink of was, `I wish I was waiting for you.' You had on the cutest undies thenand I think you might have stuck your hand town the front."

I blushed.

"Who knew I'd see the rest so soon after?"

He bumped his hip to mine.

"So you keep saying," I said, bumping his shoulder gently."You know, I've shown you mine, mister." I giggled again.

I saw his lips turn up in the reflection. On TV, thecountdown had begun. A minute til midnight, til the new year. He turned slowly,swinging his hips a little. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and dangled itin front of me, letting it fall at my feet. Forty-five seconds. He undid thebuttons on his jeans, one by one and eased them off his hips and to the floor.Thirty seconds. He moved closer to me, hooked his thumbs in the waistband ofhis briefs and, in a fluid movement, pushed them down and off.

He stood before me, naked. His cock was bouncing, almost atfull hard-on.

"So," he said, "at midnight, you usually kiss someone. Youknow, to make it official."

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. His eyes blazed.

"Be a shame for the year to start all unofficial," I saidquietly. The countdown reached 10 -- 9 -- 8 ...

I closed the gap between us and brushed my lips on his,then, as the countdown reached 3, I kissed him full on, my tongue tracing aline on his lips, my hands pulling his face close. He kissed me back, pushinghis tongue past mine.

He took a breath. "No fair, you didn't wait for midnight,"he said. I kissed him again, my hands in his hair.

"I hate to be late." I resumed my kissing as the TV played `AuldLang Syne' and the people in Times Square kissed. Our tongues wrestled and hemoved his hands down the side of my face, down past my neck. I felt his hardcock brush against my leg and I scrambled to pull my shirt off and shove thesweatpants off. I was naked. Again. My cock was as hard as his now.

I came up for air and took his glasses off. He pulled meback for more and as he did, I took his cock and stroked it against mine.

I played with one of his nipples and felt his moan on mylips. I squeezed a little more and he moaned louder. I smiled and eased downhis body. I touched a nipple with my tongue and flicked it, then sucked on it,scraping the sensitive skin with my teeth. Ash whimpered. I found his cockagain, throbbing with heat, leaking pre-come.

I switched to the other nipple and stroked Ash's cock as Isucked and nibbled. He ran his hands through my hair, onto my shoulders andthrust his cock into my hand.

I slid lower, keeping one hand on a nipple as I licked downhis body, following the trail to his cock. I kneeled in front of him andtwirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-come. Ilicked the shaft, down and back up. Ash moaned his encouragement.

I let his cock slide on to my tongue, savoring his smellsand his taste. I used one hand to twist gentle circles around the base of hiscock, the other to tug on his balls, less gently.

I could feel the pulse of his cock in my mouth. I licked upthe shaft again and sucked on the head.

"Bedroom," he said, his eyes ablaze. "Bedroom, now."

We stood and staggered to the bedroom. He pushed me onto thebed and I lay spread-eagled, my cock hard against my stomach. He crawledbetween my legs and kneeled above me, taking my cock in his hand. He put hisnext to it and stroked them together, licking his lips as he looked at me withhunger in his eyes.

He lowered himself until he could take my cock in his mouth.I groaned as the wet warmth of his mouth wrapped around me. Oh, fuck, he wasgood at this. He worked my cock with his lips and tongue, using his hand tostroke me at the base.

"Wanna suck you again," I gasped. With some maneuvering andgrunting, we turned on the bed, settling on our sides. He never took his mouthoff my cock. I licked his and took it back into my mouth. He was bigger thanme, longer and fatter and so fucking delicious. The sensation of his mouth onmy cock and his cock in my mouth pushed me precariously close to the edge and Imanaged to croak out, "slower, slower, don't wanna come yet."

Ash pulled away and turned me so I was face down on the bed.He crawled back between my legs and spread my cheeks. I felt a sudden warmth ashis tongue found my hole. He licked it, around the outside, then found theopening. He started to suck, pushing his tongue in as he did.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh my god" was the best I could manage.

He sucked and licked and, as I moaned, he eased a fingerinto my hole. He moved it around and then made a hook and found my sweet spot.I shivered and bucked my hips as he teased my prostate. He moved a secondfinger inside and l relaxed even as I arched upward.

"Do it," I said. "Please."

"Mmmm, so that's why you were wiggling your naked ass at mydoor tonight, is it?" Ash growled. "Is that it?"

"I want you inside me," I gasped. "Fuck me, Ash."

He slapped my ass playfully and crawled over to hisnightstand. Moments later, I felt the cool lube squirt into my ass and heardAsh tearing open a package and unrolling a rubber on his cock. He turned meover.

"Wanna see you when we do this," he said, his voice lowerthan it had been all night. He moved between my legs and pulled them up,positioning his cock at my hole. He pushed the head in past the ring.

The pain was nearly blinding at first. His cock felt evenbigger than it had when I had it in my mouth. I choked back a cry, but he musthave seen the look on my face.

"I can stop if ..."

"No! I'm fine... I'm fine, just ... please, fuck me."

His smile widened. He pushed in and the pain intensified fora moment, but as he probed deeper and hit my sweet spot again, the pleasure,the ecstasy erased the pain. He began to thrust against me, his cock sliding inand out of my ass.

I cried out again, but it wasn't pain this time. I wrappedmy legs around his body, arched my back and met his thrusts with my own. Hepumped harder and faster and I writhed on the bed, my hands tugging at thequilt.

My cock leaked pre-come and Ash scooped some on his fingerand licked it off. He began to stroke my cock as he thrust harder. He strokedme and I could tell I was about to shoot. His cock hit my prostate again and Iexploded, come shooting over my chest and stomach. My cock pulsed come and Ashlicked it off his fingers.

He thrust once or twice more and froze, his eyes shut, hismouth in a silent cry. Then I felt his cock throb and shoot and Ash yelled, "Oh,fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh ..."

He fell on me, thrusting a few more times as he kissed me,the passion still electric. Finally, he rolled to his side, pulling out of me.We lay on the bed, breathing hard, spent.

I looked over at him. "Happy New Year." He kissed me.

"Happy fucking New Year to us," I said

We cleaned up and Ash brought in the champagne, which wasn'tas chilled as it was earlier, but still sweet and bubbly. We clinked glassesand drank.

"I'm so glad you got locked out of your place with noclothes on," he whispered to me as I started to fall asleep.

"Me too," I purred. "Let's never wear clothes." And I wasgone.

I awoke sometime after 9 the next morning. Ash was stilldozing, his arms around me. I could feel his cock against me and I sighedcontentedly, pushing against it. My cock grew harder as I replayed the nightbefore.

I felt Ash stir. "Good morning, handsome," he whispered intomy ear. He nibbled on my earlobe and played with my nipple. He moved his handdownward until he found my cock, hard now. "Mmmm," he said. "It's true. Boys wantsex in the morning."

He disentangled us and turned over, facing away from me. Hereached back and motioned for me to turn. He pulled me closer, angling until mycock slid between his ass cheeks. I reached around to find his cock, now ashard as mine.

He found the lube bottle on the bedside table and handed itto me. He shifted again and I figured out what he wanted. I squirted lube on mycock and between his ass cheeks.

Ash began to buck his hips against me, squirming as his cheeksgripped my cock. I matched his thrusts, his bucking and writhing. He strokedhis cock as I thrust, our rhythm growing more intense. He reached around andwrapped a hand around my thigh, pulling me close. I gnawed gently on hisshoulder, thrusting, bucking.

We writhed on the bed, saying almost nothing, the passionpalpable.

"I'm close," I whispered. He nodded and turned around toface me. He took our cocks in his hand and stroked them together. Our lips met,our tongues wrestling. I pinched his nipples and thrust into his hand.

I shot first, the come squirting onto Ash's hand and cock.He threw his head back and came on me, his hips pushing against me as his cockpulsed.

We kissed again and fell asleep again, bodies tangled,sticky and warm.

We awoke two hours later. Sunlight shone through the cracksin the blinds. I flicked at his nipple idly and he sighed contentedly.

"You know," I said, "part of me would like to just stay hereall day..."

Ash reached down and squeezed my cock. "You mean this part."

"Smart ass." I squeezed his, my hand coming away sticky withhis come. "But I need to get back into my apartment. I need clothes."

"Really? You seemed happy to be cavorting naked last night."He goosed me.

"And I need my phone."

"Good Lord, call the authorities."

"I can't remember what they told me when I moved in. Isthere a live-in manager who'd have keys?"

Ash considered the question. "As a matter of fact, thereis."

"And do you know how to reach this keeper of the keys?"

"I do. The number's in my cell." He climbed out of bed andwalked to the door. I watched his ass and wolf-whistled at him. He wiggled itfor me.

I heard him in the front room and a moment later, the landline by his bed rang. "Ash," I said, "your phone is ringing. Wait, you have aland line?"

"Have to," he said. "Can you pick it up, please? Might beimportant."

I picked up the phone. "Um, hello?"

A familiar voice greeted me. "Yes, hello, I'm looking forthe on-site manager? I have a naked man in my apartment who needs to get intohis place. Although I'd prefer he'd stay naked..."

Ash walked in the room, his cell phone to his ear. He smiledwickedly. His cock hung heavily in front of him and I could swear it wasgrowing. He held a key ring in his other hand.

"You had the key all along?" I said. "Why didn't you tellme?"

Ash ended the call and tossed the phone and the keys into achair. He dived onto the bed and kissed me, grinding his cock into mine. Yes,it was growing.

"Because I had a naked man at my door and I didn't want tolet him go."