Excuse Me by Johnny Murdoc
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"Excuse me," he said. "Do you have a cellphone I can borrow?"
I didn't respond immediately, because I didn't realize that he was talking to me. I was sitting outside on the front steps, smoking a cigarette, and trying my best to think about nothing at all. I had been diligently watching a parade of ants when a pair of scruffy sneakers stepped into my line of sight.
"Excuse me," he said again.
I traced my way up his body, from his white socks and hairy legs to his brown khaki shorts and the slight bulge behind his fly to his blank grey t-shirt with dark pit stains to his short beard to his frustrated inquiring eyes.
"Do you have a cellphone I could use?" He looked like so many of the other scruffy hippie guys who had sprung up around the city in the past year. The kind of guy that made my dick twitch. This guy made my dick twitch.
"Yeah," I said, reaching into my pocket to pull it out. I handed it to him.
"It's just a local call," he said.
"It's no big deal," I said.
He flipped open the phone, and started dialing.
I tried my best not to pay attention to him. Instead, I caught bits and pieces. Words. Something about a co-op. A misplaced order.
"Shit," he said, pulling the phone away from his ear, looking at it.
"What?" I asked.
"Your phone just died."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Um--"
"Do you live here?" He pointed at the building behind me, where I did, in fact, live.
"Yeah," I said.
"Do you have a landline I could use? I'm sorry, but it's--"
"No, yeah." I stood up and brushed the dirt off of the back of my shorts. I turned, and pushed my way through the front door, barely missing the girl who lives next door to me as she made her way out. She gave me a quick smile, and then glanced at the guy behind me. I started up the stairs.
"I'm up on the third floor," I said.
"Cool. Thank you."
"Yeah."
As we made our way up the second flight of stairs, the guy behind me said: "Ted."
"What?" I asked.
"Ted. My name's Ted."
"Oh," I said. I stopped mid-flight, and turned around, offering my hand. Ted didn't stop quickly enough, and he bumped right into me, knocking me back. My ass landed kind of hard on the step behind me.
"Wha--" he started. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to--"
"No, it's all right. That was dumb," I said. "Apparently, my preconditioning to shake hands with introductions is stronger than I realized." He laughed at that, and then offered me his hand. I reached out to shake it.
"I'm Ted," he said.
"Noah," I said. Our handshake turned into him helping me to my feet. The rest of our trip up the stairs was accident-free, but that didn't stop Ted from giggling to himself, or me from cracking a smile.
I pulled out my keys as we reached the third floor landing, and opened my front door. Ted followed me in.
The apartment was bright, the midday sun filtering in through the wide windows.
I pointed toward my computer.
"I don't have a phone, really. I use VOIP," I said.
"What?" he asked.
"Um, internet telephone-y thing. Like Skype?"
"Oh," he said, clearly not getting it. I threw my keys onto the counter, and walked toward the computer.
"Go ahead," I said. "Sit down."
He sat at the desk in front of the computer, and I stood behind him. I leaned over him, and wiggled the mouse to remove the screensaver.
Instantly, I kind of regretted it. But only kind of.
"Oh," I said.
On the monitor was a photo of my friend Phillip, kneeling on my bed, his half-hard cock dangling between his bare legs. Before I had gone outside, I had been working on color-correcting photos from a shoot that I had done just the night before. Phillip had come over for dinner, and I begged him to pose for me. I had plied him with beer, and pot, and sex. The photo on the screen was one of dozens I had taken.
"Sorry," I said. "I really didn't just mean to assault you with a picture of a naked guy."
"It's no problem," he said.
"I'm a photographer," I said. "Well, kind of..."
"It's okay, really," he said.
I closed down Photoshop, and brought up the phone program.
"How do I--" he said.
"Oh. Here, put these on." I reached further past him, and grabbed a pair of headphones sitting next to the desk. I pulled them open, and started to pull them down over his head. My fingers brushed his ears as I pulled them down.
"And then, just--" I brought up the keypad on the computer. "Dial, and the mic is on the monitor. Just talk normally."
After I was positive that he was good to go, I walked across the living room to the kitchen. The apartment was little more than a studio, with practically everything in the same room. I tried to distract myself by pouring a glass of water. I leaned back against the counter, but found myself without any distractions. I decided to take a piss, figuring that Ted wasn't going to run off with anything important while I was gone.
When I was finished, I stepped back into the living room to find Ted finished with his phone call. He was standing next to my couch, looking at a magazine. It was a copy of Butt.
"You said you were a photographer?" he asked.
"Well, kind of. Pretty amateur, still."
"You do stuff like this?"
"Something like that. I've never been published, or anything."
"I liked that picture."
"Yeah? Which one?"
"The one on your computer." He gestured back at the desktop.
"Oh. Yeah." I tried to think of a way to keep him here. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Um," he said. "Sure."
"I've got water, and uh-- soymilk." I figured it was a little early to be recommending beer.
"Oh. Water's good. Thank you."
I turned back to the kitchen, and pulled a glass down out of the cabinet. When I turned on the water, something in the pipes banged. Old building.
"Would you like ice?" I turned to see his reaction, but he was standing right next to me. He kissed me, pushing me back against the counter. At first I didn't react, completely caught off guard. His lips were soft, his beard a little scruffy. He tasted like avocado. I opened my mouth, and his tongue licked at my lips.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
I nodded.
"How about this?" He placed his hand on my crotch, cupping me.
"Mm-hm," I said.
He kissed me again, and started rubbing his hand along my cock through my shorts. I placed a hand against his chest.
"Wait a second," I said. He pulled back a little.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just -- Can I see you naked?"
"What?"
"I really want to see you naked."
I know a lot of people dig watching their partner undress, revealing their aroused body piece by piece. And I'm up for that as well. But I love human bodies. The shapes and sizes they come in, the variety. And as much as I dig a hard cock, it's a soft one that I want to see first.
"Are you going to take pictures of me?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I'm going to fuck you. But first, I just want to see you naked."
I took his hand, and walked him into the center of the room, near the edge of my bed. I kissed him, and then pulled my shirt over my head. He placed a hand on my chest, his thumb flicking lightly over my nipple. I unbuckled my belt, and slid my shorts and underwear down together, exposing myself to him.
"Just naked," I said.
He smiled, and began to undress himself. I sat down on the edge of my bed and pulled my socks off. His bare chest had a light smattering of hair that thickened as it neared his waistline and disappeared into his shorts. He pulled open the fly of his shorts with one hand and let them fall to the floor. I smiled at him.
I stood back up. We were nearly the same height, and the tip of my half-hard penis brushed against the front of his grey cotton briefs. I put a hand on each side of his waist, feeling his skin. I kissed him, and pulled his briefs down. His cock bounced as the cotton waistband slid over it, and I squatted a little to bring the briefs down over his thigh, and let them fall the rest of the way. He stepped out of them, kicking the briefs and his shorts to the side. I straightened up, and we both stood there, looking at each other. His penis hung beneath a thick matte of pubic hair, pointing slightly outward either naturally or with the beginnings of an erection.
I stepped closer, putting my hands on his sides again. Our penises touched lightly, and then he grabbed me, pulling me against him hard, smashing our bodies together. He kissed me hard on the lips, then on the cheek. He kissed me on the neck, just beneath my jawbone, and made my skin flush and tingle. My cock jumped between us, and my nipples hardened.
He leaned down, taking one my nipples into his mouth. His hands slid down and back and cupped my ass. My dick was nearly completely erect, waving in out in front of me. He licked and kissed at my nipple, bringing my cock to a full erection. He brought one of his hands around to grip it, to stroke it. I reached out, having to lean down a little since he was still slightly bent over, and grabbed his dick. He lightly bit my nipple, and looked up at me. I couldn't help but beam at him.
He began to kiss down my chest, and as he bent lower, his cock pulled away from my hand. I wanted to keep feeling it, to keep stroking it, but he distracted me with his kisses. His lips traced down over skin until he was kneeling on the floor in front of me. He kissed my belly button, his face pushing into my soft stomach, and slid lower until his face was buried in my pubic hair, my hard cock pushed to the side, pressing against his cheek. I ran my hands through his hair as he continued kissing me, and wrapped his mouth around the base of my cock. He took a couple of quick licks at my testicles, and then slid his tongue up the length of my dick. I pushed it down with my thumb so that it was pointing straight out, and he quickly took the head into his mouth.
He wrapped his hand around the base of it, and started licking and nibbling. He looked up at me like he adored me, like he adored my cock. I let my head fall back a little as I thrust my hips forward, pushing my dick toward him. He stroked it, and licked it, and then swallowed it, letting it slide into his mouth nearly as far as it would go. He groaned, or grunted, and the tiny vocal vibrations felt great on my erection. He cupped my testicles with his free hand, rubbing them, massaging them, tugging on them lightly. His mouth felt great, but as much as I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel him first.
I pulled back a little, and he looked up at me. I gestured with my head toward the bed behind me, and stepped backwards until my legs were up against it. I sat back against it, and he came forward until he was pushing me back and crawling on top of me. His erection trailed up my leg until it slapped lightly against my nuts as he kissed me. I reached down and took his cock into my hand and stroked it, rubbing the tip of it against my nuts and my inner thigh.
"Do you have a,"--he kissed me--"condom?" He kissed me again.
"No," I said. "I'm out."
"That's okay," he said. "This feels good." He reached down between my legs and gripped my cock. I pushed my hips up off the bed, sliding my cock in and out of his hand. He pushed his own pelvis down in my direction, and the tip of his cock slid from my testicles down toward the cleft of my ass. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to run to the drugstore on the corner and buy the biggest box of condoms they had, and use every last one of them. There were a lot of things that I wanted him to do to me, things that I wanted to do to him, but I was already close to cumming. I pulled his cock up and over my balls until it was parallel with my own. He sat up, straddling me, his cock hovering over mine as we stroked each other. His cock was leaking copious amounts of clear slick fluid, and I cupped my hand over the head of his penis, smearing the liquid around and then down his cock. He thrust into my hand, another heavy drop pushing free from the head of his dick. He smiled down at me.
"I'm really close," I said, feeling like we hadn't had the chance to do nearly enough together.
"Yeah?" he asked.
I nodded, and bit my lower lip.
He leaned in and kissed me, stroking me faster. His grip tightened as he sped up his jerking motion. He lifted his hand off the bed and slapped it down on my chest. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I couldn't take it anymore. My dick pulsed, thickening, and a shot of cum shot up, splashing against his stomach before dropping down onto my own. He adjusted his strokes so that they lined up with each pulse of my dick as the rest of my cum shot up and landed on my chest. One shot landed on his hand, and slid down over my nipple as he continued to rub it. My final two shots dribbled down over his hand, and he coated my dick with my cum and continued stroking with a light grip. He leaned in and kissed me again, and gave my penis a final squeeze before letting it drop onto my heaving stomach.
He straightened up again, kneeling over me, and started stroking his own dick. His free hand swiped over my chest, collecting some of my come on his fingertips. He slid his first two fingers into my mouth, feeding my own cum. No one had ever done that before, but I licked hungrily at his fingers, and his smile widened. He quickened his strokes on his dick, and then squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth closed as he bit his bottom lip, and his stomach tightened, and I watched his first shot of cum arc up into the air and land on my chest, mixing with my own. His second shot went further and landed on my cheek. I closed my eyes, fearing another shot to the face, but the next three shots landed on my chest again. I opened my eyes, and smiled up at him. He leaned down to kiss me, and then licked his cum off of my cheek. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.
He laughed a little, and lifted his head up so he could look me in the eyes.
"This wasn't how I expected my afternoon to go," he said.
"Yeah? Well, I'm kind of glad it did."
"Me, too." He smiled. "You know, if you ever want to do this again, well, I'm pretty sure I'd like to get to know you."
"Yeah? I think I'd like you to get to know me, too."
THE END
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