The first time I saw him, I was riding down an escalator. I noticed his flaming red hair swinging. It was pulled back in a ponytail, bobbing as he turned his head. He was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt and short khaki shorts in the sticky Southern heat. I couldn't see his face well from this angle, but his pale legs were shapely, and he was a pleasant bit of eye candy for the few moments until he disappeared into the crowd, hidden by my descent. We were in town for a national conference of a program to help people get support as they worked through their addiction. You know the one, but it is anonymous, so I'll leave the name to your imagination.
I noticed him again later that afternoon, passing between sessions. His hair and skin marked him and made him stand out in the swirling masses of people passing through the halls and lobbies. A beacon of marble and flame. He passed near me.
I got a look at his face for the first time in this moment of passing. He was beautiful; his features were refined and almost elven. But most arresting were his brilliant, emerald eyes. His eyes twinkled at me as we inclined our heads in recognition of our eye contact. We shared a nod of camaraderie with the tens of thousands of other attendees, but in that moment, it was just the two of us. Two in a crowd of anonymous people. We were each here with our own story and history, but looking through the crowd, I understand that while the words of our stories were different, the echoes of the motifs were shared. It felt right to acknowledge the other people here.
And then he was gone, back into the crowd. I knew nothing about him. He was likely straight. It seemed that he had been with a woman. Maybe? I could not really remember anything around him. My memory was cinematic -- as if a light beam had illuminated him in full color and the rest of the people had faded into a murky black and white.
The third time I saw him was a cheesy moment from a Hallmark film. It was the end of the last session of the first day of the conference. In the crowds leaving the auditorium, I had lost my group. I had my phone out to text them. I turned to step into a hallway, out of the flow of traffic. Eyes on the screen, I stopped when I bumped into someone and fell forward into them. His arm wrapped around me, a gesture of security to ensure I was safe. I looked up into the deep emerald eyes of the mystery hunk. He was several inches taller than me. His strong arm held me tight as I recovered my balance. We both just stood there in that embrace born of my clumsy inattentiveness.
"Hi." He smiled down at me. I didn't recognize the scent he must have been wearing, but he smelled perfect, a hint of the woods, a spicy note, and a subtext of clean male.
"Uh, sorry for bumping into you." Admitting harm was one of the twelve steps; this was perhaps a trivial harm, but I could own my behaviors.
"No problem. I am glad I was here to catch you." His voice was much deeper than his delicate features would have belied.
I blushed. I was developing a school kid crush on this handsome man. I was very glad that my body had moved beyond high school because otherwise, I probably would have had a raging boner that I would have had to try to hide. "Um, thanks for that."
"Anytime. We all need the support of others. That's why we're here, right?" He let go of me to gesture to the groups of people beyond. I reluctantly took a step back. While I enjoyed his contact, standing inches away from someone I didn't know was too awkward.
"I am G." We were now a bit less anonymous. "Like the letter."
"My name is..." I paused briefly. Did I give him my name? That was fine, but there was something in the mystery of just a letter. "Call me K."
He put his hand out for a handshake. I took it. He squeezed firmly and just held my hand just a bit too long. "Nice to meet you, K. I hope to bump into you again in the next few days."
"It seems more likely I would bump into you." He laughed. It was deep and rumbling.
"We'll see how it goes." He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
"That we shall, G."
With a genuine smile, G turned and walked away. I stood watching him disappear into the crowd. My heart fluttered as he disappeared around a corner. I looked down at my phone. I had completely missed the notification for my friend's message.
[were out front]
[K, I'll be right there.]
I was tempted to open Grindr to see if G popped up. I was almost certain he was interested. Even the nicest of straight men didn't act like that. Did they? The fact straight men had gentrified gay style made my gaydar much more challenging to understand. His short shorts were less of a clue than they would have been a decade ago. But I decided against it and headed out to meet up with my friends.
The next day was busy. I spent most of the morning with the group I came with. I kept an eye out for G, but I never caught sight of him. Shortly before lunch, everyone else wanted to head to one session, but I wasn't feeling it. I just wandered the convention hall and then found a quiet bench for a bit of reflection. I closed my eyes and listened to the thrum around me, knowing that although I had never met these people, I shared a bond and a story with them. I felt heard and held in community.
whomp A body came sliding across the bench, crashing into me. Jarred from my moment, I turned to see which of my friends had ducked out of the talk. But I was looking into the mischievously twinkling eyes of G.
"I guess I bumped into you today," he chuckled. He stayed against me. I could feel his warmth against my hip through his linen pants.
"I guess you got your wish," I replied.
"Oh, I made my wish happen. Well, one of them at least," he said with a wink. " I've been looking for you all morning."
"Really?"
"Of course. I had to get my revenge for being rammed into yesterday."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. He was looking for me, and he was obviously flirting, I was pretty sure. But I was never good at reading people's intentions towards me. I guess he could be a goofy straight guy, just here in the moment and making connections with new people. But his hip was still pressed up against mine.
We sat silently for a few moments, touching hips, in a status between awkward and companionable.
"Ok," he finally broke the silence, "I am meeting someone for lunch soon. I'll leave you to your reflection."
"Maybe, we'll bump into each other again before the end of the conference tomorrow." I let the hope and the suggestion hang in the air between us.
"If you give me your phone, I'll give you my number, and we can make sure the bumping happens." I took out my phone, unlocked it, and handed it over.
He tilted away so I couldn't see what he was doing. I was uncomfortable handing a stranger my phone, but the lust overrode that unease. Soon I heard his phone bing. He placed my phone face down on his crotch as he took out his phone. I couldn't exactly grab it without grabbing more. And I knew he had done that with complete knowledge of the moment. He looked at his phone and typed out a quick message. My phone buzzed on his crotch. He winked at me and sent another quick message. With a deep laugh, he slid my phone into my pocket. It was tight for him to get his hand between us, but neither of us pulled away.
"I'll be bumping into you later." He smiled with complete self-assurance. And with a pat on my thigh, he stood and wandered off, turning once to wink at me. He pulled out his phone, and my phone buzzed one more time. I pulled it out to look at what he had done.
I had two new texts. I opened messages to see what he had said.
It started from me: [Hey, did you know you're the sexiest guy here?]
G had replied: [You're pretty studly yourself.]
[Haha]
And most recently, an emoji -- blowing a kiss. When I looked up, he was gone. I quickly typed out: [Well, I guess I am glad I was forward with you to start this conversation.]
[I did rather like your opening line. Flattery will get you everywhere. Haha] I liked the fact he texted in complete sentences. It may have marked me as old, but modern texting was harder to read than it needed to be.
As I tried to think of a response, three dots bounced in a text bubble. I waited, and soon he had sent another message:
[In the past, I would have asked you out for a drink, but that's not a good idea.] The dots appeared again immediately.
[I know I have been forward, but I am actually more shy than it would seem. I saw you yesterday and wanted to get to know you better.] Another message was quickly following this one.
[I want to spend more time with you.]
[I would like that too.] I replied.
[So...] He typed. Three dots appeared and disappeared several times.
[What are your lunch plans?]
[I was meeting with my friends. But plans can change.]
[Wanna grab lunch? Here? Somewhere near by? Skip lunch and fuck in my hotel across the street?] Immediately again, the dots came up.
[Just kidding on that last one.]
[Anyone of those would work for me.] I shot back. I kept typing.
[Including the last one... as long as we could get lunch afterwards.]
[ummm... really?]
[Only if you want to...]
[I mean I do] As the three dots appeared, signaling his further typing, I stood and followed where I had seen him disappear. He hadn't gotten far. I spotted his ponytail of fire not far away, leaning against the wall, focused on his phone. I saw him shake his head, and his silky hair bounced. I snuck up behind him and bumped my hip into his.
"So sorry," I said, placing a hand on his lower back. "I know this convention is anonymous, but we must stop meeting like this." I laughed. He smiled.
"So you texted me that your hotel was close. Why do we go there and talk or..."
"Um. Are you sure?" He looked nervous.
"I am a big boy, and it looks like you are too," I flicked my eyes down toward his crotch. I stepped back. "I can't believe I just said that. That was a line out of a bad porn." He laughed. Although horrifically embarrassing, it did break the tension.
"Ok. Yeah, I'm right across the street."
"Lead the way."
He directed us toward one of the convention center doors. It was a bit awkward. We didn't say much, and I was always half a step behind him. I felt a bit like a puppy. The heat of late summer was oppressive, stepping out of the air-conditioned space. We timed the lights right and soon walked into the lobby of a nice chain hotel. The cool air was a blessing. He turned to the elevator bank. We waited a few moments until the bell dinged and the doors slid open. We stepped into the mirrored interior.
Naturally, we both turned to face the door. I wanted to look at the handsome man I was riding with, but when I turned my head, it was just -- irrationally -- too awkward. I turned back to facing forward and just checked him out side eye and in the mirrored surfaces. I soon caught him doing the same, and we broke into giggles at the absurdity of the situation. We were likely going to be naked in the next few minutes, but we could not look at each other because of the social expectations of riding in an elevator.
Out of the corner of my eye, through the giggles, I noticed that a strand of his hair had fallen to the side of his face. I gently reached out and tucked it behind his ear. While everything about the motion was awkward, the brush of my fingers along the arc of his ear shifted the tone in the cabin. We both knew that there was no chance we were just going to talk in his room.
Bing The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. There was a family with tween twins standing a little too close to the door. Everyone was a bit surprised to see someone else on the other side of the door. G grabbed my hand and pulled me through the small crowd. He held my hand all the way down the hall until we arrived at his door.
He fumbled a bit with his key as he tried to open the door. I was more than a few years north of 30, although I hadn't quite hit the next decade yet; I assumed G was basically in the same general age range. But we are acting like two teenagers in a hotel for the first time without supervision.
Soon, we got through the door and just stopped, standing a few feet apart, facing each other. It was by mutual decision. I didn't exactly know why, but the teenage pawing that would have come next wasn't quite right. I wanted to kiss this man -- and do much, much more -- but it felt like we needed to say a few things first.
"So..." "Well..." We both started.
"You go first," I gestured toward him.
"OK. Well. I guess I am not sure what next. I mean, I have had hookups from Grindr, but that was always something," he paused momentarily to think of a word. "Planned? I mean, the reason we were getting together was always obvious."
"Fair."
"And I have never done something quite like this. But when I saw you on the escalator yesterday, I just knew I was interested in you."
"I think I saw you at the same moment and really enjoyed the view. But you were looking away."
"Yeah, I saw you look at me and got shy." He blushed. It was really noticeable on his pale skin. It was adorable.
"Well, if Grindr takes the guesswork out, I'll ask the question. What do you want?"
"You."
I chuckled. "I gathered that much. Are you a top? Bottom? Side?"
"I usually top, but I can be whatever you want me to be."
"Ok, big boy, you wanna fuck me?" I took a step closer, took his hand, and placed it on my lower back. I pulled him in close and, standing on tiptoe, whispered into his ear. "I want to feel you deep inside me." I felt his hand slide down my back, in my waistband, until his finger was just resting in the top of my crack. His other hand slithered onto my hip, pulling me in. He leaned down, and our lips met. It was a kiss of pent-up passion and the teasing of the past day.
Sooner than I wanted, I broke off the kiss. "Ok. For the unsexy bit of sexy time. I didn't know I was going to get fucked this afternoon, so I didn't prepare this morning. I need some time in the bathroom, alone, before we get any further into this. It won't be perfect, but it will be better."
"Of course."
I reached out and gently pulled the hair tie from his ponytail. His red locks draped around his shoulders. I slid my hand up the back of his neck, grabbing a fistful of his silky tresses. I pulled him down into one last kiss, a bit less desperate, a short goodbye.
I took one of the robes from the back of the closet door into the bathroom with me. I didn't have the equipment or time I needed to cleanse myself thoroughly, but I knew I could improve the situation.
I stripped and sat on the pot. As I did my business, I remembered to text the group I had come to the convention with to tell them I would miss lunch. A few of the more clueless girls would ask if I wasn't feeling well, but the other gay guy would immediately want me to spill the tea. As soon as I hit send, I shut my phone off. I wanted to focus on G.
When I had finished, I hopped into the shower to wash my body and focus on my ass. I started to open my hole up with my fingers to make sure I was very clean. As I slowly probed myself, I wondered what J was doing out there. My cock grew hard at the thought of him waiting for me and imagining me naked and soapy in the shower. Soon, I felt as prepared as I was going to be able to be given the circumstances. I had grabbed the robe, figuring it could be a barrier on the bed, just in case.
I toweled off and put the robe on. I primped in front of the mirror for a minute--a minor vanity. I took a second to decide if I wanted the robe open or closed when I walked out. I knew I looked damn good for near forty, but there was something exciting about the idea of giving G the opportunity to discover that for himself.
When I opened the door and stepped into the room, G was silhouetted against the window. His hair was still down -- a glowing, scarlet halo about his head. He turned.
He stepped toward me, and we kissed again. It was more natural, less teenager. He maneuvered us so the bed was behind me. He pushed me back, breaking away from me. I sat back on the edge of the bed. He started to slowly strip. He slipped the short-sleeve button-down off his shoulders and pulled his undershirt over his head. His pale torso was revealed. His stomach was trim, and his pecs were full. He had a light dusting of orange freckles across his alabaster skin.
As he unbuttoned his pants, I dropped to my knees. The pants fell around his ankles, exposing his robin's egg blue briefs. I could see the outline of his cock straining out from his hip. I reached out and slid them down his hips. His cock jutted from a shock of wiry red. It was beautiful. The head of his cock, red pink, peaked out of his foreskin. His shaft was mostly smooth and pale, with one prominent vein snaking along its 7 inches.
I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around the wide base of his cock. It was a bit thicker than perfectly aesthetic, with a bulge in the middle of the shaft. I licked the tip, teasing his taut foreskin. G's fingers slid into my damp hair, curling and gently pulling me forward. I opened my lips and slowly sank partway down his shaft. He held my head, not pushing me but just along for the ride. I bobbed and moistened his cock. Blow jobs were fun, but not what I wanted from this afternoon delight. (Also, at this point in my life, my knees could only take so much kneeling before I would feel it the next day.)
After sucking him for a bit, I stood and kissed him again, sharing the taste of his cock with him. I whispered, "I'm on PrEP and tested negative recently. You?"
"Same. Actually tested a week ago."
"I want to feel you in me."
He didn't respond verbally. After pushing me back onto the bed, he reached down and untied the belt allowing the robe to fall open. It was his turn to drop to his knees. His hands took my knees and pushed them toward my chest. Soon, I felt his tongue tracing up my crack and targeting my hole. He probed and licked; I shivered to feel the contrast of cool air and warm tongue as he explored. He was good with his tongue, slowly working me open and starting to lubricate my hole with his spit.
I reached down and pulled my cheeks apart to give him better access. The tip of his tongue swiped wide across my hole and then started to probe into me. I felt it slip inside me and worked to open myself to his oral ministrations. After a few moments of tongue fucking me, he stepped away. I took the opportunity to wriggle my arms out of the robe, so I lay fully nude on his bed. Soon, he was back between my legs. I heard a bottle squeeze and felt his finger, cool with lube, probing at my hole. With a bit of pressure, the tip of his finger popped through my ring. He pushed forward slowly and steadily, sinking each knuckle in. Suddenly, a jolt of pleasure shocked deep within me. I gasped and let out a low moan as reflex clamped my hole down on his finger.
Soon, G was sliding a second finger in and out of me, taking time to tickle my prostate and stretch my ring. He knew what he was doing and was taking his time to prepare my hole.
I wiggled and begged, "More." He was good with his fingers, but I wanted his cock inside of me. I felt him slide a third finger in. I could feel the lust overtaking him. His actions were less focused on my pleasure and more on really making sure I was ready.
I soon adjusted to his three fingers. I knew his cock would be more, but I was ready to get fucked. "Fuck me, now. I want you in me."
"Are you ready?" I just nodded, and G shifted so his hips were between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock lightly settle against my hole. A drizzle of cold lube dripped down my taint. I shivered at the cold, pushing myself slightly against him, feeling him pressing into me. I breathed and focused on opening myself to him. He slowly started to thrust his hips forward. His head popped through the ring, and I gasped. It wasn't in pain or shock but in consummation of the lust between us. He paused, giving me a moment to get used to him within me. My cock had deflated during the entry process, but G started to gently play with me, reigniting my erection.
As he stroked my now hard cock, he began to press forward. He moved slowly but consistently. Soon, I felt his hips pressing against me. He leaned down to kiss me as he started to withdraw. As I felt the swelling of his crown pushing against the inside of my ring, he once again began to sink into me. The bulge in the middle of his cock stretched my hole as it slid through, and I felt all of the inches of his big cock sinking into me. It wasn't the biggest I had ever had by any means, or even recently, but it was just about perfect. Most of my recent fucking had been with a local friend with benefits, and while he fucked well, his equipment just couldn't compare to G's.
He continued this slow pace, not really fucking me, just a leisurely action. We kissed as he moved within me, stretching my hole. I was ready for more and started to hump my hips up into him.
"In a rush?" he asked, a laughing twinkle in his eyes. Pulling away so the head of his cock rested half inside my hole, holding my ring open.
"No. Ready for more!"
He did laugh at that and, with a push forward, sunk most of his cock back within me. His thrust raked across my prostate, causing a shock wave of pleasure. I yelped, "Yes." When a man with a good cock who could use it well fucked me, I tended to be pretty loud. "Again." He complied, starting to pull out, and then, just after passing my prostate, jabbed back in, setting off lightning within me. I didn't have words; I just moaned loudly.
"That's it, let the neighbors know what I'm having for lunch!"
"Shut up and fuck me," I growled. He did, and I definitely let the whole wing of the hotel know what was happening.
"Fuck. Yes. Ohh. God. Yes. More. Fuck. Me. Harder. Oh. OH! Yes. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"
He was pounding hard, reaching deep within me. I could feel the whole length of him shifting and pushing, a burning rod shoved deep within me. It was amazing. I struggled to breathe. I placed a hand on his chest. "Let me."
G pulled out, and we switched places. He lay on top of the robe, slightly damp from the shower and my sweat. I grabbed the bottle of lube from where he had placed it and drizzled some more on the fleshy pink head of his cock, foreskin totally retracted. I gently stroked his hard cock feeling the loose skin sliding along the stiff shaft. It was memorizing. I lost myself for a moment, just gently stroking his cock.
"You're going to have to work a bit harder to get a prize." G smiled as I snapped out of the moment. I shifted and climbed up on the bed, straddling his hips. I reached behind me and positioned his slick cock head at my hole. Letting myself go, I slid down his pole, taking him fully within me again. I squeaked slightly, and our eyes met. We both started laughing at the less than dignified -- or sexy -- sound that I had made. It felt good to be with a man who was just so comfortable to be around. It was sexy to be able to laugh with each other while fucking. It was too bad that this was a national conference -- and a primarily anonymous one at that. Hell, I only knew the first letter of his name, and I didn't even know if I knew that. G could actually have been named Mortimer.
I quickly began to slide up and down his cock. I felt so wonderfully full. He was big enough that I could absolutely feel him filling me, but it didn't feel like an endurance contest to get fucked. I reached down to his hands and brought them to my hips. He held me, pulling down slightly each time I hit bottom and thrusting up into me, finding those last few millimeters of depth. Soon, his hands began to wander. As I rode, he slid his hands up my sides. His fingers found my nipples. I groaned loudly as he dragged his thumbnails over the sensitive nubs. He pinched my nipples, not too hard, but enough that I yelped, and my ring clamped around his cock. He began to more gently roll them between his fingers. This brought my cock from pendulously full and scraping across his stomach to raging hard, bouncing in the air between us. He would add a firmer pinch at random intervals, causing my steady stream of moaning to deepen to a grunt.
His cock was amazing, and I knew it wouldn't last much longer. I reached down and started to jack myself off. Some guys struggled to cum with a cock in their ass, but I never did. And riding was my favorite position. I was determined to shoot a load all over his torso, pale skin now blushed rosy pink with exertion and lust, as he came deep within me.
"I'm close," he panted, bringing his hands back to my hips to give him leverage as he began to thrust into me as I bottomed out on him.
His voice was the last little bit of stimulation I needed. As he slid past my prostate one final time, I tipped over the edge. "I'm... cumming." My lower body clenched as I bucked, thrusting forward with two, three, four pulses of cum splatter across his belly. He held on tight, continuing to fuck through the spasms of my ass ring. As my fourth shot arced weakly to just below his navel, G thrust deep, driving into me. I felt his cock pulse deep within me and a warm jet within. His orgasm pushed out a final fifth dribble of cum from my cock.
Soon, we both came down from our climaxes. Carefully, I shifted off of him and dropped next to him, making sure that part of the bathrobe was between me and the bed.
He leaned over and gently kissed me. "Thank you."
"Thank you," I replied. "And about that lunch..." We both laughed, reveling in the post-coital glow.
I knew soon we would head out for a meal together. The conference was two more days. I was pretty sure that G and I would fuck a few more times in that period. But even though this was a mostly anonymous hook-up at a convention for people in anonymous twelve-step programs, I wondered if there was a potential for more.
"So, G, where are you from?"