"Prettier at Closing Time" BY Justin Balancier
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Evan opened his eyes widely, with an endless sigh and staring into space, he threw back the sheet, lying still in an attempt to have for himself, a moment in time.
Resting, as if lost in a dream, a stranger sprawled naked from the waist up gurgling breathing noises, laid asleep next to him.
It was not arousing to "Wow," what a sticky feeling – no, not at all. Waking up was merely staying in the moment, for just a moment, as if the world, being stunningly deceptive, started this morning.
"Who was this guy?"
Evan trying to recall the previous evening merely trickled through his brain. His mind was too "hung over," and far from a ray of sunshine, to make sense of anything. He surly could not click his heels and say, "Get the hell out of here," it didn't work that way.
Evan recalled how the particular vice, of vodka and tonic, at a gay pub, converted him into a major man-whore not fussy what so ever. Could it be true, that folks get prettier at closing time? If there is lust here, it is in the details, even though Evan could not remember getting home last evening. He understood the game like a pro. Now, he had to play the part with Pollyanna over there pretending to be asleep.
"How are you this morning?" mumbled a man's voice from Evan's bed after lowering the sheet exposing his face. I have no idea what else, I should say."
"I'm okay; did you bring me home last night? My memory, after leaving the bar, is not great. Overindulging did it, for sure."
"You fell into me going out the door, and I couldn't' leave you on the sidewalk. I knew your name was Evan, and Sonny, the bartender, told me where you lived. I drove you home and put you to bed. Don't worry, nothing happened."
"You're naked!"
"No, not naked; you pulled my shirt off getting you into bed. You must have thought I was your boyfriend, trying to remove my clothes; only I don't play that way. I rested, but fell asleep until just now. I have to be going, what time is it?"
It was evident that daylight poured through the windowpane, but without sunshine. It was going to be a cloudy day.
"It's still early morning," replied Evan feeling foolish and lacking confidence to continue. "The fact is" he managed to say - "drinking that much was a mistake."
"Don't worry about it. Never let the facts get in the way of a good mistake. You're home; you're safe and not molested. Got to admit however, it was tempting, you are a sexy dude – great package."
"I forgot your name," admitted Evan slipping his faded jeans on over an impressive bulge. He slept in his underwear.
"I didn't say, at least where you would remember. My name is Parker.
He stood up fully clothed except for a bare chest. His tee shirt thrown on the floor, by a drunken Evan, however, Parker still had on his pants.
"Gotta take a wicked piss – which way?" he asked.
Evan gave Parker a strong gaydar look seeing the man was decent. Decent being a breed of lust, with little or no perspective, on his agenda. At least it seemed that way.
Parker was firm with a rock hard body. If the rest of him was as meaningful as his chest, Evan wanted to be stuck on repeat, only this time cold sober. He no longer felt critter-shy needing to apologize for imbibing a snoot full of vodka.
It was tricky telling how old he was, however that didn't matter. Parker's good looking all together body, and sexy way of talking, was a given. Evan watched him walking to the bathroom. Oh, what a little morning light can do to a hungry man? - Who knew the rewards from falling?
"Whew, I feel better, nothing like hitting the head first thing in the morning. I have to be going."
"How about breakfast? That's the least I can do," said Evan heading towards the kitchen.
"Nope – not necessary!"
"At least – coffee, no trouble making coffee."
"Nope."
"Can I see you sometime?" asked Evan.
"You're seeing me now? What do you expect from me? Perhaps your perky pooper wants to be fucked. Is that it?"
"You do have a way with words, nice talk! It's been lovely. I'm in need of some rest, so I'll say `thanks' once again and lie down for a while."
Evan open the door as the two of them stared quietly at one another. It felt strange and Evan wasn't sure how to judge Parker – so he didn't.
They were categorically strangers, both on the road to lonely, after losing an opportunity that never materialized.
Evan closed the door behind Parker, walking towards the kitchen and the aroma of fresh brewed coffee. "Whew, I get them all!" he muttered to himself.
The doorbell rang almost immediately. Evan opened the door and Parker stood looking at him like a little boy searching for his mommy.
"I forgot something." He said in a low deep voice mumbling the three words sounding like velvet. He was far from being a little boy, his mannerism changed instantly, much to Evan's surprise.
He gently touched Evan's face pulling him closer into his body, then kissing him on the lips with a weak sigh. The kiss was somewhat unexpected but welcomed by Evan blinking in a daze of suspicion. It was either a dream or a nightmare, but Evan felt his self-control slowly dissolving as Parker held him in his arms like a precious newborn.
"You didn't think I could leave just like that, did you?"
"Well yeah, that is what you said."
"I should, but I can't - not yet. I watched you sleeping for hours wanting to take off your underwear, but it had to be something you wanted too."
A burst of unexplained need swept over Evan like winning a lottery. In the short time he spent talking to Parker, it was now his chance to be amazing.
Amazing was an asset for Evan, something only his closest friends realized. He downplayed his gayness trying to be cool and just one of the boys. He was just that, in control of his own destiny, however pleasingly good, at wrinkling the sheets, it was time to be fabulous. That concerned him a great deal, but nothing he could not handle.
Parker was an astonishing person, maybe more so, than Evan was. He knew the correct way to talk, to move, touch, and feel. The man was a smooth talker; there was no getting around it.
"I can't believe what just happened," sighed Evan with his legs pressed into Parker's thigh. He could smell mouthwash on Parkers breath as he touched his lips, kissing him sweetly, and almost girlish imitating a movie queen. Each of them while in the bathroom, brushed their teeth and used mouthwash. How coincidental is that?
"You're trained," he said to Evan. "You knew after a night of drinking, chances were, I was going to kiss you."
"Strange you should say that. I see you did the same thing. What made you think, I was going to kiss you back?"
"I know because I'm the man you want. It took me a while to figure the way you think. I may be wrong, but the gamble may be worth it.
"Okay."
"That's it – just okay?"
"You're the gambler," quoted Evan touching Parker' swollen crotch with his one free hand. The other hand manipulating the cheeks of Parker's ass.
The man, built like yesterday's dinner, just was not fair to be so talented. Evan recognized awesome, was only moments away.
It all sounds a bit injudicious and reckless in a designing way, but Evan liked it. He compared Parker to a Christmas present, a toy, full of surprises that needed to be unwrapped and played with until dawn.
Parker put his arms around Evan's butt, pulling his body into his warm crotch. He needed to make contact with the commanding bulge between Evans' legs. It was typical gay behavior, and oh, so good.
Evan loved it. The attention that Parker was giving him didn't make a great deal of sense. Well, that is not correct! Yes, it made an abundance of sense; Parker became Evan's hook up. The cutesy gyrating of their bodies harmoniously connecting as contacts meant a journey to the bedroom undeniable.
They were in the bedroom standing beside the bed, removing one piece of clothing at a time. It seemed a little silly to Evan who just wanted to get on with it. However, Parker was making their togetherness erotic. At least, he believed he was.
Evan kept getting warmer then hotter, facing the unknown. For a young man who assumed he knew everything, was seeing erotica in a strange way. He only wanted to get down hot and dirty, and cum like a thundering bull.
"I like seeing things as they really are," confessed Parker, pulling the tee shirt off over Evan's head. Your body is meant for somebody like me, don't spoil it."
"If you like seeing things as they really are, then, let me help you," whispered Evan, sharing a sexual secret worth knowing.
He removed every bit of clothing then stretched, rotating his ass, while flopping a luscious well-endowed dick with locker room balls, ripe with semen. His smooth boyish butt, with sturdy cheeks covering a hairy twitching hole, was on view for Parker to see. "I'm not bashful," he echoed looking at Parker, who already was naked.
"You impress me," a wide-eyed Parker announced. "I have something, beefy for you to work with. Think you can handle me?" He whispered lowering Evan on to the bed.
"Once I get moving I tend to be greedy, that is the only way to be. However, you can do it all back to me"
"You can count on it. Spread my legs Parker, I'll risk it," begged Evan.
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