"Prettier at Closing Time"
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Part 3
The door closed and this time Parker was gone, really gone, probably never to return. That was fine with Evan – just fine.
"I get a dude here and there, but I don't wear anybody's brand. Parker is something else, however there are other men just like him," babbled Evan aloud to an empty room.
Parker puts male flesh in the center of his dreams feeling awkward later, or some such thing. I'm telling myself – Evan, ole boy, you really get them all."
"My wife wouldn't like it – my wife wouldn't like it, - of course she wouldn't, but he did. Good grief! Isn't that noble, caring for what she thinks?"
The sun still rises and a learning process is just that – "a process." Evan remembered an attractive mature stud who once told him at age seventeen. "Buddy, just go with the flow, we are surrounded by jack asses, and you will find your share." Then he would give Evan a blowjob, eat his ass, and fuck him for twenty minutes straight.
Evan was barely twenty-five years old when he moved from Texas to Phoenix. He intended to be a Spanish language instructor, but that didn't work well, even after attending the University of Texas at Austin.
In Austin, he regularly fucked an older married male student, until unwanted gossip hit the fan. Those days are behind him now. Although he still has an attraction to married men, and secretly likes plugging their hairy holes, with dick or tongue, not being fussy. Savoring movements of warm flesh is, `amazing,' and once Evan became good at it there was no stopping him.
Being a stud himself, gay, but still a stud, sometimes married men feeling safe around Evan, got pecker poked, when it was not their thing. They went away, not angry with anybody, but just away.
Evan felt gleefully tired, but knew there was more to come, than last evening's drunken episode with Parker. He sprawled out on the living room sofa for a quick twenty-minute nap. He could shut out the world that way, only to begin anew.
Nearly two hour later, he awakens by the melody of an incoming phone message from a flamboyant, but painfully sexy, hookup, named Charles. He uses the name, "Chip or Chipper," depending on how gay he feels. Chipper contacts Evan frequently looking for sex.
Chip's parents are from India. Charles their first-born turned twenty last May. Already a star, but only in his mind, his satin brown body with skin you love to touch is sultry. With a melon smooth caramel butt having no flaws – absolutely none, pretty much says it all. His dick is small however; size means nothing to a star, when you are good doing everything else.
Chipper with a young sexy body, dresses like a faggot. He wears crazy looking pants, clunky raised heel shoes, and girlish shirts. He likes having jewelry or a ribbon clipped around his neck, with something sparkly.
He must have watched scores old Mae West movies portraying a gaudy style, and a passion for sex. In any regard, Chipper is a glorious fuck. He spreads his cheeks and Evan's husky cock slides right in with no muss- no fuss, just a wonderful ride. One might say, "The best." He can swallow cock and syphon cum, never using his hands. His mouth possesses an amazing talent for going after bulges and cock.
"You sound a little weird, did I call at a bad time?" asked Chip.
"No-no, nothing like that I was taking a nap. It's not a problem – what's up?"
Pause - only silence.
"So good buddy, what's up?" repeated Evan.
"I have a surprise for you, something I want you to see."
"What kind of surprise?" asked Evan, beginning to wonder what the `lady in waiting,' is up to now?
"I'm about half-hour from your house, in case you are making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch," giggled Chip.
"I'll wait `till you get here, and we can grill them together." "Okay lunch is on you, and the rest of the day, you can be on me."
"Now, that's a good deal. I know what you love," laughed Evan clicking off the phone and stretching his back in order to limber up.
Evan took a warm shower putting on clean clothes but without underwear. He walked around the kitchen barefoot. His tee shirt pulled tight across his broad chest. The jeans he wore were tight, forcing his cock and balls to bulge at first glance. He knew that Chipper was fixated on bulges, so he gave him something to look at for an entrée. He loved playing the "BUTCH" character, and had the husky body to do it willingly.
Chipper was Evan's "Bitch," and liked being fucked imitating a Hollywood whore, ready for a close-up scene. It was beautiful how nasty they could be together.
The various times Chipper came to see Evan he never rang the doorbell. He simply tapped. He had his own way of being different.
On a trip to India, in December, of last year, Chip read a book, to pass the time, on past century poems. "The Raven," by Edgar Allan Poe. He had difficulty understanding the literary content however, the mysterious tapping at the door, he thought - "Cool." He enjoyed being dramatic. A bit of a Raven himself, he would tap and Evan knew from the tapping, just who was there.
Tap, tap – tap!
Evan walked to the door talking aloud and being silly. "I declare, Miss Scarlet, I do believe there is one of them Yankees coming to take advantage of little ole me." – AND, he opened the door.
The surprise that Chipper spoke about earlier, needed no explanation.
"Hello my good man. Are you the resident of this posh abode?"
It was chip, there was no doubting that, but with a difference that nobody expected. The weird clothing, homo heel shoes, the fandango frilly shirt, and the neck choker with sparkly glass were GONE. Everything he usually wore was gone. He looked so different.
Chip was wearing jeans, with construction boots. The jeans showed off his body handsomely, outlined in denim. A denim blue work shirt, with no jewelry, was masculine looking on his slim frame. The rings, adorning his fingers, (all five of them) were also gone. His hair was styled as a man's haircut and he wore a cap on his head.
Chip was of Indian descent however, he looked Latino, but not a pumped up stud from the gym - not at all; simply erotically handsome and sexy.
"Well – say something," Chip said to Evan who did nothing but stare at him.
"Give me a moment while gather up some adjectives in my head. Chip stepped inside and the door closed behind him.
Evan never said much; instead, he began a kissing frenzy leaning this hot creature gently against the closed door.
The few times they got together in the past, Evan never kiss him. He only wanted to fuck him. However, this time was different. Chip's body was that of a young tender twenty year old with silky brown skin.
Evan picked him up and carried him to the bedroom. His cap fell off, but nobody noticed. Chipper, nestled his face in Evan's neck kissing him.
Once on the bed, Chip became the aggressor and had Evan naked in minutes. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. Chip became ready so quickly that Evan barely detected the clothes coming off.
Chipper took a deep swallow of Evan's cock. It's amazing how well that thing slid down his throat without gagging. That alone would be enough, but, oh no, he wanted more. Chip straddled Evan's cock wet with spit. It slid right into his body, through a hungry amazingly tight hole.
Now, the talking began. Neither of them wanted to be quiet any longer.
"You are packing my hole with cock. You like that, don't you?"
"You're a whore!"
"I'm your whore, are you going to make me eat it" mumbled Chipper overwhelming excited, and breathing hard. "Fuck that hole" he begged Evan.
Evan was doing what he loved best. Some people are born to sing and dance. He was born to fuck, and Chip was the gay whore he wanted. He was not boyfriend material, at least not for Evan, just a great piece of ass, and that is close enough.
"Your new look is hot. Don't wear that other queer shit. Stay a man, not a sissy fruitcake. It turns me on, and I want to plug your ass, till neither of us can walk straight," growled Evan.
He fucked Chip, on his back, on his front, with legs on his shoulders, fucked him riding his cock, on his side and standing up He finally dragged his ass off the bed and shot his butt full of cum face down lying on the floor.
Chipper fired off his four-inch pecker and white creamy cum covered his dark meat as Evan lifted him back on to the bed.
"Want that Indian cream?" asked Chip.
"You know damn well I do," replied Evan eyeing Chips sticky crotch. Evan loved, truly loved, cum from Indian men. They taste excellent. He had only been with a few of them, but everyone had excellent cum. So yeah, of course he wanted it, and licked his dark balls clean of its curry cum.
"I wish my cock was bigger," said Chip, licking his own cum from Evan's lips.
"You are perfect just the way you are. So good in bed and your cock does its job. You are fuckin delicious.
"I save myself and then I call you, so I can be your whore. I like doing that." "Between us, a whore is just talking sex, a fantasy. Did you forget something?" Evan remarked looking at his messy still wet cock going soft.
"I didn't forget."
Chip curled between Evan's legs, so he could lick him clean using his tongue as a washcloth. His crotch fur had spent cum and sticky ass juice. It was also on his cock that Chip eagerly licked away without the slightest hesitation. Wow, what a good whore this boy was for Evan.
He licked, sucked on Evan's balls and back again to his cock sucking and swallowing it like only Chipper knew how to do.
Evan's cock woke up with a renewed vigor wanting to cum again. Chip knew he was going for load number two. Evan's balls managed a quick recovery and could produce a couple of loads, sometimes even three.
There was more for Chipper to do with him, before this day would be over.
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