This right here is my baby guys! It doesn't get the same introduction as the others stories because like I said it's my baby. I've been leaving bajillions of trails for me to follow, in this because I don't know exactly where I'm going with it, but I know it'll be a crazy ride, I've already started on the second installment so you may want to jump in with comments if you want to have say in it. Oh, and I don't know if I'm going to turn a deaf ear to you guys though, I mean because like I said, it's my baby. Tell me the bad parts yes, but don't be malicious. I like it, and I hope you will to. The twists I've made, and character development has been going crazy
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I ran my hand over my corn rolls, and then over my face,
"You look fine," Charles called. He was lying on the bed. I looked back at him, shook my head, and went back to the mirror, "So fine, that I wouldn't mind having another go," he picked up his watch.
"I have things to do Charles," I said before turning around. He sat up in the bed frowning,
"Please," I shook my head and walked across the room,
"I told you before, that's not a good look for you," he always was the clingy one.
"But I really-," I picked up my book bag,
"I don't want to hear it," I threw one more glance over the room, "I really do have to go," He stood from the bed in all his morning glory. It was a little tempting, so I turned away,
"You have the number," I opened the door, "and the money," I let the door close behind me. I pulled on a pair of shades as I made my way down the stairs. I never was one to take the elevator. In the lobby, the bellboy nodded and opened the door for me. The doorman outside nodded also, and hailed me a cab,
"So I'll see you next week?" He asked opening the door. Nodding, I slipped into the cab. "Have a safe trip," it was our weekly ritual. He closed the door, and hit the top of the car causing the cab to take off.
"Adrian!" Someone called from the back of the loft, "Is that you?"
"Yeah!" I tossed my shades onto the table. Erik appeared, clad in his birthday suit.
"Where were you last night?" He scratched his head, and followed me to my room,
"With Charles," I threw my book bag onto my bed and sat down in my swivel chair in front of my desk.
"All night?" I nodded, and rolled up to my mirror, and grabbed my comb.
"Yep," He frowned,
"That's never happened before has it?" I shook my head,
"Not with Charles at least," I popped the rubber bands off the bottoms of my corn rolls, "Can you help me with this?" Erik scratched his head and stretched, before shaking his head.
"So do you have anything else to do today?" I nodded and he turned around, showing me his little bubble butt,
"When?" He made his way out of my room,
"Dinner with Matt," he nodded,
"Will you be spending the whole night with him too?" I shook my head,
"Actually I have someone else at around ten, eleven," He popped his head back into my room,
"A regular?" I shook my head,
"I don't know the guy, but he sounded like he'd never done something like this before,"
"Oh really," Erik left the doorway and sat onto my bed,
"Yeah, and guess who gave him my number," he frowned before shrugging, "Jesse," his jaw dropped.
"No, not Jesse," He ran his hand over his head, "He's back in town?" It was my turn to shrug,
"I guess," I took out another comb and attacked the side of my head that I had already taken out, "You have his number right?" Erik looked at the ceiling, before disappearing down the hall,
"I think," I heard him mumble. He came back with his phone,
"Yeah, here's the number," he clicked a button, "It's one-,"
"I don't want to know it," I cut him of, starting on the second half of my head.
"Oh," he tossed the phone beside him, "So what are you going to do if Jesse is in the room when you get there?" I paused,
"I hadn't thought about that," shrugging, I said, "I won't have to do anything if he doesn't do anything," he nodded,
"True, will you make them pay more?" I nodded,
"If I have to have sex with both of them," he nodded,
"Well, you know Jesse, he's going to want to tape it," shaking my head I responded,
"He knows I don't do that," he shrugged,
"But you know he'll try," I pushed the hair out of my face,
"Yeah, he'll try but it won't work. I don't even think he'll be there," Erik shrugged,
"I don't know."
I smiled as Matt helped me out of the car, the ever gentlemen. He'd brought me to MonDae's an upscale gay restaurant. His hand found the small of my back and propelled me forward. We passed the line of people, and he took us to the front,
"Barletto," he said when asked for his name. The host checked his list, and ushered us to the back. Matt pulled out the seat for me,
"Thank you," I whispered. He sat down in front of me, and ordered our drinks,
"Did I tell you how nice you look?" he asked, his eyes scanning the menu,
"About three times," I smiled, it was expected. When he looked up, I was still smiling. He gave me a smile and went back to the menu. I turned my attention to the restaurant's setup. It was tastefully done; I smiled at the few glances I caught.
"Do you want chicken?" He asked, his eyes never leaving the menu,
"That will be fine," He wasn't really asking. We heard some voices from the first level of the room. The restaurant was divided into two sections, one for walk-ins, and another for reservations. The side for walk-ins was all on one floor, in the front of the restaurants. The one that we were on was in the back, but it was divided into three different floors. Each level cost more money to reserve.
The voices were coming from the first floor, but then again, that's where the entrance was. I looked down to find three guys, arguing. One of them looked like he was trying to get in, and the other two were trying to keep him out. They worked here. I caught a glimpse of the guy's face. It was Lee.
"Hey babe, can I be excused," He nodded, still looking at the menu. I started down the stairs, my shoes barely touching the steps. I was standing in front of him before he noticed me,
"Hey-," I grabbed his arm and pulled him back out of the reserved section, before he had a chance to get a hold of his wits. Pulling him out of the side door, I pushed him against the wall,
"What are you doing here?" His jaw dropped,
"I.. I," he began to stutter,
"You what?" My anger flared at the thought of him giving a stupid answer,
"Don't yell at me!" I knew he had a short fuse, "You're the one in there with someone else,"
"LEE! Don't be naive!" I ran my hand through my hair,
"Naivety has nothing to do with it," his voice was a menacing whisper, and he grabbed my arm, I looked down at his hand,
"What are you doing?" He blinked, looked at his own hand, and let my arm go,
"I'm sorry," he whispered. He looked at the sky, running his hand through his curls, "I just, I don't know"
"Lee,"
"I mean, when ever I get around you I just feel like-"
"Lee,"
"I don't know how to explain it,"
"Lee,"
"What?" He finally looked at me,
"Go home," I pulled the door to the restaurant back open, and went in.
The small heels of my boots clicked as I made my way across the hotel's lobby. With a quick glance at the elevator, I decided to take the stairs. It led to only the first floor, so I took the side stairwell to the fifteenth. The lady I smiled at threw an awkward smile back at me. I wouldn't blame her though; I had on a trench coat, hat, and shades, walking up the stairwell of a luxurious hotel.
I pushed open the door to the floor, and started down the hall. Finding the number the guy had given to me over the phone, I pushed the door open, because he'd said it'd be unlocked.
The room was medium sized, and had only one big bed. That was all we'd need. The T.V. clicked off as I stepped in. I pulled off the shades,
"Hi," my voice was crisp. I'd made sure to cinch my coat tight before leaving the loft. It was beige, a contrast to my caramel skin.
"Hey," the guy replied after looking me up and down. He had a robe on and was lying on top of the covers in the bed. I crossed the bedside table, and set the shades down. Pulling off my hat, I asked,
"You ever done something like this before?" he licked his lips and shook his head; I briefly wondered whether he was naked under the robe. Crossing to a chair and table, I loosened my belt and unbuttoned the coat. I had on a pair of skintight jeans, cowboy boots, and an unbuttoned plaid shirt. I'd heard a slight southern drawl and went out on a limb,
"Well just relax," I said turning around, revealing only a sliver of my chest and abs, because of the open shirt. I shrugged off the jacket. He shifted uncomfortably in the bed and then adjusted himself. I dropped the jacket on the chair. Smiling, I sat on the edge of the bed,
"Pretend we were dating or something if you wanna," I'd adopted the same southern drawl I'd heard over the phone. I undid my boots and felt him move on the bed, "What would you do if I was wearing this, and we were in this hotel, and were dating?" I let a boot drop to the ground,
"I don't know," he was about an inch from my ear, and his tongue brushed the hairs on my ear, a shiver ran through me. "what about something like this?" I felt his lips brush my neck, and then they planted, parted, and his tongue ran along my skin. The shivers flew. What can I say, I'm very ticklish. I turned my face and found his lips with mine,
"So what exactly were you saying you've never done?" I said pulling out of the kiss,
"I haven't paid for this, but don't worry, I'm not inexperienced in the sex part," He moved off of the bed, and I let the other boot drop. He gave me a little smile, untied his robe, and then shrugged it off. I had to take a second before looking over his body again. It was a body of one of the Greek statues, with the exception of the size of his cock. I've seen a good many bodies in my seventeen years, but I hadn't quite seen one like this.
"Like what you see?" He asked, he placed his hands on my chest and pushed me back, pushing my shirt apart, and off of me. I nodded. He slowly kissed me. Our lips met and then his parted, and his tongue licked my lips. My lips parted, and allowed him to explore around. He ground his crotch into mine, and I responded by rolling him over. I ground my jeans into him and lifted up. His cock began to get harder. I moved from his lips to his neck. I settled on his adams apple, and tweaked his nip with my roaming hand. It instantly became hard as I began rubbing it. I started on the other as I moved my mouth down. I settled on his collarbone, he moaned and rubbed his hands over my back. He attempted to slip his finger between the jeans, but they were a size 28 in the waist, the exact size of my waist. Pulling up, I allowed him to unfasten the jeans. He rolled me over and pulled the tight jeans all the way off, to reveal my briefs. They were tight as well.
I wrapped my arms around his back, and kissed him. He held himself up with one hand, and tried to slide his hand between the briefs and my body, while still kissing me. I felt his back muscles tense, and then felt him rip the underwear right off of my body. He pulled up, and looked into my eyes, I smiled. He moved off of the bed, and just stared at my body. I bit the tip of my fingertip, and smiled, showing my dimples. I put my left hand on my stomach and looked down at him, he licked his lips again.
"What's wrong?" I asked, as he stood there, just watching.
"I want to keep this image in my mind," he answered not moving. Slowly, he moved onto the bed. He had one knee and one arm on each side of me. Dipping his head down, he moved my hand out of the way with his nose, and kissed me. Something appeared to hit him and he pulled up once again. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Apparently he remembered the fact that he had only paid for two hours. Cursing he looked back down at me. He seemed to have a new vigor and intensity as he attacked my neck. I moaned, roaming my hands over his body. He began to grind into me. Gradually becoming harder, longer. I let one hand grip his tool, attempting to get a size. It was a medium sized girth, and I gave it a stroke, attempting to get the length. The kid was about seven inches. Seven solid inches of man. I pulled him into me, and rolled. I was glad he hadn't taken off my socks, because I'd stashed a condom there. Something I'd learned to do a while back. Some people can't keep it up long enough for me to maneuver across the room and find the condom, so I always wanted to be safe, rather than sorry.
Reaching down, I pulled the sock off my foot, and grabbed the condom. I straddled his thighs, gave him a smile, and ripped the package open with my teeth. I'd packed three sizes of condoms, and placed them in different socks, the large in one, and the other two in the other sock. Luckily, I grabbed the right one. He shot me a smile as i took the top of the condom in my mouth, bent down and rolled the rest down over his cock. It fit snugly. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, and fondled his balls.
I felt him run his hands over my hair. It was pulled back in a simple ponytail. He found the rubber band holding it back, and pulled, at it, making it snap, popping me in the head. I winced, and continued to go down on his cock. He pulled my hair making it go everywhere. He began letting his hands roam through my hair. I had noticed that was a fetish with some guys when they saw me with my hair out. I pulled off of his cock,
"Do you like my hair?" he smiled, his hands still embedded in my hair. I took that as a yes, and again sank on his cock. I ran my arms under his legs, and made him bend at the knee. He began to pump into my mouth. He moaned as I cupped his cheeks in my small hands. Pushing him up, I began to deep throat him. He moaned. He pushed all the way in until my nose was buried in his pubes. Placing his hands on the side of my head, he pulled me off of him, and up into a kiss. We rolled, putting him on top, and he smiled. He readjusted himself, and threw my legs over his shoulders. I placed my hand on his chest,
"What?" He whispered,
"Kind of dry aren't you?" I'd meant to grab the lube before the pants had come off, but that didn't happen. He nodded, and came off of me. Jumping off the bed, he looked around, I pointed at the jeans, and he retrieved the lube. When he turned around, noticed his butt wasn't all that big, my hands were just that small. It made me look at them. They were slender, but small, kind of feminine. I felt him grab my ankles, and looking down, I saw his smile. He pulled me down to the foot of the bed. Throwing my legs on his shoulders again, he lubed up my hole. He'd already lubed his cock when he grabbed the tube from my pants.
He positioned himself, and rammed himself in to the hilt. I gasped, as he grabbed my thighs with his massive hands. He began thrusting. The thrusts were quick and short. I flexed my legs, pulling his shoulders in. He let go of one of my legs, and grabbed my cock. He began stroking it slowly.
His balls slapped rhythmically against my butt. He slowed down his thrust, and made them longer. I reached up and tweaked his nips, making him moan. He bent down and kissed me, making it easier for my hands to roam. He was a pretty tall dude, so he had no problem bending down to my face. I wasn't short, but in no way was I tall, about five nine, maybe a little taller. He was over six foot.
I gripped his cock with my sphincter, and he moaned. His thrusts became less measured, he wasn't going to last much longer. I began to moan, and talk dirty to him. I tweaked his nips again, and felt him explode inside of me. He started moaning, and letting out weird orgasmic noises.