The Look, a Short Story
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This story is dedicated to the kid.
I noticed him immediately. Young. 18, maybe a little younger. He was one of those young men that has an angelic face, slim in body, but seems like an adult. No way was he 19, but his age did not really matter. He was ideal. He was trying to make eye contact, but I ignored him. You see, I was an expert when it came to sending a guy signals. I had started in high school when I was 15. Now, as I approached 30, I not only knew every signal there was to know, I could tell who was going to send me a signal before they did. You might say my Gaydar was spot on.
I model for a large agency in Chicago. I work all over the world, and do every media. At 6'2 my best features are my eyes which are bluish green, and my lips which women love. And, my frame is such that I carry my clothes well. And (doubled "and"), a great perk is that when I model really high-end clothes, sometimes I get to keep then, or they are sold to me at pennies on the dollar. The net net is that I am always dresses really well, and look dam good. Women flock to me and I could, emphasis on the "could", fuck any of them I wanted, but my propensity is for men.
Men of all shapes, sizes, color, ages. And when I say men I do not mean males. Boys are not my thing. I want some maturity. Guys have to be able to understand that I am in the closet with lots to lose, and protecting my deepest, darkest secret is the prime objective. I have mated with men as old as 60, and as young as 20. This young man would be my youngest, I just wanted to entice him. What am I saying: I needed to entice him!
I sat where he could have a clear line of site to me, and therefore be able to make eye contact, only I didn't, I watched him in a mirror where I could see his reflection and was prepared to move quickly if he began to lose interest. Only he didn't. He kept waiting for me to look his way so that he could meet my eyes and let me know he liked me. However, I did not want like, I wanted passion. The kind of passion two men developed when there is anticipation, desire, heat. My strategy was to reel him in, and fuck him. Really fuck him.
The building had two doors as do most entrances in the Midwest to protect against the severe cold. I positioned myself in the little area between the doors and waited till he came out. I surprised him as he stopped short when he saw me, and it was then I said, "You dropped this.", and handed him my business card. I was standing so close to him it would have been possible to wrap an arm around him and pull him in to kiss him, only all I did was smile. You would have thought I had handed him a $100.00 bill. He got this big grin on his face and actually said, "Yea, yea.".
The next day I got a text: <Hi.> I texted him back: <Yesterday?> Another text: I texted: <Tonight same place back lot 9PM?> I got a single letter:
I went home at that very moment, napped, showered, put on some gym short, no briefs, and a tank-top tee, and then stopped into a diner for dinner across from the meeting spot. When I walked into the diner he was there, at a table, alone. He was just as surprised to see as I was him. I sat at a table next to his. The tables were very close together, but we did not speak. Eye contact was all that was made. Eye contact that we made constantly and held for just seconds. I was so hard it worried me someone might noticed. I know he did for he looked down at my lap, and smiled. I wondered if he knew he was going to take the entire hard-on up his ass. We made one last contact with our eyes and he gave me the look. He knew.
He was already eating, and so I ordered soup. I finished quickly, paid, and walked out and waited. He came and this time we smiled and said hi, and then crossed to the lot where I had parked. My car was at the end of the lot at the back of the building where we had met the night before, where the lighted barely reached it. We did not say a word, and when we got to my car I unlocked it and opened the back door for him. He climbed in and I got in behind him. He started to speak but I stopped him by pulling him to me and kissing him. It was a long and deep kiss. The second kiss he leaned into me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I let him. We Frenched kissed and I gently rubbed his hair. He groped me. I whispered into his ear to relax and to let me pleased him. He stopped kissing me and touching me. I bit his ear lobe, kissed his neck, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest. I took his shirt off, and undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and I pulled them off. Next I took off his briefs, kissing him all over his chest and stomach while I did so. I could feel his erection hitting up against my stomach, but I did not touch it.
This time when I whispered in his ear, I told him to undress me as I licked the inside of his ear and leaned away. He pulled off my tee, and then my gym shorts, and just like that I was nude too. He went down on me. I let him suck me for a few minutes and then started to give him simple directions, and he followed them. I ask him to kiss my cock head, and lick my rod and balls. Then I had suck my dick without his hand touching my rod, and so he used his hands on my chest. Deepthroat me I said and damn if he did not take the entire cock in his mouth and held it, for the longest time. I felt his throat muscle convulse and his mouth all around my cock seemed to want to swallow my cock down his throat.
But we were not there for a blowjob. I pushed him back onto his back and positioned myself between his legs, kissing each knee in turn as I passed on my way to his chest. I licked than bit his nipple, and I heard him moan. I got my cock head aiming right as his asshole, right at his opening as I got very close to his ear. I was breathing hard and he was hearing my breathing clearly. I did not push my cock into him so much as he moved his asshole onto my dick. The head slipped in. We moved slowly in synch against each other and I felt my cock going deeper and deeper into his ass. He made a little sound that told me it was hurting him, and I loved that. He was so tight. We made eye contact and he had that look. I fucked him, I fucked him really fast and well.