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The Pickup
It was a beautiful summer night. The temperature was somewhere in the upper seventies. Soft breezes were blowing. It was one of those evenings that made you happy to be alive. Beautiful young men were milling about at every corner, and in front of every bar. The air was enchanting; made for love. It was the kind of night Shakespeare must have had in mind when he wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Mikey was strolling slowly along the street, in the heart of the city's gay section. He was enjoying the sight of the buff young bodies, and in turn, plenty of guys were ogling him. He was a very beautiful twenty-five-year-old man. He stood 5'11" and his body bulged with muscles from steady workouts at the gym. His hair was curly and ash blond. It always looked unkempt, because he couldn't keep the curls from looking any way but wild. His eyes were sky blue, his nose and his chin were chiseled like some statue. He always used a little too much after shave, and so he always smelled pretty, long after other men's after shaves had worn off. For the moment, only Jordie knew that Mikey was five flaccid, thick inches of uncut cock. It grew to eight inches when he was aroused, and a good half inch longer when he was at the blowing point.
Mikey hadn't cruised for almost two years now, but tonight he was going to take revenge, and in the process, he intended to have a glorious time. He made eye contact with several men, who smiled seductively at him, but the chemistry wasn't there yet. Mikey vowed to be patient, even if his quest took several nights. He was looking for the perfect guy to have sex with. Mikey was just off a bad breakup, and wanted to prove that he could do better than Jordie.
He and Jordie had been living together for two years. When they made love, it was unbeatable. Fireworks and sky rockets blew them away. But out of bed, they fought all the time. Everything Mikey did annoyed Jordie, and vice-versa. Every time they had a fight, Jordie would disappear for a couple of days, but he always came back, and they would kiss, and everything would be all right for a little while. Mikey knew that he went off to be with other men, but he always forgave him. One time he learned that Jordie spent a few days with a woman. He even forgave him for that. His love for Jordie was so intense, Mikey could forgive Jordie for any indiscretion.
But several weeks ago things were different. They had a big fight about something or other. It doesn't matter what. They fought about everything. In the heat of the fight, Jordie packed two suitcases, and when there was no more room in them, he threw the rest of his stuff onto the back seat of his car. Mikey pretended to pay no attention, but when Jordie packed his toiletries, Mikey panicked.
"Where are you going?" he asked quietly.
"Far away from you," Jordie answered, and when his car was stuffed full, he threw his apartment keys on the kitchen table, and said, "This is it, I'm out of here. Good-bye, good luck, and have a good life."
And just like that, he was gone, slamming the apartment door as he left. Mikey brooded for several weeks, but one Saturday night, he made a decision. He was going to find the handsomest young man he could, and have sex with him, so he could say to Jordie, "Fuck you. Who needs you? I'm desirable, and I'll do very well without you."
He didn't know how he would take such sweet revenge, except if they ran into each other in some bar, and he had a handsome dude hanging all over him. The gay community in his city was quite large. Even so, he knew that word would get out to Jordie.
And then it happened.
Mikey was passing by the entrance to a bar, and some guy came tumbling out. He was so drunk, he couldn't stay balanced, and he fell right on to Mikey, knocking them both to the ground. Mikey wanted to bump into somebody, but he never meant it to be so literal. Mikey stood up first, and then helped the man to his feet.
The drunkard was very seedy looking, but he was clean shaven, and Mikey thought that he was very handsome. When he stood up, he seemed to be about the same age as Mikey, and an inch taller, but unlike him, the man was dark. His hair was straight and black, and fell to his ears. He had an olive complexion, but his eyes were blue. It gave the man a striking exotic appearance, especially since his black lashes were extra-long. The chemistry Mikey was looking for, hit him right between his eyes, and travelled down to his excited cock. The man looked at Mikey with glazed eyes.
"You shouldn't drink anymore tonight," Mikey said in his best Mother Hen manner. "You should go home."
"Okay if you insist," the handsome man slurred. "Can you help me find my car?"
"Come with me, "Mikey said. "You're in no condition to drive. What's your name?"
"Paul," the man managed to say, and then he slumped in Mikey's arms. Mikey half walked, half dragged Paul to his car. With great effort he got him into the passenger seat, and buckled him in.
"Where are we going?" Paul asked in a lucid moment. He was out like a light a second later, and Mikey didn't bother to answer him.
Mikey could have looked in Paul's wallet, and found out where he lived, but Paul had heated up his libido. He decided to take Paul home with him, and sober him up.
Mikey somehow managed to drag Paul out of the car, and to the elevator, which would take them to his third floor apartment. He got Paul into a kitchen chair, and could only pray that the half asleep man wouldn't topple over.
"I'm making us coffee," Mikey said. "Hopefully that will help get you sober and awake. After that, I'll put you in the shower, and run the water as cold as you can bear it. That should do the trick."
Paul nodded his head, so Mikey knew that he was slightly aware of his situation, even if he appeared to be totally out of it. Paul even managed not to fall out of the kitchen chair while Mikey was busy. It was tough going, but somehow Mikey got a few sips of black coffee into him. He then dragged Paul into the bedroom. Without any help from Mikey, Paul fell onto the bed, and surrendered to sleep. He was lying on top of the covers.
"Not yet," Mikey said. "I'm getting you into the shower, before I let you sleep in my bed."
Paul was dozing in a fetal position. Mikey rolled him over on his back, and spread his legs. He undressed Paul, one article of clothing at a time. When Paul was naked, Mikey took a moment to admire his body. Paul wasn't as muscular as he was, but he was plenty solid. Mikey gasped when he saw Paul's cock. Every cock Mikey had ever seen was smaller than his, but not Paul's. Paul matched him in size. He might even have been a bit bigger. The only difference between them was that Paul was circumcised.
Mikey had designs on that rod, but he controlled himself. He undressed, and was as naked as Paul. He took hold of Paul's hands and sat him up. Then he pulled him off the bed, stood him up, and dragged him into the bathroom. He sat Paul down on the toilet seat, and prayed he wouldn't fall off, while he opened the taps in the shower, and got the water temperature much cooler than he liked. He figured a cold shower would be good for Paul.
Paul stood limp in the shower, and Mikey had to support him. Paul was clean, but he smelled sweaty. Mikey figured that it was all that booze finding its way through his pores. Mikey soaped up most of Paul's body. He hesitated for a moment, and then began to soap his cock and balls. Paul started to get hard, and Mikey continued to fondle him. When he was completely hard, and Mikey determined that he was indeed bigger than he was, he stopped fondling him, and let the running water rinse him off.
Mikey shut the taps, and helped Paul out of the shower. He was a lot more alert now, and drying him with a towel was a lot easier. When they were both dry, Mikey said come with me. Paul followed obediently. Mikey pulled down the covers. When Paul saw the inviting bed, Mikey didn't have to tell him a thing. He collapsed on one side of the bed.
Then he said the strangest thing. "Aren't you coming to bed, Allen? I'm too tired tonight for fucking. I'll get you in the morning." He fell fast asleep. When Mikey got into bed next to him. It was Paul who hunkered up to him, and laid his hand on Mikey's cock. Still Mikey restrained himself. He fell asleep also, and dreamt that Jordie was fondling him.
Paul woke up first. He was sober, but he had a terrible hangover. Everything was blurry. He tried to focus, but he was having a difficult time. Eventually he realized that he was not alone in bed. A handsome dude, a very handsome dude, was lying naked next to him, and he was naked also. He racked his brain, trying to recall if he and this guy had sex the night before. The last thing he remembered before waking up this morning, was ordering a bourbon and branch water, and the bartender telling him, he shouldn't drink anymore.
He was totally disoriented, but he was aware enough to want to find his clothes, and go home. Now he had a new dilemma. Where was he, where was his car, and how far from home was he? He had to get dressed and wait for this guy to wake up. He needed his help.
He found his clothes on the floor, but so were the other dude's clothes. He carefully separated them, but before dressing he realized that he had to pee. He spotted the bathroom, and peed like a waterfall. When he was finished, he hesitated before flushing. The noise might wake the sleeping beauty. In the end, he flushed the toilet. He decided that he wanted to wake up the naked man to get some answers, but Mikey continued to sleep.
Not knowing what else to do, Paul got back into bed. This time Mikey hunkered up to him.
"Let's fuck, Jordie" Mikey said.
"I'd love to, but I have a terrible headache and my stomach feels all screwed up."
Mikey sat bolt upright in bed. The dude lying next to him was not Jordie, and he was naked. Quickly, he remembered the events of last night, and bringing Paul home.
"Hi Paul," Mikey said. "I guess you're not feeling so good this morning. Some tomato juice and a fresh pot of coffee should help you out a lot."
"Yes," Paul said. "That sounds really good. After that would you drive me to my car. I should be getting home, and not bothering you anymore."
"Do you remember where your car is? Last night you didn't remember where it was, but I wouldn't have let you drive anyway. And for what it's worth, you aren't bothering me at all." Mikey smiled at Paul. His beautiful white teeth sparkled in the sunshine, and captivated his guest."
"I'm really sorry about last night," Paul said. "I don't usually drink at all, but I was trying to drown my sorrows. My boyfriend walked out on me a few weeks ago. He and his new boyfriend took an apartment in my building, and I keep running into him. He smiles at me, but I won't even acknowledge that he exists. I realize now that drinking was a bad way to try to erase Allen from my mind."
"Now hear this," Mikey laughed sardonically. "My boyfriend did the same thing to me a few weeks ago. I was walking the streets trying to pick up an Adonis to show the prick that I didn't need him."
"Sorry I spoiled your plans," Paul said wistfully. "I guess we both screwed up last night."
"Au contraire, my handsome bed mate." Mikey said, trying to be cute. "My Adonis fell right into me last night, and I literally picked him up."
"Wow, so you think I'm an Adonis."
"You betcha," Handsome," Mikey said.
"This is incredible," Paul said.
"What's incredible?"
Paul smiled slyly and said, "Well, we've been naked in bed together since last night and we haven't had sex yet. My will power is weakening. How about yours?" That having been said, Paul pointed to his erection, which prompted Mikey to show him his. Paul was just as overwhelmed by Mikey's monster as Mikey had been about his.
"It's nothing but morning woodies," Mikey said. "Let's piss, and then I desperately need that coffee. We need to talk about the situation we find ourselves in. Just promise me, you won't run away."
"I promise."
They went to the bathroom together, and positioned themselves to cross swords. It was difficult to pee at first, but as they started to flow, there erections softened, and they were able to empty their bladders easily.
"If I'm sticking around for a while, do you think I could borrow a toothbrush?" Paul asked.
"Sure. I don't have a new one, but my boyfriend, Jordie, left his tooth brush behind. He was so anxious to get out of here, it was the only thing he missed taking with him. I didn't have the heart to throw it out. Maybe I thought he might come back. You can use that one or double up on mine. I wouldn't mind."
Paul stood looking at Mikey, as if he was in a trance. Mikey thought that he had somehow gone back to being as drunk as last night.
"What's wrong?" Mikey asked.
"Your boyfriend's name is Jordie, Jordan? What's his last name?"
"Richards. Why are you asking."
"What are the odds?" Paul murmured."
"The odds of what?" Mikey asked.
"My boyfriend, or I should say, my ex-boyfriend, moved in with a guy named Jordan Richards. After they moved into my building, I checked the names on their mailbox."
"Describe Jordie to me, please," Mikey asked. Paul described him to a `T' right down to the dimples on his cheeks.
"Does it change things between us?" Mikey asked. "I'm very attracted to you. Can we get past how we met?"
"As far as I'm concerned," Paul said, "we were introduced by a mutual friend, who thought we would hit it off.'
Still naked, the two men embraced. Their pricks were hard again, and they crushed them together. "Let's have that coffee, brush our teeth, and get back into bed. It's Sunday. We have all day," Mikey said seductively.
"I hope that doesn't mean this ends at sundown, and my coach turns into a pumpkin," Paul said.
"Au contraire," Mikey said again. He loved that French phrase. "If by this, you mean a relationship between us, it doesn't end at sundown, it begins. Do you want to have a go at it, and see where we end up?"
"As far as I'm concerned," Paul said, "Allen is a distant memory."
"I don't even remember Jordie anymore."
Mikey made fresh coffee, and defrosted a couple of bagels. They didn't speak during breakfast, but they kept smiling at each other. After breakfast, they brushed their teeth. Paul used the toothbrush Jordie had left behind.
They jumped into bed, and instinctively assumed a sixty-nine position, but after a few strokes, Paul pulled away. "Let me do you, and then you can do me," he said. I want to give you all my attention, and all the pleasure I can muster up for you."
"I like the way you think," Mikey said. "I was never a big fan of sixty-nine."
They went back and forth sucking each other's cocks. They would bring the other to the edge, and then stop, and switch. Finally, Paul said, "It's time.
Mikey reached into a drawer in his nightstand and took out a tube of lube, and some condoms. He and Jordie used condoms because Jordie wasn't faithful.
"Fuck me first," Paul begged. Mikey rolled the condom down his pulsating cock, lubed it and lubed Paul's ass. He wanted to begin his entry in the missionary position, but Paul rolled over and got on his knees. "I like it doggie style," he said.
It makes me feel like I have no say in the matter, and I have turned over control to Al... my partner. I find that sexy."
"Happy to oblige," Mikey said, "but when you fuck me, I want to see your face when you cum."
"Happy to oblige," Paul mimicked Mikey.
Mikey entered Paul, and began to pump. When he did, they both had the same feeling. Love has never been this good before.
They made love almost every night after that, but usually in Mikey's apartment. Neither of them wanted to run into their former lovers. Mikey had once wanted to flaunt a new lover in Jordie's face, but he had long ago changed his mind.
When the lease was up on Paul's apartment. He moved into Mikey's. They had occasional lover's spats, but their household was happy and serene. Theirs was the beginning of a long and happy relationship. Two years after they met, they were married. All their friends were at the reception, except Allen and Jordie. They had long since broken up, and neither Mikey nor Paul knew where they were, nor did they care.