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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Joshua Taylor
Everything's been going well the week or so since our argument, and I start to settle back into our boring routine again. But fuck I need to find some frigging adventure in my life. I just have to be careful. My father always says you should never shit on your own doorstep. I now see what he means.
Stacey came up with a great plan though, suggesting that instead of me coming up with excuses to go out, I should get one night a week and spend it with some of my friends from the mall. According to her, I could go watch a movie or just hang out at the mall after work, like I'm some stupid teenager or something. I liked the idea and noticed that she didn't call it a "boys' night out." Probably thought that would imply something.
I smirk to myself. How naïve she is...
Well, tonight is the first night, since our discussion, that I'm heading out and I've been planning it for a few days now. I'll go and watch a movie and then go to a bar close to home. For my own sanity, I think I should stay clear of the dancing. When I decide to do so in the future, I'll make sure it's not within a five-mile radius of anyone I know and definitely not a gay club.
I get to the multiplex and the same little shit is manning the box-office.
Like before, I ask him for any suggestions and he points at some sci-fi film poster.
Why not? I think.
I stand in line to get some popcorn and soda. Suddenly, I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turn around and Kyle is standing there.
"Hi, Joshua."
I don't like this. "Yes?" I glare at him sternly.
He lowers his eyes for a second at my obvious irritation and glances up again. Taking a deep breath, his little chest perks up. I can actually see his nipple stubs outlined against the fabric of his tight white T-shirt. My prick stirs.
"You do remember me, don't you?"
I decide to smile. "Yes, you're the guy I helped move out of your cheating boyfriend's place."
He glances around quickly to see if anyone heard me. Nervous little man. "Yes, my name is Kyle."
Of course, I remember your name, kitten...but I'm sure as hell not going to let you know that.
"Oh, yes! Kyle." I smile even broader and he relaxes more. His eyes are dilated, and I sweep my gaze down. Bingo! There is a fullness to the front of his tight red jeans. I love having a physical effect on people.
"So, what are you watching?" I ask.
"I'm going to see that movie with Dame Judi Dench."
Who the fuck's that? Probably some pretentious old hag.
"Oh, well enjoy that. I'm off to see..." I hand him my ticket to read and hold while I grab my popcorn and soda from the sales counter.
I turn back to him, and he gives me my ticket. Suddenly, I get a wicked idea. "Why don't you ditch your tearjerker and join me?"
His eyes light up. "Sure. Wait here." He walks back to the box office.
I nod. I'm not going anywhere.
It's quiet tonight, probably because it's the middle of the week and a bit chilly out. Most adults are probably dining in restaurants or staying at home. The youngsters are either out clubbing or cramming for some disastrous exam. Some are probably just moody shits getting into bed early.
He buys himself a candy bar and a smoothie, and then we enter the cinema. We choose two seats at the back. Since only two other people in the movie theater are sitting together in the middle row, I motion for Kyle to join me in the furthest back corner, away from the isle.
It's going to be fun...
The trailers come on then a few minutes later the lights go down and the movie starts. He's breathing heavily next to me and I am sure he's trying to contain the urge to touch me. My prick's rock hard but I'll be damned if I make a move. I'm hoping for some professional head tonight. It'll be fun while watching the movie. If there's one thing faggots can do well, it's giving head.
The movie's been on for a while and we've both finished our snacks. We're just sipping our drinks, watching this weird fucking movie.
I decide to show off the merchandise and blatantly adjust myself so my boner can clearly be seen in the dim light of the movie screen. It seems to be trying it's hardest to escape the confines of my jeans, pushing right up into my tight T-shirt above my belt buckle. The shape of my dick's helmet is visible through the fabric.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Kyle trying to see what's going on with my crotch and when he spots my prick, he quickly looks away, swallowing hard.
Carefully, I loosen the lid of my soda cup with the same hand that's holding it, so he doesn't notice me doing it. The next minute I drop my half-full cup, and the soda that was left inside splashes all over my crotch. "Fuck," I whisper loudly.
He looks at me.
"I can't sit like this in these bloody wet jeans for the whole movie. Hold this." I hand him the empty cup.
Unbuckling my belt, I then proceed to unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper. I grip the sides of my jeans and arch my back to lift my ass. With one swift pull, I take my jeans and briefs off at the same time. My rigid prick bounces back up to a standing position, the reflection of the movie screen announcing its arrival in full glare.
Kyle gasps.
I hang my drenched and sticky jeans across the back of the chair diagonally in front of me and arrange my briefs on the chair next to it. We're hardly visible from the isle and if anyone came in they would find it "hard" to see what was happening. In any case, if they caught us I'd deal with it.
He stares at my prick, and I put on a false show of modesty by trying to pull my T-shirt over my boner. "Sorry, man. You know how it is with us guys... These things sometimes have a mind of their own. It must've been from the shock of the cold soda."
He just nods and hands me the empty cup. I chuck it under the seat in front of me.
His breathing's uneven. He's definitely now horny as fuck and probably trying to work up the courage to say something to me. His inner conflict is palpable. No use hurrying him now... The wait itself, filled with admiration and anticipation, actually makes me harder.
He eventually gives in. "I can help you with that, you know," he says in a breathy voice.
"No, let them dry over the seat," I say, faking ignorance.
"I mean... (he swallows) ...that I can help you with your hard-on."
"You'd do that for me?" I say with as much sincere innocence as I can muster.
Might as well make him believe he's doing me a huge favor. It'll make his performance so much better.
"It'll be my pleasure." He swallows hard and I can see his tongue flick out between his lips. This is going to be great. A real pleaser then?
Nice.
"Well, then... Knock yourself out."
Bingo!
I lean back, pushing my butt forward to the edge of the chair, and lift up my T-shirt so he has a full view and complete access to my throbbing prick.
He breathes in and leans over the armrest between us to get to it. He holds my prick for a moment. His hand is smooth and it's trembling. With fear or excitement? Or both? Either way, this is going to be awesome.
"Mmm, nice," I encourage him.
He takes the swollen head into his mouth, and I gasp. Ah, yes. Please don't stop.
He starts to lick it, and he's struggling with the fact that it's perfectly straight with a very wide girth. Nonetheless, he swirls his tongue around the helmet-head and loses himself in the intricacy of his technique. He lollipops me nicely...
This is so cool. I'm sitting in a theater, watching a movie, and being blown nice and slowly. This evening couldn't have turned out any better even though he's battling to get me completely into his mouth, and then I realize that the armrest's the problem.
"Why don't you get on your knees in front of me," I suggest. I can see his prick's outline through his jeans.
He gets up and then drops down onto his knees, and I put my legs above his shoulders, so I can rest my feet against the back of the chairs on either side of him. I push my prick forward with my thumb until it meets his mouth.
He goes down on me again and starts sucking for all he's worth, taking me completely into his warm mouth. The back of his throat caresses my prick, and he even swallows on it to heighten my pleasure!
Fuck he's good. Kyle is making a meal of this suck-fest I'm giving him, and I groan softly. It feels so good. His hungry little moans, as he savors my tasty prick, is enough to push me near the edge.
I grab his head and start shoving his face right down into my groin. He gags on me, but I just keep the pushing rhythm even, so he can get his breathing pattern going. He'll probably get a headache, but who cares. As long as I get my cum down his throat, I'll be a happy guy.
Oh God... I'm on the verge of cumming. OK. Let's see how this faggot handles himself.
Without warning I shoot my thick cum down his throat and shove his head harder into my groin, holding it there with my strong hands. He starts convulsing, but I keep blowing my load down his throat until every last drop is squirted and I'm totally spent, then only do I pull his head up for air.
His face is red. He gasps loudly and I swear someone in front is yelling for us to shush.
A bit of cum runs out the corner of his mouth as he's desperately trying to catch his breath. Tears stream down his face from the salacious trauma of it all. He looks vulnerable but exhilarated.
"Thanks, man. That was great," I simply say.
Kyle composes himself somewhat and gets back up and sits in his chair. His breathing starts to return to normal and I'm sure his heart must still be pounding. He'd just had a gorgeous prick in his mouth so he must be thrilled shitless. My focus returns to the movie, where the one character that'd earlier seemed so docile is now turning into a homicidal maniac. I'm enjoying this surprising twist in what's otherwise a boring film.
Kyle just stares ahead and says nothing.
My waning prick's still warm and half erect. Kyle frantically wipes his mouth off with his sleeve.
The last time I got head from a guy was in high school and it was great. Some jock on the football team who was secretly in love with me sucked me off. Poor idiot. When I realized that he was becoming a nuisance, I made him understand that I definitely wasn't into him. But then he did become a problem and I ended up telling one of my girlfriends that he was harassing me. They quickly outed him and his life was really miserable after that. His parents kicked him out of the house before he could graduate and he left town on his own.
Poor loser.
As the movie ends, I quickly put on my damp briefs and jeans and head out of the theater. Kyle's right behind me. He says something to me about going to the restroom. I ignore him and make my way directly to the car and speed off.
I don't feel like going to a bar with wet clothes on. It'll just be simpler to go home and tell Stacey that I'd spilled some soda on my jeans at the multiplex. Which is true. Anyway, she'll be happy if I come home earlier than expected.
What's even better is that I'll get my rocks off with her too, as well as kudos for being such a stand-up boyfriend. Win-win!
It's been exactly a week since the movie-night head session. I'm looking forward to something unexpected happening tonight and feel like heading out west to see which clubs I can find around that part of the city.
I'm at the gym before heading home, as I'm in need of a good workout. I can feel some flab when I pinch my stomach and am fully aware that as I start getting older, I have to put more effort into keeping my body in top condition. No one likes a fatty.
I spend about twenty minutes on the cycling machine and jump on the treadmill. Wearing headphones, I work out in rhythm to the blaring trans-techno music filling my ears. This European genre from the nineties is perfect for it and the monotonous beats are perfect for keeping my tempo smooth but fast. Even my breathing's in tune with the rhythm and my endorphins kick in.
I move on to the barbells to add some strength and then do two rounds of the toning-circuit before going to the showers. Here I'm very discreet, because the last thing I need is some guy embarrassing me by trying to come on to me. Worse still, I would be popping a boner for some twink, imagining him sucking me off.
The steam room beckons. It'll be fun to lie back and enjoy the full glory of my own body, sweating out a shitload of toxins from many nights of partying. Who knows, I might jerk off in there just to add some spunk to the situation... Leave my mark in there, you know.
I get out of the shower and go to the steam room. There's no one inside. I spread my towel out on the tiled bench and lie down on it. Pretty soon I nod off.
I wake up with a start, realizing there's a mouth around my swollen prick, sucking the chrome off my tailpipe! I lift up my head. The guy's probably in his late thirties and well built. Not bad looking either. I lay my head back down and just enjoy being polished off.
"Ahh," I moan. The man is feasting on me and it feels great.
Suddenly the door flies open and in walks one of the gym managers. We both freeze as he adjusts his eyes to the situation. The guy blowing me is still unaware of the intrusion.
"What the fuck?!"
I try desperately to get up quickly, as if it'll hide the fact that my prick is still in the guy's mouth. The cocksucker lifts his head up as soon as I sit up. The manager's booming voice echoes in the small room. My companion tries to cover his own hard-on with his towel while scurrying away to the other side of the bench. But it's all too late. The manager saw what was happening.
Shit, fuck, no!
"I asked you guys a question! What the fuck are you doing in here? You're aware that this is a public place and we don't condone this kind of behavior. I'm calling the cops on you."
He steps out of the steam room and walks towards the main floor, probably to get to his office. I run after him with my now semi bobbing up and down and grab him by the arm before he exits the locker room.
"I'm sorry, man but I just woke up to find that guy sucking my prick! I was trying to figure out what the fuck to do, man. It's not what you think, ok? I don't even know the guy, and I'm not a faggot!!"
He glares at me for a moment and puts two and two together as he clearly remembers him and I joking around in the past. I think we were discussing some of the hot female ass in the gym one day. Maybe he'll let this go and back off. I hold my breath.
"Fine. I won't alert the police, but I can't allow this kind of shit in here, man. I'm banning that guy from the gym and to avoid any complaints about unfair discrimination, I'll have to ban you too. I won't put it on record. Ok? I'm sorry but that's just the way it is."
I suppose that's better than nothing, and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Sure."
By now the cocksuckers joined us. He looks at the guy and then at me as he speaks, "Like I said, I'm not going to call the cops, but you two are banned from this gym. If I see either one of you in here again, I'll physically throw you out. You understand?"
We both nod, and the other guy looks relieved.
Once the manager's left, I walk over to the cocksucker. He winks at me, and I punch him in the face! The back of his head hits the locker behind him and he slides down to the floor, holding his chin. He looks up at me, his brow deeply furrowed.
"You leave me alone, you faggot! Look what you just did. I'll fuck you up if you even think of coming near me again!" I'm sure the manager heard me.
I turn towards my locker, get dressed and leave. I'm not making eye contact with anyone. I hope the manager won't discuss this with his colleagues, but I'm sure that's wishful thinking. I can only hope he'll have the decency not to mention my name.
Once home I take a shower and eat my dinner in silence. Stacey asks me what's wrong, and I tell her that I've had a tough day at work, inventing some crap about a difficult customer. She lets me be.
I still have to go out, although I'm not really in the mood anymore. But some fresh air will do me good. Sitting here with Stacey just makes me feel worse, and I need to forget about what just happened. Some hungry eyes on my body is exactly what I need to get my mojo back.
After thanking Stacey for the dinner, I kiss her on the cheek and tell her she mustn't worry. I'm sure I'll feel better once I unwind a bit. She smiles and tells me to enjoy myself.
I fucking plan to.
Tonight, I head west and find a small club at the edge of the city, just before the suburbs start, and park around the corner from the entrance. I take a deep breath and go inside. There's no line. I fucking hope the place isn't a complete dump.
Actually, it turns out to be just what I needed. It's partially packed with college kids and I'm obviously the hot, mature, fresh meat most of them were hoping for.
A variety of girls hit on me and one guy buys me a beer. His name's Alex.
He introduces me to his girlfriend, Jenny, and we end up shooting the breeze over some beers. They're obviously important because we're chilling in the VIP lounge.
Alex's fit as fuck. He has a nice, toned body and is about an inch shorter than me. He's wearing plain brown corduroy trousers with a long-sleeved, black knitted sweater. His pecs and stomach muscles are obvious underneath the thin fabric, and he has a nice, firm bubble-butt.
Jenny is hot! She has long, curly, blonde hair and a killer body. She is wearing a tight-fitting, plain black dress and is a bit over-dressed in her high heels. All the young college kids are dressed in the typical individualist, student "boho" style. All of them desperately want to be different, but in the end, they all look the same. Hilarious! Alex and Jenny are dressed very differently and must be why I am attracted to them.
After my fourth beer, Alex leans into me. "Do you feel like coming to our place?"
Huh? "Why?" I ask.
"I think we can have some fun," he says with a naughty smile.
Oh. This could be interesting. I've never had a threesome before and if this is what he means with "fun," I'm all in. "Sure."
Alex settles the bar tab, and the bartender sends us off with a wink. So, they do this often. Great, at least not all of us will be awkward then. I'm sure I can adapt quickly enough though.
I take Stacey's car and follow them into the suburbs.
We stop at some big, white single-story house in a quiet, tree-lined street. It seems so ordinarily middle-class. The two of them are still so young, I wonder if this is their parents' place. There are no lights on.
We park the cars and go inside.
Alex switches on all the lights and invites me into the kitchen. Jenny disappears somewhere, and he gives me another beer.
"Is this your parents' place?"
He sniggers. "No, it's one of my brother's many houses. He's a business man, and he lets me stay in it from time to time when I want to get out of the dorm. It's a nice place to get some R&R." He winks at me.
I nod with a smile.
I'm still wondering where Jenny went, when she suddenly comes into the kitchen wearing nothing but her high heels.
"Everything's ready for you boys," she says mischievously.
This girl's not shy. My prick is getting harder by the second and is almost standing at full attention. I adjust myself to help ease the discomfort.
"Wait until we get inside, Josh." She smiles.
I down the rest of my beer. Alex does the same, and we follow her into the main bedroom.
The room's well lit. Good. Better for me to get a good view of her smooth, shaven pussy and plump tits. Man, her body slays!! I take off my shirt, pulling it off over my head and as I'm about to unbuckle my belt, she stops me.
"No, Joshua. Let me get comfortable and then you can come over here. I'll help."
She sits on the bed, and I step forward. Alex comes and stands next to me. She unbuckles my belt slowly and slides down my jeans. My prick is straining hard against my briefs. Moving over to Alex, who had also taken off his shirt, she does the same.
Alex's prick is tenting his briefs. It looks about an inch longer than mine. Although, what I lack in length, I make up for in girth. I can see it has a big head, but it looks like it has a narrower shaft than mine.
Coming back to me, she softly starts to nibble my prick through my briefs, and I moan with excitement. She reaches into my briefs, takes my prick out and starts sucking on it with full force, like she's looking for the source of all eternal life!
Fuck, she's good at it. She blows me with zero inhibition, like she's literally trying to gobble me up. I feel her nose dig into my pubes. Focusing on the soft velvety skin again, her warm, wet mouth and powerful tongue rubs against my prick-head while she gently nips me with her teeth. Not causing injury but just keeping my nerve endings alive. She takes me all the way down her throat again with such ease it astounds and pleasures me to no end and I force myself even deeper into her throat.
"Suck it, baby!" Alex encourages her.
She suddenly lets go of me and does the same for Alex. His prick standing out proud, red, and ready. He's completely shaven which makes it look even bigger! He grabs her head. Note to self: `Give shaving a try.' She doesn't even flinch when he starts fucking her mouth with force. These guys are not shy at all and clearly know what they want and what they like. Ok then...no holds barred.
Jenny stops sucking Alex and scoots farther back on the bed and opens her legs wide for both of us to get a good look at her shaven pussy. I'm drooling. Her lips are already swollen in anticipation of the pounding to come. I sure as hell want to get my tongue in first and make her beg for it.
Alex and I quickly take off our shoes, trousers, and briefs, and then I move forward to get to Jenny. He stops me. Probably wants to go first, it's his girlfriend after all.
He lowers himself between her legs and positions his prick close to her pussy-lips. She moans as he pushes in nice and slow. When he's completely in, he starts fucking her at a steady pace. God, he has a sexy ass.
Alex turns his head towards me. "You like what you see? My butt, I mean," he asks.
I clear my throat, not certain what to say. The truth then... "Yes, you've one hell of a sexy ass, man."
"Well, don't just stand there then. The lube is on the dresser behind you. Lube up and fuck me, big boy!"
I don't wait for a second invitation. I squirt lubricant all over my thick prick and spread it evenly with a few, quick strokes.
They shift and he pulls her legs together and pushes her ass higher up, so she's nearly folded double. He's now on his knees close to the edge of the high bed, still pummeling into her. His palms are on the bed, on either side of her legs. He's in some sort of doggy-style position with his calves hanging off the bed, his legs spread wide enough for me to access his hole. Man, but these guys are flexible!
His ass is so inviting. His balls are slapping against her ass as he's fucking her nice and slowly. Waiting for me to get on board, I swear his pucker is mouthing for me to enter.
I position my prick just at the entrance to his hole and think about taking it slowly, when he speaks again.
"No need for pleasantries, man, fuck it like you own it!"
Your wish is my command! I shove my prick completely into him. He shouts out. "Hell yes!! Fuck me, bro!"
I comply. He matches my rhythm with his own, and we fuck in unison.
They're both loud-mouthed fuckers and a few minutes later, Jenny lets out an elongated scream from what must be a mind-blowing orgasm. I'm already edging and am going to get there soon at this rate. Like a wild animal, I join in, expelling my loud moans, yelps, and screams of deep pleasure and abandonment.
We go at it a while longer, and Jenny has a second orgasm! As he cries out, Alex's ass muscles grip me like a vice! He is cumming inside her. With every shot, he clamps down on me, bringing me to my end. I shoot my own load into him, squirt after squirt of piping hot cum as I shove my rod as far as I can into him. We are all crying out at the same time, and my head is spinning like mad.
Fuuuuuck! Amazing!
All three of us grind and jerk till we come to a complete stop and start to untangle ourselves from each other.
"Come, let's all go take a shower. Ladies first..." Alex says.
Jenny, completely spent, gets up and goes to the bathroom, while Alex and I just lie there on the bed. Once she's done, we two guys go shower together, but nothing sexual happens, we just wash each other in silence.
We get back to the room. The bed has already been made. Jenny is on it, facing away from us. She's on all fours, with her pussy looking up at us. Like a dog in heat.
"Round two, boys!"
And there we go again. This time I'm fucking her and Alex is lying under me. He's slurping up my balls and eating her out as much as he can while my shaft is torpedoing in and out of her dripping pussy. He's getting quite a mouthful! Every now and then I slip out of her and dip my prick into his hungry mouth a few times.
We fuck a third time after that. She rides me while Alex stands above me, fucking her in the mouth. We all cum again. Exhausted from all the release, I get dressed, we say our goodbyes like comrades who fought and won a battle together, and then I head on home.
Now that's what I call a true night of excitement!
I get in at 5:12 a.m. and Stacey is sound asleep.
I wake up just before noon. She says nothing, just smiles sweetly and asks me if I had a great night.
I've obviously overslept, and she tells me she's already phoned the book shop and studio and called us both in sick. She spun a lie about us having some kind of stomach bug. She's such a good girl.
I tell her I lost track of time dancing and that I'm sure she can see I'm physically worse for wear. I make damn sure she doesn't get to see my achingly red and worn out prick. Other than that, I believe she's fallen for my excuse hook, line, and sinker.
Man, what a night.