VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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XXXII.
The sun, B&B and noises outside woke them Saturday morning. They rose off the loveseat and Tim jumped in the shower, then dressed and headed out the door sipping his mug of coffee that Ivan had prepared while he was dressing. They'd arranged for Ivan to visit the hospital sometime later that day, but no specific time. Ivan watched as Tim descended the stairs and disappeared. As soon as Tim was out of sight, while standing in the doorway still somewhat asleep, Jack Kitchens stepped from his apt, shirtless and in boxer briefs, looked across the landing to Ivan and nodded for him to come inside, then stepped back into apt. I.
Ivan froze; like the first time you encounter sex with a stranger, that eager but scarred tension and intrigue. Wearing only running shorts himself, Ivan crossed the landing, moved to the still open door of Apt I and entered, tentatively. "Shut the door" came Jack's directive and handed a mug of black coffee to his fellow tenant. Ivan closed the door behind him, took the mug and sipped it. Jack reached out, rubbed Ivan's chest and nipples, tweaked them hard, causing Ivan to wince and his dick to throb. Ivan began to back away, but Jack's fingered grip on his nipples was locked tight and Ivan realized he wasn't released to back away. He stood firmly but submissively as jack explored his abs, gripped his glutes, then cupped his balls and hardening dick. Jack's own cock was pronounced and arched out from within the confines of his grey boxer briefs. Jack's head leaked pre-cum in profusion. Jack drew Ivan near. Ivan felt Jack's hands release his nips then his arms encircle his waist and back, his glutes again, then press his furry chest against Ivan's relatively smooth pecs, take his head in his hands and turn it to kiss him deeply; Ivan swallowing Jack's tongue and sucking it for more. Jack pressed his hard cock against Ivan's now grown one, and it pushing the running shorts away from his crotch. Their mutual deep moans filled the room.
Ivan's throat was like a magnet for Jack's tongue, sucking it deeper and deeper. Jack/s long arms reached Ivan's ring and massaged it, fingered it, played with it then drove fingers from both hands in the warm muscle knot reaching for Ivan's spot. Ivan responded by arching his back to Jack's probing fingers, eager now to feel the hard ex-military stud inside him. In one quick move, Jack rotated Ivan 180 degrees an bent him forward over the barstool at his side, Ivan reaching to grab the legs of the stool as Jack kicked Ivan's feet wide apart and gripping his own dick, shoved through Ivan's ring in one slow steady drive. Ivan felt the wide head bore him apart, then pause before driving in deep. Punching through his 2nd ring. Jack's swollen head pounded at Ivan's spot and his moans grew louder, his back arched up farther now and his toes worked to grip the floor for leverage. Jack's fuck was steady and demanding, as he added "when, youboys, tire,,,,,, of playin house,,,,,,,,,,,,and need a man to fuck you, lemme know" and gripping Ivan's hips hard, proceeded to fuck the hell out of the dancer's hole until he filled it with his cum. As soon as he was done, he pulled out, pulled Ivan upright and gripped his neck in a chokehold, whispered in his ear "you hear me BOY" and spat out the term for reinforcement, swatted Ivan's ass hard and told him to "go hit the shower now." Jack's hardon throbbed more cum before it softened, though it still swung like a heavy bell clapper from his crotch. Ivan tugged up his running shorts, his soppy hole clenched tightly as he returned to his apt, panting, sore and so very turned on that he had to jack-off as he showered. WTF had just happened and how long had Jack been interested in him, Ivan wondered? Showered and dried off, Ivan's ass was still sore as he set about making some breakfast and reflecting again on the fuck and wondered already about a repeat? Still somewhat dazed, Ivan fed B&B, leaned his forehead against the window pane, the fresh running shorts cupping his balls and soft cock. Ivan recalled how each phrase of Jack's declaration about them playing house, was punctuated with dick-stabbing re-enforcements and Ivan knew he craved that sensation, the use.
Ivan tugged on a T and his running shoes and headed around the bock to Steve's building, rang the bell and in a few Steve appeared, towel hung round his neck as he was in a workout mode. Ivan reached forward, shoving his hand at Steve's chest, pushed him back inside the foyer and began climbing the stairs to Steve's apt. "I want to get fucked NOW" Ivan exclaimed as he tugged off his running shorts, arched his back showing off to Steve and urged, "well, you gonna fuck me or stare?" Steve wasted no more time, yanked off his gym shorts and jock and proceeded to screw Ivan, braced against the wall. Steve roared "you just been fucked haven't you and need more dick in that piece of ass" and stepped up the pace of fucking his neighbor. Gripping Ivan's waist, Steve pounded the hole for all he was worth; his dickhead sensations boned the cock shaft to full thickness. Both were excited as fuck and in no time, Ivan moaned "cummmmmmmmmmmmming" and shot hands-free ropes from his dick, triggering Steve's own orgasm! Both men ramped down afterwards. Steve popped Ivan's ass with the towel and sent him back to his apt telling the dancer stud he needed to finish his workout routine and had a paying client due in half an hour. Ivan made his way back to his apt, overly sore now, but well-fucked. He didn't even try to conceal his lust with any foreplay with Steve, he just needed sex.
While not routinely a bottom, Ivan speculated on his new need to be fucked. He flashed in rapid fire succession through Steve, Jack, Reg, Dr. Jim, John, perhaps Alex, Alexi, Tom and Stuart the bus drivers, Peter Grace, Chuck Young, Gordon Jackson, that cocky Ben Aaron and bull (Dolf Lundgren-like) Pat Snyder directly above him, the pair of construction guys- Juan Delgado and Tom Higgins, maybe even the burly Adam Scott, and the hot cock teasing jock at New Town College, what had transformed his needs? He was dizzy and again found himself stroking his dick unconsciously as he sat on the loveseat. He was disturbed by his cell phone, seeing it was Mr. Peters, he answered quickly and learned that "Alex had just wanted them to call and check on you as you weren't there already?" Ivan grew guilty suddenly and apologized for not being there already, but explained he just took the time to get some personal tasks done and would be up around lunch, hopefully after Alex returned from his scans. Ivan then proceeded to clean up AGAIN, shower AGAIN and once dressed, phoned a taxi, went downstairs to wait and found Gordon Jackson perched on the steps to the building, being his relaxed easy going and welcoming self. Ivan wasted no time engaging Gordon in a chat. The man eased back on his elbows, almost teasing with Ivan's growing need to trick with this furry blonde man. The cab arrived and reluctantly Ivan said his good-bye to Gordon who gave a thumbs up and nod, then a sly grin as if knowing of Ivan's need. Ivan watched him until they turned off Vance and headed to the hospital. WTF Ivan thought again, why now that I have Tim in my life and all seems to be going well am I so turned on by so many different top guys and have this pronounced need to get fucked? He smirked and recalled the line `the more you get, the more you need'. Ivan watched the traffic and sights as the taxi maneuvered to and deposited him at the hospital. No sign of Tim. He rode the elevator up to 12, went in the room to find it empty and guessed they were with Alex, he'd just wait.
In about an hour, there was a clamor outside the room and in came the family behind Alex's gurney. "I want some breakfast" exclaimed Alex, "it's an hour until lunch today and I'm hungry." He rolled his eyes at Ivan and urged, "tell `em I want food, please go get me some food." Ivan wasted no time and sped tot eh nurse's station, gathered two single-serve cereal boxes, two milks, and a juice, walked to the toaster and dropped two slices of bread in and waited for them to pop up, buttered them and returned to the room. "Thanks buddy I am starving" Alex offered. Mrs. Peters said they'd asked for food but were told he wasn't cleared for breakfast due to his scan nor had Dr. Markel indicated being cleared for any meals after return from the scan. Ivan marched back out to the station and told the charge nurse what he'd done and she tried to calm Ivan's exasperation, advising she was sure it had been ok to fix him the cereal and light tray of food, then apologized for any misinformation on their part. Alex had not finished downing his light meal when Dr. Markel came in, all smiles. He began, "our patient is looking good, his scans are good and I want to get another 24 hour series of IV antibiotics in him and then we'll discharge you" as he turned to face Alex, winked and leaving the room said "Sunday check out about 6pm". Alex and the Peters were overjoyed that this long hospital ordeal was nearing an end and while Alex still faced a long rehab and recovery, at least he'd be back in his own home with his family. "Yall go get some lunch" Alex directed, Ivan declined claiming to have just eaten, but the Peters left relieved and chatty to hit the cafeteria and make plans to pack at the hotel and get ready to check out Sunday. Mr. Peters phoned Tim and asked if he'd like to join them for lunch in the cafeteria but got a decline, saying he'd run home to freshen up and change, but would be back directly if they needed him.
Alex finished his `snack' and began a visit with Ivan. John's visit had been a surprise, but a good one Alex recapped and again stressed how well you're doing at the Company. He also added that Cirro had been up to visit and bar back Mitch had phoned a few days checking in. Alex was less interested in work than Ivan's personal interactions/sex? Ivan withheld any Saturday trick actions and delved into the relationship with Tim and their possible future. He began to recap many of the tenants, but Alex interrupted his story admitting to having known many through Dave's similar tenant tour. Alex stopped short of asking if Ivan had bedded any of them or they him. Alex went on to admitting he knew he was recovering since he'd been having morning hardons the last 4 days and that Dr. Markel and that nurse Reg were increasingly HOT!!! They both chuckled and had just regained their composure when a nurse entered with Alex's lunch tray. "Would you like one too sir, we have some extras" the slightly built Filipino male asked of Ivan? Ivan declined but thanked him. Alex winked at Ivan at the sight of the slim sweet guy. By the time Alex finished eating, the family had returned. Ivan begged off staying, needing to do some laundry and clean his apt. Ivan suggested Alex and the family make a shopping list and get Tim to take them to the store for provisions either today or Sunday in advance of Alex's discharge. Mrs. Peters agreed and said she'd been compiling one as Mr. Peters made a gesture of making a list and checking it twice in midair... Dave hoped to resume his Summer class on Tuesday after being available to help his folks at Alex's, the visiting nurse and rehab therapist schedules. He planned to go over after class and office hours each day. It seemed to all be coming together. Ivan made his exit and still not finding Tim, haled a cab and went home.
There, he sorted clothes, took two loads to the basement, did some stretches and a short workout routine until the laundry was done, then returned upstairs to hang the clothes on the makeshift clothes line to dry. The apt was dusty and floors needed cleaning so he hauled out a dust mop and cloths his mom had bought; when done, filled a pale with warm water and the No Rinse Floor Cleaner his mom bought. The floors looked fine, well as good as possible and the fans were drying them quickly as he relaxed.
No sooner was he done and admired the results of the dried floor than a knock at the door startled him. He swung open the door and found Gordon Jackson standing there with a couple of cold beers asking if he'd like some company? Ivan invited the sexy guy in, apologized for the sparse set-up and was embarrassed by the unmade bed, "sheets drying in there or would have the bed made, sorry" Ivan admitted, taking the beer from Gordon and leading him to a bar stool. Gordon began, "so you and the limo guy a couple or just fuck buds?" Ivan was stunned at Gordon's directness but stammered "guess a couple, but so far no strings ya know" and grew quiet, sipped a swig of the icy brew and awaited Gordon's reply. "Saw you coming back from Jack's earlier and figured you may have gotten screwed or sucked the arrogant SOB off, so didn't say anything then. And then when I saw you head off in the cab, I was about to ask you if you ever wanted to hit the sack or such? I know I'm not built like your limo guy, and not always around but enjoy a guy-guy romp now and then" then winked, stood up and stretched. Ivan was mesmerized at the sexual tension in the building and wondered if THIS was the REAL REASON Dave stayed here. "You ever give any thought to a 3-way" Gordon posed? Ivan gulped and almost choked it back at the offer. His mind raced to Tim's possible reaction before replying. "Guess I'd need to ask Tim about his thoughts on it first" admitted Ivan then "uh that is if he'd be the 3rd of the 3-way you had in mind?" Gordon reached forward to Ivan, took his head in his blonde furry hands and kissed the lean dancer deeply and passionately. After what seemed like a 5 minute kiss, Gordon backed away and replied, "well he'll do but I know some others too", stood, headed to the door, turned and offered, "think about it and talk it over with TIM" before leaving the apt. Ivan heard Gordon's apt door open and close and he sat on the bar stool, stunned. Maybe it's a full fuckin moon Ivan considered, then finished his beer, before remaking the bed and folding the clothes and towels he'd washed?
Back at the hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Peters climbed in the limo and Tim took them to the market to get supplies and food for the week ahead. Dave remained with Alex and asked how he and CIrro were doing? Alex reciprocated asking Dave about he and Towns? After both brothers explained their coupled status, they sat back and watched a PBS special on World Civilizations while the parents were out. Alex was afraid of what his folks may find at his condo, as he struggled to remember how he'd left it that day. If they found anything obscene, he hoped his dad would conceal it form his mom. They returned after 3 hours. "All set now" announced Mrs. Peters. Mr. Peters held an AOK finger sign up in midair at Alex and you saw the relief on Alex's face at the gesture. They visited more, went out for some coffee and the cute Filipino male nurse was by with some afternoon snacks, which they all enjoyed. The Peters spoke about getting packed up and out of the hotel by the noon check out time. They informed Alex that they'd probably get Tim to take them from the hotel to his condo, before coming to the hospital for a visit and discharge later Sunday afternoon/evening. Alex agreed and then Dave said he'd help but might then ask Tim to take him to his own apt instead of staying at Alex's. It was after all, just a 2 bedroom place and even with the den/office, he'd prefer being at his own place now. The plan was all set for Sunday. Their visit went well and as supper approached and the trays were delivered, you could tell Alex was growing fatigued from the day. The family begged off for dinner, left Alex to enjoy peace and quiet and his tray of BLT, fries and a vanilla shake. The nurse came in to hang the last 24 hr IV bag of antibiotics, made some small talk and left Alex answering his cell phone. It was Cirro and they had phone sex, though Alex couldn't participate for fear of someone walking in. Still he had the mental stimulation and heard Cirro cum loudly, recalling Alex's last time fucking him. A nurse came in at one point concerned about his elevated vital signs, but left assured everything was ok. Alex dreamed of the next time he and Cirro would fuck as he drifted off to sleep. He rested well that night and woke only once, finding handsome Reg checking the IV, and smiling.
Ivan was eager for Tim's arrival. When he came through the door and found Ivan in running shorts and nothing else, he quickly striped, hit the shower and came out to find Ivan fixing a supper of scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. Tm quickly assembled their plates, etc, checked on B&B, thanked Ivan for getting the laundry done, then asked about his day? Ivan was evasive and as they sat to eat, Tim shared that he'd seen a standing screen like Ivan had mentioned to isolate the bed from the front door if he'd like to see it and showed Ivan the pics he'd taken at the furniture store near his own apt. It was metal with a silk-like fabric he explained and the varied colors were all jewel-tones. Tim added he thought it might brighten up the apt and go with some of Ivan's pictures? Ivan was excited, asked if they could go see it Sunday perhaps and/or get it if it really was as good as Tim described? Tim suggested they fit it in after he dropped the Peters off at the hospital and before going back to get them and Alex to his condo. Ivan had made no plans to be involved with the discharge or ferrying Alex and family to the condo so that would work out and he'd just make free time to ride with Tim to check out the screen, and if both agreed, get it back to Apt L before Tim had to be at the hospital for Alex's discharge. They finished supper and Ivan began a discussion about extracurricular sex with them? Tim grew silent and Ivan thought at first that Tim was pissed or worse, hurt. Tim listened intently and asked if their sex was bad or not all Ivan wanted it to be? Ivan assured him their sex was GREAT, it's just he wondered if added players would spice up their life and sex life in particular every now and then? Tim remained silent; when Ivan suggested this was not something that needed to happen that night or anytime soon he urged, just that he wanted to open the topic for discussion and exploration. They snuggled together on the loveseat then headed to bed early. They 69ed for two hours, each edging the other then backing off before resuming the sex routine. Finally after both came, they were fatigued and knowing that Sunday would be a busy day for both, drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.