After Dan goes back to San Francisco, I get a text message from Ron - 'staying in London another week - more meetings with Dad and clients. Sorry and love you. Will call tonight - wanted to give you a heads up.'
I didn't believe for a minute that he had to stay for business but I let him tell me that. I was sure he met some guy at a club one night and decided to stick around for a bit longer. It was okay with me, either way; I just wish he'd own up to it and just tell me!
So Steve has this friend and client named Rusty. Rusty is tattooed all over his arms, chest, back and neck - Steve did all his work. Now he's starting on Rusty's legs. Rusty likes to joke that he was Steve's total annual income for at least one year. Rusty works as a mailman and has been one for like 15 years now. He is forty. Rusty is also really hot - about 5' 11' and has big blue eyes and short spiky hair - dyed black on the part near his head and bleached blonde on the top. He's got both nipples pierced, his ears, his nose and his tongue. He's fairly muscular - he's a runner and he's on his feet all day walking a mail beat. He works out at Steve's gym and Steve said he can lift way more than he can.
Rusty always tells Steve that he has a crush on me and has for a couple of years now - I also found out that he is a super huge fan of Dan's and has every single one of his records in every format - LP, CD, 12', 45, etc. He reportedly said to Steve after hearing about me and Dan: 'Two guys who I'd want in my bed and they're in one together,' and sighed. I see Rusty around town all the time, but strangely, never with another guy.
Steve asked if he could give Rusty my number and since I had just said goodbye to Dan and was mad at Ron's lame attempt at getting me to believe he was staying longer for business, I said absolutely - give him my cell. A diversion from both Ron and Dan was what I needed, I figured.
Rusty called me that very afternoon and asked me out for dinner. I said I was free that night and I gave him my address and he said he'd pick me up at 7:30. I put on some skinny black jeans and boots and a soft vintage cowboy shirt that snaps up the front. I had been wearing my short blond hair spiky but for tonight I let it fall on it's own, making me look a little younger than 41.
He showed up at my front door with flowers - I thought it was totally sweet. Rusty looked fantastic - he was wearing some gray vintage trousers, probably 1960s because they were kind of skinny and straight. On top he had on a black button down shirt with a t-shirt underneath and I could see he had on some really hot boots. Except for the tops of his hands and the top of his neck, you couldn't see any tattoos. I guess I'd have to examine them more fully later on.
He looked nervous, which from what I know about him, is very uncharacteristic of him.
'Hi, Andy! These are for you,' he almost stuttered the words out. Then he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Very sweet.
'Thanks, Rusty! These are awesome. Come on in and I'll put them in a vase and then we can go,' I said. I could tell he was trying hard to impress me, even though I've been around him a number of times - at Steve's house for parties, rock shows, a gay bar or two, Steve's shop. But this was different for him, definitely.
'I thought you might want to have dinner and then maybe go to a movie,' he offered with a smile.
'Sure - I'm up for just about anything,' and we headed out. He was so adorable, holding the car door open for me - a gentleman? Maybe for the moment! He had a great old Dodge Dart that looked pretty mint - maybe an old lady grocery getter car. You could sense that he loved that car - it was immaculate.
We went to a Chinese place in Hollywood, one where you tend to see a lot of gay couples and groups. Sure enough, when we walked in, we each saw people we knew or dated. We got a couple of looks, a couple of hellos, and then we were finally seated in a booth in the back. The restaurant is all red vinyl booths, dark, lots of umbrella drinks, really kitschy and fun.
We sat across from each other and ordered some beer and egg rolls and made small talk. Sitting this way gave me the opportunity to really study his face, which was gorgeous. His big blue eyes are sort of a powdery-blue and they sort of suck you into them. He has great cheekbones and a beautiful Roman nose with a strong jawline. His smile was bright and dazzling and any time I said something remotely flirty to him he blushed and put his eyes down for a moment.
If this had been the first time I'd met him, I'd say he was shy. But he is far from shy when I've been at parties or a bar he's at. He shamelessly checks out guy's asses right in front of whomever he is with; he'll walk right up to a guy and tell him he's hot to his face. He'll ask Steve and other friends really blunt questions about their sex lives. But I think that it is the way he copes with being sort of shy - he goes the opposite direction. Steve said he's had a hard time finding men to go out with, with his tattoos and his music interests and his whole MO; but I think no one has given him a serious chance.
We continued small talk until ordering some food and then he started asking me a few things.
'Just so I know what's going on here - you are married to Ron, right?' I nodded. 'You're seeing Dan, too, on the side?' I nodded again. 'Am I going to be in trouble if anyone finds out we're out together?' I finally assured him that he had nothing to worry about. He breathed a sigh of relief, but it made me think about it a little more - what the hell was I doing, exactly? I want to have a fun night with a hot guy and hopefully get him into bed, that's what I was doing. I felt the angel/devil thing fighting in my subconscious. I did my best to ignore that and I grabbed his hand across the table and squeezed it and he squeezed my hand back and smiled, blushing again.
We got our food and another round of beers and tried each other's dishes and talked about music. He's another obsessive record collector like Steve and Mark and talked about how he never fits into the gay scene very well and he doesn't really fit in to any other scene. 'I think that's cool,' I said. 'You are uniquely you - and I think I'm the same,' and I smiled at him.
We got the bill and it was finally dark outside. We had parked a couple of blocks away. As we walked from the restaurant he reached for my hand and held it while we walked. He squeezed it a little and then pulled me closer to him and put his arm around my waist. I held him back and we walked towards his car.
After we got in, he asked me if I wanted to see a movie. I slid over on the bench seat towards him and said 'I'm so far away, I needed to slide over,' and he smiled at me and then turned his face towards me and gently kissed me on the lips, no tongue, just a very sweet short kiss. I leaned in and continued, kissing him back and sticking my tongue in his mouth, feeling his tongue stud on my own tongue. I had never been with a guy with a pierced tongue - I could feel my hardening cock twitch a little with the thought of him running his tongue up and down the backside of my shaft and that stud hitting me just below the head.
He leaned back into me when I paused and started kissing me a bit more fervently, this time putting his hands on the sides of my head and stroking my hair a little bit.
'Of course, we could watch something at my place, too,' he smiled coyly.
'I'd be up for that,' I smiled back at him.
We sped back to his apartment, which wasn't too far from where we were parked. He had this totally cute small apartment in this nice old building. He had polished wood floors, a vintage stove and fridge, vintage furniture, everything. One wall in his living room was anchored with shelf after shelf of vinyl records and CDs. Another had a nice TV and stereo equipment. When we had walked in, I sort of expected him to grab me and kick the door shut, but I think he was trying to be a bit more casual. I sat on his couch and he asked if I wanted a drink.
'I'll have whatever you're having,' I said and he came back in with two bottles of beer. He put the bottles, on coasters, on the table and sat down next to me, sort of sideways. He looked at me in the eyes and scooted a little closer.
'Andy - you are so sexy, will you let me make love to you?' and I just about fell on the floor. 'I know the dinner alone was not much of a real date but I just can't stop thinking about wanting to feel your body against mine. Will you let me make up the rest of the date later?' He grinned at me.
'Of course, Rusty - I think you're really hot and your kisses really turned me on. I think you're very sexy, too,' and I slid over even closer to him so that our thighs were touching. 'This is part of the date for me, anyway!'
He very gently took my face in his hands and started kissing me again. I could immediately feel the temperature rising. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could feel the tongue stud again and I started thinking again about how it will feel on my cock and I started to get really hard. I put my arms around him and continued kissing him. He sat back on the couch and I climbed up on his lap and started kissing his neck and ears and I could feel below where I was sitting that he was getting pretty turned on.
'C'mon, let's go back there,' he whispered to me and I climbed off. He took my hand and led me back to his bedroom.
His bedroom was decorated just like the rest of his apartment - vintage furniture - really great stuff - he had cool vintage movie posters framed and on the walls - stuff like Creature From the Black Lagoon, Plan Nine From Outer Space, stuff like that. I had also noticed amongst the huge collection of music was a collection of those kind of DVDs; he must have a thing for those campy horror movies. Very cool and different.
So after he led me in the room he turned down the lights a little and asked me if he could put some music on. Turned out he also had the bedroom wired with speakers from the front room and he put on some kind of atmospheric light industrial kind of stuff which was really the perfect thing for that moment.
I was standing around, just taking it all in - trying to get to know him just by looking at all the things he had around in his apartment. It gave me a sense of who he is and showed me a side of him I hadn't known about since we usually saw each other at a party or show or at a gay bar. He startled me a little by coming up behind me and putting his arms around me and kissing my neck. He's a lot taller than me and bigger and his arms enveloped me and he squeezed me while he continued kissing and biting my neck. His body was pressed into my back and his crotch was pressing into my lower back and he was really hard.
He kept kissing my neck and started unsnapping my shirt and taking it off, still standing behind me and then he started nibbling on my shoulders and kissing my back and I had chills running up and down my spine. He was really very attentive and very sensuous. He paused to take off his own shirt and I turned around and was then confronted by all the colors coming off his arms and chest and I suddenly felt almost breathless staring at this gorgeous guy, all tall and muscular and fit with all this ink all over him. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me and hung his head over my shoulder and stayed like that for a moment or two.
'You feel so incredible pressed up against me,' he whispered in my ear. 'I can't wait to see the rest of you,' he said while starting to bite my ears. I felt something against the top part of my chest and realized I had forgotten that he had his nipples pierced. I pulled back a little and looked at them. Silver hoops and his nipples were hard. He said, 'Do you like them?' and I nodded and smiled. He took me back in his arms for a moment and ran his hands up and down my back and then he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him harder. I was getting to the point where I would have to rip his pants off pretty soon or I was going to go crazy. But he liked to take things slow. I grabbed his ass, too, and it was so tight, I guess from running and all the walking he does every day. He moaned a little in my ear when I did that. I was really about to burst out of my jeans.
He finally drew back from me and sat down on the bed and pulled his boots off, all the while not taking his eyes off me while I stood there. I had my eyes locked on his incredible body and finally snapped back to reality for a minute and sat down and took my boots off, too.
After this, he reached back and pulled down the bedspread and moved back towards the headboard and held out his arms to me. I crawled over and he again enveloped me in his arms for a moment and smelled my hair and sighed. Then I pulled back and climbed up on his lap and kissed him again. I then backed up and started kissing his chest and shoulders and I leaned up and bit his neck and he moaned a little again. He had his eyes closed and was stroking my back and shoulders while I continued to explore his chest with my lips and tongue.
I got to where his nipples were pierced and I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do there and he whispered 'you can pull on the hoops gently if you want,' and I did and he moaned a little more. I moved down to his stomach and stuck my tongue in his belly button and he squirmed and smiled and laughed and stroked the top of my head while I continued to do that to him.
He had some really hard abs and it made his chest and stomach look so fucking sexy. I could no longer help it and I started unfastening his trousers while he watched me. I pulled them down and he had on boxer briefs and holy fuck he had the most gorgeous thighs, all muscular and toned and I could see he had a massive hard cock in his boxers. I sat for a minute and looked at him and he watched me looking at him and said 'anything else you want to see?' and I nodded and he said 'not just yet.'
He gently pushed me back on my back and unbuttoned my jeans and took them off and took my boxers off right away. He sat back a minute and looked at me and then looked up to my face and said, 'Andy, you have the most gorgeous cock, oh my god it's so beautiful,' which made it jump up a little more and I probably blushed and felt a tad self-conscious as he sat and stared at me. 'I want to see yours,' I smiled and he said 'not just yet' and I started to wonder what he was up to.
He knelt between my legs and leaned on top of me and started kissing my chest and letting his stomach rub against my cock for a moment and it made me moan from deep inside my chest. He leaned down and started biting my nipples, still leaning his stomach against me and every time he moved on me I thought I would lose it and start screaming in ecstasy and blowing my load all over the both of us. He moved off me and started sucking on my fingers, one at a time, looking at me and putting his free hand in his boxers and grabbing himself. I was seriously going out of my mind at that point. He then backed up and started running his hands up and down my thighs, including the inside, but he purposely was avoiding touching my now extra engorged dick and he knew I was going mental.
He finally leaned down and started feeling my balls underneath and gently squeezing them and I started saying all kinds of nonsense because I was really close to coming and I hadn't had a chance to feel that tongue stud on me yet. He could sense it and he backed off a little and said 'Here, I'm going to lay back - climb on me and fuck my mouth - I'm dying to taste you.' I did as I was told and oh my god, his mouth was so wet and soft and that stud was running up the underside of my shaft and as I was pulling out of his mouth it hit the ridge just before the tip of my cock and it threw me over the edge and I started fucking his mouth harder and in about three or four strokes I threw back my head and yelled 'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!' and I came really hard in his mouth and it kept going on and on - I felt like I ejaculated about ten times and then I stopped and he smiled and said 'wow - you taste incredible, come here' and he sat up and grabbed my head and kissed me really hard and plowed his tongue into me and I could taste myself and at the same time I felt all this heat building up between us and I pushed him back down and said in his ear 'i'm going to take those shorts off you right now' and I yanked them down and was startled by his HUGE cock. I couldn't believe how huge it was.
He saw I was taken aback and he looked pretty pleased with himself. Those muscles, those tattoos, those legs, that cock - I was dizzy looking at this incredible creature laying before me. He was rock solid, straight up and I didn't even know where to begin, there were so many things I wanted to do to him. I told him to turn over and lay on his stomach - I hadn't even had a chance to look at all the ink on his back and I really wanted to get at that ass of his.
I started tracing my fingers around some of the tattoos and kissing his shoulder blades and squeezing his ass - which was so firm and round I was hoping I'd have a chance to fuck him later. I started kissing him down the rest of his back and made my way down and then I grabbed him and plowed my tongue into his ass. He started moaning a lot and reared up just a bit which gave me a better angle and I kept teasing him with my tongue, licking him all over and then tongue fucking him like crazy. He was squirming and panting and laughing and moaning and I just couldn't stop. I reached underneath him while I was still in his ass and I grabbed that huge cock with my hand. I stroked him a little bit and squeezed his balls and he was moaning into the pillow and saying my name. Then I flipped him onto his back and he was dripping all over his own stomach and he was so hot.
'Do you have some lube and a condom? I really want you to fuck me.' I stared deep into his eyes.
He sat up on his elbows and smiled. 'Are you sure you want me to fuck that cute ass of yours? Tell me how much you want me to,' he teased.
'I want you to put that big hard dick right in me and fuck the hell out of me,' I said, my eyes watering slightly while I tried to give him a look that said I wasn't kidding around.
'First I want you to suck me for just a bit; every time I kiss that mouth of yours I keep thinking about that tongue licking me all over and bringing me to the edge. Then I want to tease you a little bit before I get inside you,' he sort of leered at me while he stroked himself.
I immediately pushed his legs apart and went at his balls, sucking each one and putting them in my mouth, all while he continued to stroke himself and he was moaning and moaning. Then I removed his hand and I shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat and started sucking him, sliding up and down his shaft while I fingered his ass. He was moaning a bit louder now and he was trying to reach for a drawer on the side table while I was backing off and then plunging him into my mouth.
'Oh, God, wait, Andy, fuck, hang on...' he was definitely reaching the edge so I backed off a minute.
He got out a condom and his hands were shaking while he put it on and I took the lube and put some on my asshole and fingered myself a little bit. I lay down next to him and he kneeled between my legs and lubed himself up over the condom and started fingering my ass himself, sometimes looking up at the ceiling and moaning.
Finally, he grabbed my legs and hoisted them up and the back of my calves were against his upper chest and he started kissing and biting my legs for a moment and then he plunged his cock deep inside me and I lost my breath for a moment, he was so huge. The slight pain subsided as I felt him start sliding in and out of my ass and he leaned down on me and my face was in his chest and he cradled my head and put his other arm around my shoulders and squeezed me close to him.
He was really started to moan loud and grunt while he rocked his cock inside me and moved his hips. I put my hands on his ass and squeezed it while he continued to move against me and moan. He then sat up and looked at me, his cock still inside me and said 'Jesus Christ, you are so tight and warm and I can feel everything inside you and you're so fucking hot, Andy - My God I've wanted you for so long,' and he pulled on his nipple rings while he said that and did that for a few moments and then he started pumping into me faster, holding my legs against his chest and he yelled 'Damn!' and I felt him plow hard into me and he was coming really hard and he kept slamming into me for about five or six more strokes. Then he stayed inside me and slowly moved in and out of me, clenching his teeth and still holding my legs. He finally pulled out of me and shut his eyes for a moment and then shook his head.
'You are out of this world,' he panted. 'I want to hold you all night,' and he climbed over me and took off the condom and threw it in the wastebasket next to his bed.
He lay back and I leaned on my side and traced my fingers around the tattoos on his stomach and kissed him there and he put an arm around me and pulled me on top of him and started kissing me on the mouth, really tenderly and stroking my hair and then he drew back and looked into my eyes.
'Will you stay here with me, just like this?' he looked at me with those blue eyes, making it hard for me to say anything but yes. I nodded and smiled and rolled off to the side of him, still held by one of his arms and I put my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat for a minute.
He pulled the blanket over us and said 'do you want to watch some TV and cuddle for a bit?' and I said yes and he grabbed the remote and we channel surfed and made some jokes about what we saw on there and I thought to myself, I really like this guy a lot. What's going to happen next? I could see myself here, hanging out with him, making passionate love, exploring his body more, getting to know him better, going out with him to shows and clubs and dinner and seeing him smile at me and hold me with those incredible arms. I could already feel myself getting warm and feeling really content right at that moment. I didn't really know him but I felt some sort of trust between us immediately. I looked up at him once to see if I could read his mind and he smiled at me and kissed my nose and squeezed me closer to him.