Sex 2.0

Time and tone…

“Ode to Boy” by Yazoo (You and Me Both, 1983, vinyl, Mute – Sire)

“53 Miles West of Venus” by The B-52’s (Wild Planet, 1980, vinyl, Warner Bros. (US) – Island (UK))

“Relax” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Welcome to the Pleasuredome, 1984, vinyl, ZTT)

I stand against the wall hidden in the darkness as I watch the first of the crowd go out on the dance floor. Those willing to go first and dance openly, with confidence. Or is it daring? If it is daring, do they dare the rest of us to follow? To come out of the darkness into the light and dance.

The club is new, just opened two weeks ago, but if feels old. There is a sense it has been here a long time. I know the reason. I stand in the high ceiling space of a former warehouse, the masonry walls graffitied and where previously painted, much of it has peeled off. It is an old space, a building built back in the days before so much we consider aspects of our modern world. There was little done in upfitting the space into a club. A DJ booth on a mezzanine, wood flooring in the center of the vast concrete floor, dark wood against dark stained concrete, and a few simple lights over it. Their white beams spin around, over the floor, the walls, and across the ceiling. But the sound system fills the space with base beats and a rhythm meant to bring out the dancer in all of us. It reverberates in the space, and I feel my heart race, keeping time with the rhythm.

I watch boys go out alone and begin to dance. I watch their movements. It’s trance like the way they move. A couple even appear to have their eyes closed. I watch with envy, wishing I had the courage to venture out into the lights, knowing the sound had to be better in the middle of the room. It was the place to be, the reason for being here. I see two boys smile at each other. Such a simple gesture. It speaks volumes. They circle each other and soon one speaks to the other, leaning in close, mouth right up to the other’s ear. I see how this will unfold.

The club isn’t a gay club, but I know the rumors. It’s ‘gay friendly’. Such a strange term, but I see the appeal. Plausible deniability. No, I wasn’t at a gay club they could say.

I kick off the wall and head to the bar. One drink isn’t enough courage, and I want another. The bar is back toward the front, and I pass through the rough opening busted through the masonry wall. It’s like escaping a ruin, coming out of the darkness into the light. ‘Save me’ I want to say, but instead I slip into the crowd at the bar and order that courage.

I stand at the edge of the dance floor. At the edge of the light. I watch the bodies move. I watch those two boys touch and smile and whisper to each other. I wonder what they say to each other, out there for all to see. Then I focus on the boys standing on the opposite side. Tall, short, skinny, heavy set, dressed casually, dressed for the night. But from where I stand, none seem average, but each unique in some small way. One moves out of the crowd into the light. He strolls onto the dance floor, looking at the others as if searching for his kind. Searching for those like himself.

I size him up. He is tall and lean and has dark hair. He wears a long black coat, open down the front revealing what I soon realize is a black mess shirt. I see the fair smooth skin through it. He begins to dance, and I notice his pants. Black, tight at the waist, loose in the thighs and tight in the lower legs, disappearing into black boots. Doc Martens with their gold thread along the sole. Is this what they mean by alternative? I like it, but it makes me feel underdressed. A black t-shirt and jeans. Simple but maybe too simple. I’ll have to do better in the future.

I watch him move. I stare, brazenly, desirously, seeking the courage to slip into his space. My cup is still half full, and I drink, seeking the confidence it will afford me. I don’t realize how bold I am being with my stare. Others may look away, but I meet his stare when he looks my way.

He smiles. I smile back.

I finish my drink and toss the cup into the trash, then take that first step. Then another. Until I find myself dancing under the rotating lights. Just one of the boys. There’s a tap on one shoulder and I turn to face him. He leans in close, mouth right next to my ear.

“I’m Cody.”

“David,” I reply.

“Will you dance with me?”

“Yes.”

I followed Cody up the wood stair to the second floor of his apartment building. It’s an old building of red brick and only eight apartments. The wood floor creaked and the freshly painted walls showed multiple layers of paint. It was quaint, comfortably old, and I could see why he would live here.

Cody swung his door open and stepped to the side to let me enter first. Through a small foyer I stepped into the living area. One lamp dimly lit the room giving it a warm glow. Three windows looked at the adjacent apartment building across the drive, and below that a radiator unit for heat and I wondered how well it worked in winter. I stood behind the sofa that faced the windows and could see Cody in our reflection. He came up behind me and I felt hands hold my waist.

“I’m glad you came over,” Cody whispered.

“Me too,” I replied.

We spoke in hushed voices. It seemed necessary for the hour was late, sometime after three in the morning. We had been sweaty from dancing when we left the club and I wondered if this was a good idea. To be with someone after getting so messed up, but I knew it was a foolish thought, for he was the same as I.

He kissed the back of my neck as the hands moved around my waist, over my stomach and up my chest. He pulled me against his chest and suddenly I felt alive as I had dancing with him earlier. My heart raced in my chest, and I felt almost short of breath as his hot exhales caressed my neck.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” Cody whispered.

I merely nodded my head and let him lead me by the hand to the room that faced the street. It was a small bedroom but there were French doors facing the street and opening out onto a small balcony. He let my hand go, leaving me standing by the bed as he went to open them.

The warm night air rushed into the room. I closed my eyes to it and when I opened them, Cody stood in front of me.

We kissed, touched the other, then Cody began to undress me. I stood impatient as my shirt fell open, then Cody slipped it off my shoulders and down my arms. Despite the warmth, I shivered. I watched his fingers undo my jeans, then hands tug everything down. Cody squat as he pulled them down and I was soon lifting one foot then the other for him. I stood naked. Aroused. I grew more aroused as hands moved up each leg. I watched one hand move to my cock, fingers circling it, stroking it, manipulating the head, then holding it straight out. I shuddered with the manipulation. I watched Cody move to it. A kiss on the head, then the swipe of tongue, and I cried out. I moaned when those lips slipped over head and down the shaft, taking nearly all of me.

“Fuck…Cody…don’t stop,” I uttered.

I watched him move on my cock. The feel of it staggered me and I braced myself on his shoulders. My cock sank into his mouth, then came into view, over and over, until I was hard as rock and getting close. I closed my eyes savoring the feel of his mouth. Then I was bobbing in the space between us, glistening wetly and achingly hard.

Cody stood and I saw he had removed his shirt and his pants were around his ankles. His cock was half hard, and I reached for it. It lay heavy in my hand, and I closed my fingers around it and began to stroke it. It grew larger and became hard as rock. Cody began to push it through my fist, and I wanted to touch him in other ways. I leaned forward bringing our lips together and with my other hand touched his chest. I rubbed upward, raking over the hard nub of nipples.

“Let’s get on the bed,” Cody uttered breathlessly as I smeared the slick over the head of his cock.

I followed him to the bed as he backed to it and moved to the center. I moved between his legs on my knees and took each as he held them up for me. The hairy legs stickled my skin then rested heavily on my shoulders. I moved closer and rubbed my leaking cock up and down his ass. From sac to opening, I rubbed the spread ass until Cody was squirming and moaning. I put my leaking cock to his opening and felt a push back.

“You want me?” I uttered.

“Please…” Cody replied.

I pushed, slowly, feeling the tight squeeze on the head of my cock. Fighting the urge to shove forward, I ease my cock inward until the head was inside of him. The tightness is painfully pleasurable. I want to feel more of it and ease deeper into his hole. I feel fingers dig into my thighs as half my cock disappears inside him.

“Don’t stop…keep going,” Cody urges.

I push deeper.

I push until my abdomen is pressed against his ass and I savor the feel of it. The soft heat of his hole and the tightness of the opening around the base of my cock. I push tight against his upturned ass and lean over his prone body and kiss his neck. I kiss below the ear and along the smooth jaw. I kiss his lips as I pull outward, just a little, and push back in. He moans into my mouth.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I tug outward, hips rising upward, then I push inward, all the way burying my cock into his hole. He shudders beneath me, and it urges me to keep going. I tug outward again and push inward, over and over, until in a steady rhythm. I feel it, the primitive nature of my movement, working my cock inside his depths. The bed squeaks, then rocks in rhythm to our fuck. The room closes in around us. It seems to move and breath with our fuck. Cody’s cries and pleadings echo within it.

I rise to my knees, hook his legs into the elbow of each arm and move back over him. I fold him in half, and it lifts his ass into perfect position. I sink into his depths and fuck. Fuck hard, fast, smacking flesh against flesh. The room grows hot, and I sweat as muscles burn with my exertions. I feel hands move slickly over my back. One hand cups the back of my neck and pulls me down until our lips touch.

I fuck until close, my cock aching for release, but its too soon. I don’t want this to end, not now. I pull out and sit on my heels and feel my cock flex up and down.

“Roll over,” I exclaim, my tone urgent and commanding.

Cody rolls to his stomach and I watch his ass rise up like he’s a bitch in heat. I move over him and bury my cock into his depths. I lay heavily on his back, bearhug him around the neck and grind cock inside his depths. I tug outward and shove inward, a slow steady pace. I feel like a serpent undulating over its prey. I feel feverish, sweat trickling down my face, and all along the contact between us, I sweat profusely. I move slickly over him.

Then I come in his depths. I shudder and jerk with each ejaculation. Then I hold my spent cock inside him and fall still.

As my breathing settles to normal, I roll to my back feeling my chest and stomach cool with the exposure to the air. I reach over and rub an ass cheek, wondering if Cody will let me have him again. He stirs, sits up, and smiles at me. I see his cock, hard, the head wet, and know we’re not done yet. He moves over me, straddling my waist. He grinds his ass down on my cock, then rocks back and forth. I harden again, grow aroused.

“I want you inside me again,” Cody utters. He throws his head back, stretching his torso. Hard cock angles outward and I take it in hand and stroke. He works his hips to thrust it through my fist and I feel his ass move over my cock. Back and forth until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck Cody, sit on it…take me,” I exclaim.

I watch him sit up and rise on knees. I see a hand reach back and take me. Held vertical, I watch his ass lower until touching my cock. He doesn’t stop but takes me. Downward he moves until I disappear inside of him.

“Goddamn…you got me again,” I cry out.

Cody moves on my cock. Up, then down, over and over. His pace increases until our fuck is so physical, I fear the bed can’t hold us. It squeaks and rocks violently as he rides my cock. It bangs against the wall. His ass drops all the way down. It squeaks and rocks away from the wall. His ass rides up my cock. It bangs against the wall. His ass drops all the way down.

He leans back, torso stretched back, skin glistening in the dim light. I run a hand up his stomach. The skin is slick and hot. I run my hand down, until my fingers enclose around hard, thick cock. I stroke it, feeling the slick smear down the length of it. He shudders and slams down on my cock. I stroke him and he rides my cock. He leans back until resting on hands and works his ass faster, rougher, slamming it down on my cock. He thrust upward, pushing his cock through my fist. I’m so close I can’t let him stop.

“Fuck” I exclaim. “Fuck, keep going.”

He turns red in the face and sweat covers his body. His torso tightens, revealing every muscle. Then he shudders and thrusts upward, pushing his cock through my fist as it erupts. Cum flies into the air and rains down on him. I feel it flex with each ejaculation, and I tighten my grip. He shivers and jerks and thrusts upward again as cum dribbles out of the slit. It’s slick and hot and I can’t get enough. Even the scent of it is overpowering.

I put a hand on each of his thighs and push down as I come. I come hard, painfully, jerking and shaking with each ejaculation as I pump myself dry into his depths.

Then I fall back as he rolls off me to his back. We lay side by side, heaving for breath for a long time but eventually we’re breathing normally.

The room is quiet.

“Let’s shower and…will you stay and sleep with me?” Cody whispers.

I turn to him and see the silhouette of his head, the face in shadow.

“Yes. Let’s go get that shower.”