Chapter 1: Finding Mikey
"So Mikey, how do you think, you'll meet your love?"
Jamie had asked me. He was my best friend. At the age of 12, we had big dreams. I had realised I was gay after watching a guy give head to another in back alley. They both were incredibly hot, I had watched them for like 5 minutes. They had waved me from across the street when my dad had finally dragged me away. I instantly told Jamie and he hugged me. We had seen a tv show called "Finding Mason" recently where they showed how a gay boy named Mason had rough at school and even at malls, even his best friend James had turned on him when his friends had turned their backs on them. I remember what Jamie had said,
"You know James turned his back on Mason because he was gay, but I would never turn my back on you. I would always be there with you."
And we both had hugged again and cried. Jamie was a little mature for his age. Truly like he had wisdom, saying stuff that only a grandpa would say. And that's why I lived him so much, he knew stuff and I could defend him when we got in fight. Not gonna lie I was the mean boy before I met Jamie, then we became two best buds.
So, after few months of me telling me that I was gay, we were talking about how we would meet love. This was also the effect of a tv show, ohh the accidental bumps in, the girl slips, the hunk grabs her by waist and they lean like they finished dancing. Their eyes linger a bit and they both knew they were in love.
Now I know its cliche and not something that actually happens, but those innocent minds were dreamy and didn't know the harsh reality. Jamie told me, he wanted his future love to bump into him just like that. The girl he had crush on had just agreed to be girlfriend of another kid at school. So, he was kindaa sad and we were just imagining how our perfect love would be.
I thought a lot about his question. I hadn't thought about before, but I had seen on TV, Mason bumping into a guy in market, then again at coffee house. Both time didn't see his face, just heard him say "Sorry" as he helped gather his things off the ground at market or getting him to get coffee first. Third time he bumped into the guy at a corner. He recognised his shirt and the necklace around his neck, that's all he had noticed about him the other two times. He finally looked at his face. He was same age as him, with beautiful red hair, his bluish eyes sparkling, he had a freshness about him. Mason had just frozen staring at him. He saw the hair on the guy's head moving in slow motion, the smile on his face, the only sound of his heartbeat beating louder and louder. He was breathless until he put his hand on Mason's shoulder to see if he was okay as he wasn't responding to his voice.
I told Jamie about it and we both had laughed. Our eyes sparkling. We were sitting on the terrace looking the moon outside the window of my room. We had snuk out to look at sky as we both loved looking at the moon.
That was 13 years ago. And I had forgotten about it. I hadn't seen Jamie in years. He moved with his dad to another city before high school. We tried to keep in touch, but slowly drifted apart. Today was one of those days when I missed talking to him. I had again struck out on a date. All my dates have been going bad these days. I was about to turn 25 and I was still single. A single gay man only hooking up with strangers to get his rocks off. Waking up in strange beds, in hotel rooms, sometimes in weird neighborhood and that is my life right now. Can't invite anyone to my place as I live with a roommate who is always there in apartment with his ugly girlfriend. Its like 3 of us living together where only my room is the space that I get to use. Can't leave, as its cheap and I can't afford any place better than this.
I had a shitty day at the office like always. Boss yelling at me, seniors making fun of me and colleagues just enjoying my bad luck filled day. It just wasn't my day today. I left the building as soon as I could and walked on to a corner and light a cigarette with my lighter that had my initial on it. I fidgeted it and then put it back in my pocket. I opened Grinder and quickly find a nearby guy who wanted to hookup. I was overly stressed today, and knew had to get it out of my system. The guy looked cute. Nice build, muscular enough to be my type, cute smile, sparkly hungry eyes. Although I am versatile, but when I am stressed I like pounding a bottom. He sent me few fronts and lots of back nudes. His ass looked amazing, he was wiggling it in the short video call I did, just to make sure he was a real dude.
I grabbed a taxi and few minutes later I was knocking on his hotel room door. He opened the room in the same underwear he was wearing in the video call. Just the underwear, nude otherwise. He was in his early 30s, wore round glasses, with curly hair, and the way he walked bouncing his ass off, he was begging to be pounded, just what I needed. Without any formalities he grabbed my dick from my pants. He was horny as hell to. I undid my belt and soon my cock cane flying out. He got on his knees and licked the top and just in one leap got my 8" of thick piece of meat in his mouth. I could feel his throat. He was a complete whore. I took out my pants completely tossing it in side as he went on swallowing my dick again. I undid the buttons of my shirt and it hanged open while I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth.
He didn't complain. Instead he started gagging and choking on it on his own. The guy was expert. Its been long since anyone sucked my dick so well. I couldn't let this opportunity to go to waste and deep throated him. Moving my hip in a rhythm, fucking his mouth while my hands kept a tight grip on his curly hairs. He kept sucking my dick, just behind the door. His moaning and gagging must have been audible outside but I didn't care and neither did he. I dragged him to the king size bed, made him lie on his back with his head dangling down. I positioned myself and started fucking his mouth again. He had his hands on my ass trying to pull me towards him.
I kept fucking his mouth unhinged for good 15 minutes, before I flipped him and made him on his fours. He wiggled his ass at me again looking over his shoulder. I could see hungry look on his face. I slapped his cheeks harshly few times. It got bloody red. But instead of stopping me he was moaning like a bitch. I spread his cheeks apart and a well fucked hole came into view. I touched it first, forcing my dry finger slid inside. He jumped a little and moaned. I spat on his hole and then again started massaging with my finger and then forced two finger in. I started seeing inside his hole. He was getting loose already.
I leaned in and swapped with my tounge. I started licking and then sucking on it. Soon folding tounge and inserting in. After tongue fucking him for few minutes, I stood up behind him. Lining my cock on his lubed up hole and dove in. My cock was still rock hard slick with saliva and my precum. My cock is 8" and a bit too thick making it look like the handle of a baseball bat. I forced my cock in and with a scream that followed it, my cockhead was in. I spat on my shaft and pushed further in. And just few minutes later I had started moving my hips faster. Soon beast inside me, started to wake. All those anxiety and pent up emotions, frustrations just turned into rage.
I started taking out my dick and ramming into his hole. He was almost crying now. But didn't asked to stop. I pressed his head down and started pounding down. I got onto bed, forcing his ass up in the air and head on the pillow, like standing upside down. And I rammed my cock from above. Its one of my favorite positions to fuck. It gives the full access to ram cock deep inside and I just love the view. He had a full size mirror in front of bed. I saw us in the mirror. We looked hot entangled together. Merged at the hip, I admired the view. And then began ramming hard. He kept moaning and crying and I kept going. Soon he was on his stomach lying face down and behind him, I was thrusting harder and harder.
We finally ended up in the missionary. I looked at his face and his eyes were closed. The mix of pain and pleasure was visible. Not once he opened his eyes. I like looking into the eyes of people when I fuck. So kind of spoiled my mood. But I was horny, so kept going and after around 50 minutes of intense sex, I dumped my load in him. He was spent as well. I stood beside the bed, and he was on his back lying for few minutes catching our breathes.
"You can lock the door on your way out,"
He said without even looking at me as he handed me my underwear from the bed and reached to his phone. I took the underwear and got into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up, dried with the hotel towels and pulled my pants back on and adjusts my belt. A wave of profound loneliness hit me. I stood in front of bathroom mirror to fix my hair and looked at my reflection in a foggy mirror, feeling hollow. I stepped out into the cold afternoon air, holding my bag tightly, thinking about how far I have come from the 12-year-old boy who dreamed of a fairytale.
Walking away from a stranger's apartment with a hollow ache in my chest was standard. I couldn't even afford to wallow in it, because half my paycheck was already spoken for. Its not that I don't make good money, but half of it goes to student loan and rest to a nursing home where my dad is staying. He has Alzheimer. I can't be around him always, and I had to move to different city because of my work and he didn't want to leave the town. After a lot of arguments, he agreed to stay in the nursing home if he gets his daily visits to cemetery to visit my mom's grave and park where he met his friends. I had to hire a personal nurse to do all that and that just took all my earnings. So I have to scrape by what I got left.
Dad was happy there. Although, he forgets sometimes that I am not leaving with him anymore and when I call to check up on him, he asks when I am coming home. That breaks my heart and I cry afterwards but nothing I can do about it.
Anyway, I was telling you about the story and why I suddenly remembered it. I had just got off work, going through market someone had bumped into me, the notebook and few files in my hand had fallen on the ground. He helped me gather them and had said sorry. I had noticed a silver feather pendant dangling from a black leather cord, swaying right above the dropped paperwork. A hand in a rolled-up flannel sleeve reached down to hand me a notebook. I hadn't paid much attention to it but the necklace had stuck with me somewhere in the back of my mind.
I was stressed, so headed down to a local diner to get my coffee. I liked their coffee. Someone had bumped into me again. I saw a glimpse of the exact same navy-and-burgundy plaid pattern, smelling faintly of cedar and espresso. He was leaving and had bumped into me. I heard a quick, deep "Sorry," before the guy disappears into the crowd outside the door. I got my coffee, got out sat on a bench in the park near the pond watching little ducks swim while I drank my coffee slowly. This had become my routine kind of. I stayed there a bit, and then finally headed towards my loft. I was on the corner just before my colony when a guy bumped me again. Its been three time at three distinct places. The files went flying down. I kneeled down to gather them. I felt him kneeling in front of me, and I looked up. As my eyes followed from ground towards him I saw the same necklace and a hand, with the same navy-and-burgundy plaid pattern, rolled upwards.
"What the f**......"
Finally I looked at his face and I was about to yell. Half the sound of my words had just vanished as I saw his face. His blond hair, slowly flying in slow motion, his bluish eyes sparkling and a warm friendly vibe to him. He said "Sorry" looking apologetically. I couldn't help but smile. A lighting thought hit inside my head. This was exactly like the scene from "Finding Mason". All three bumps, I looked at him again, it was him, the same guy. And he looked familiar. He nervously smiled at me.
"Hi, I'm Mike."
I had introduced myself instead of yelling at him. I couldn't yell at the face like his. He looked so cute and innocent. Although it seemed he had been following me for like hours.
"Hi, Mikey, Its me."
Only Jamie had ever called me Mikey aside from my father. I instantly knew it was him. We had stood up at that point as we had gathered the files and notebooks. I hugged him practically throwing myself on to him.
"OMG Jamie, how are you. You look amazing. I didn't recognise you at all."
I hadn't seen him in few years. So hadn't recognised him. He wrapped his hands around me and hugged me tightly. We hugged for like good 15 seconds.
"What's with all this "Finding Mason" style bumping into me? When did your eyes become blue?"
I started asking questions back to back. He got nervous again. He but his lips and looked down for few seconds and then finally looked at me.
"Mikey, I really like you. I think I in love with you. I have been gathering courage for all these times. So many times, I almost showed up at your door, but I chickened out."
He said quickly in one breathe and took a long deep breath. Now I was blown away. I couldn't imagine my straight best friend who I hadn't seen in years confessing his love for me. I couldn't believe my ears.
"What did you just say? I don't think I heard you right."
I said looking at him confused. He looked really nervous now. Slight redness in his cheeks,
"Don't make me say it again."
He said in very low voice like he was hoping for earth to open up and swallow him instead of standing in front of me. I didn't know what to say.
"Where is this coming from? We haven't talked in like years. And how did you even know where I live?"
I had so many questions. He looked at me and said replied. This time he looked a little less nervous.
"I moved here, few blocks away just a few weeks ago. I saw you walking on the road. And all the feelings that I had been suppressing since childhood came rushing back. I thought to run to you, say I love you and hope you would kiss me. But you know how afraid I am of everything. I tried so many times to talk to you but couldn't go in front of you. I followed you home, office, diner, park sometimes. Now that I think about it basically have been stalking you for few weeks. Then I remembered the story you had told me about meeting your love, from "Finding Mason", you rememberright?? And I tried to recreate it. I freaked you out, didn't I?"
He said nervously and stepped a few step back and stepped on a rock, which made him slip and was about to fall, when I grabbed him. Somehow I had grabbed his waist, and with his heavy muscular build I was little leaned on him. Our eyes met. I remebered his love fantasy. I didn't think much and leaned in. Slowly our lips touched, the wet feeling of lips, he instantly reacted and we had our first sloppy kiss.
[To be continued...]
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