David Tate
The late afternoon sun baked the asphalt of the path, and Austin felt the heat through the thin nylon of his running shorts. He took a long swallow from his water bottle, the plastic crinkling in his grip. The shorts were a deliberate choice, dark blue and clinging, worn without anything underneath. He liked the feeling of freedom, the way the fabric moved against his skin, and more importantly, he liked the statement it made. It was a uniform of sorts, a signal to those who knew how to look. He leaned against the iron gate of the park entrance, one leg bent, his hip jutting out, a posture of casual invitation. He was scanning the faces of the men walking past, a silent conversation happening with each glance, a flicker of interest or a quick look away. He was hunting.
A shadow fell over him, and Austin straightened up slightly. A police officer, older, maybe in his fifties, stood before him. The man was handsome in a way that only came with age and authority; his uniform was crisp, his jaw firm, his eyes a clear, observant blue. He looked familiar, but Austin couldn't place him. The city was full of faces he'd seen in moments of crisis or fleeting pleasure.
"Austin, right?" the officer said, his voice a low rumble.
Austin nodded, wary. "That's me."
Officer Jeff Watson, according to his nameplate, gave a small, knowing smile. "I thought so. Jeff Watson. We met a few years ago."
The memory clicked into place, sharp and unpleasant. A night of shattered glass and screaming. His mother, drunk and hysterical, his stepfather roaring back. The slapping, the punching, his step-father on the floor, bleeding. The sirens. The police. Austin, seventeen, sitting on the front steps, head in his hands, until a calm voice had cut through the chaos. This was the man who had sat with him, who had spoken to him in a low, steady tone until the CPS car had arrived.
"You were there the night my mom and her husband had their little domestic dispute," Austin said, his voice flat.
"That's the one," Watson confirmed. "I waited with you until social services showed up. Your uncle Mike was there, right? They deemed the home safe."
"Yeah. Mike was there." The words were a stone in his mouth. Safe was a relative term.
Watson’s gaze dropped, taking in Austin’s stance, the way his shorts were cut, the subtle definition of his thighs. His expression wasn't judgmental, but it was deeply concerned. "You're playing a dangerous game, son."
Austin’s jaw tightened. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on," Watson said gently. "You're standing here, practically naked. Your posture, the way you're looking at people... you're either looking for a pick-up or you're trolling for a paying customer. Either way, you're going to attract a bad element."
The words hit their mark, but Austin refused to flinch. He just stared back, feigning a confusion he didn't feel.
Watson sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Look, I don't want to see you get hurt. Whether it's for money or for fun, this park isn't the place for it. Not after dark, and not like this." He held Austin's gaze for a moment longer. "Go home, Austin."
The command in the officer's voice was undeniable. Austin felt a flicker of the old resentment, but it was smothered by the man's obvious sincerity. "Alright," he mumbled. "I was planning on taking a walk through the park anyway."
"Good," Watson said, nodding once before turning and walking back toward his patrol car. "Stay safe. Be home before dark."
Austin watched him go, the easy confidence draining out of him. He pushed off the gate and started into the park, the officer’s words echoing in his head. He wasn't looking for a bad element, he was just… looking. But maybe Watson was right. Maybe the line was thinner than he thought.
He walked deeper into the park, the path winding past manicured flowerbeds and ancient oak trees. The sun was lower now, casting long, dancing shadows. He passed a few joggers and a couple walking a dog, his earlier confidence replaced by a restless agitation. He was about to turn back, to head for the safety of his own apartment, when he saw him.
Sitting on a bench about a hundred yards away was a man. He was maybe thirty, with dark, slightly curly hair and a lean build. He was staring straight ahead, lost in thought, an open notebook resting on his lap. But he wasn't writing. His hands were still, his pen untouched. There was an intensity to his stillness, a profound loneliness that Austin recognized instantly. It was a mirror.
A slow smile spread across Austin’s face. The encounter with the officer faded, replaced by the thrill of the hunt. He adjusted his shorts, making sure the fit was just right, and began to walk toward the bench. He didn't hurry. He let the man, David, notice him approaching. When he was a few feet away, he stopped directly in front of him, blocking his view of the path. David's gaze was level with Austin's hips, with the clear, undeniable outline of his cock pressing against the thin nylon.
David blinked, his focus slowly shifting upward until he met Austin's eyes. He cleared his throat, his voice a little hoarse. "Is there a reason you're showing me your dick?"
Austin let the smile widen. "He's lonely," he said, his voice a low purr. "And you look lonely. I thought you might want to be friends."
David's cheeks flushed, but he didn't look away. "In other words," he said, a wry twist to his lips, "you want a blowjob."
"Sure, doesn’t every guy?" Austin said easily.
"And what do I get?" asked David.
Austin lowered his voice to a near-whisper, as if confessing a great sin. "Besides some… creamy custard?"
David swallowed hard.
Austin continued to smile. “Anything you want. What’s making you blush like that? Tell me what you want.”
"I haven't been fucked since college. And I've been thinking about how much I liked it."
The raw, unvarnished admission sent a jolt of electricity through Austin. This was it. This was the real thing. "Take me back to your place," he grinned, "and I'll drill your ass in any and every position you want."
David's eyes lit up with a desperate hope. He stood up, snapping the notebook shut. "I live in the apartments at the far end of the park. Follow me."
They walked in silence, the distance closing with every step. David’s apartment was on the third floor, overlooking the park. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, the energy in the room shifted. David turned to him, his nervousness palpable.
"Every position?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Name them," Austin said, kicking off his shoes.
"From behind," David started, his eyes wide. "Doggie. Face down. Reverse cowgirl. Side-by-side. Missionary."
Austin let out a low, genuine laugh. "You've thought about this, haven't you?"
"All the time," David breathed, the words full of years of pent-up longing. He took a step closer, his hand hesitantly reaching out to rest on Austin's chest. "Please, slow and easy. Make it last."
Austin didn't need any more encouragement. He closed the distance between them, capturing David's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. David melted against him, his hands fumbling with the hem of Austin's shirt. Austin broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head, revealing his smooth, toned chest. He then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down and letting them pool around his ankles. His cock, thick and already hard, sprang free.
David stared, his breath hitching. He sank to his knees without a word, his eyes fixed on the rigid length of Austin's shaft. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. The touch was tentative, almost worshipful. Then he took the head into his mouth, his lips stretching around the girth. He sucked, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his hands gripping Austin's hips for support.
Austin combed through David's hair with his fingers, guiding his rhythm. "That's it," he groaned. "Take it all." David obliged, his nose pressing against Austin's pubic bone as he deep-throated him, his throat working. The wet, heat of his mouth was incredible, but Austin had a promise to keep.
After a few more minutes, he gently pulled David to his feet. "On the bed," he commanded. "On your hands and knees."
David scrambled to obey, positioning himself in the center of the bed, his ass high in the air, a silent offering. Austin retrieved a bottle of lube from his discarded shorts pocket and knelt behind him. He drizzled the cool gel over David's tight, puckered hole, watching it clench in anticipation. He worked one finger inside, then two, scissoring them, stretching the tight muscle. David moaned, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more.
"Please," he begged. "Give me your dick. Now."
Austin coated his own cock with lube, then positioned the head at David's entrance. He pushed forward slowly, sinking inch by inch into the tight, welcoming heat. David cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Austin filled him completely. He paused, letting David adjust to his size, before beginning to move.
He started with a slow, deep rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the quiet apartment, punctuated by David's guttural moans. Austin gripped David's hips, his thumbs digging into the firm flesh, using the leverage to drive himself deeper, hitting that spot inside him that made David cry out with every thrust.
"You like that?" Austin grunted, his voice raw with exertion. "You like my dick filling you up?"
"Yes," David gasped, his knuckles white where he gripped the bed sheets. "Oh, yes. Don't stop."
Austin had no intention of stopping. He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming harder, faster. He watched his cock disappear into David's ass, the sight slick and erotic. He could feel the tension coiling in David's body, his muscles tightening as he neared his peak. Austin reached around, wrapping his hand around David's neglected cock, which was leaking pre-come onto the duvet. He began to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
It only took a few pulls before David shattered. He threw his head back and yelled, his whole body convulsing as he came, thick ropes of semen spilling over Austin's hand and onto the bed. The clenching of his ass around Austin's shaft was too much. With a final, powerful thrust, Austin buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself deep inside, a wave of pleasure so intense it left him shaking.
He collapsed onto David's back, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. For a long moment, they just lay there, a tangle of limbs. Austin was the first to move, slowly pulling out and rolling onto his side. David whimpered at the loss, his body still trembling.
Austin propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at him. David's face was flushed, his eyes closed, a look of blissful exhaustion on his face. "We're not done," Austin said, his voice a low murmur. "You wanted every position."
David's eyes fluttered open, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his lips. "You're a man of your word."
"I am," Austin confirmed. "Now, roll over. I want to see your face when I fuck you."
David complied, shifting onto his back. He drew his knees up to his chest, exposing himself again, his hole already slick and red from their previous coupling. Austin knelt between his legs, guiding his semi-hard cock back to David's entrance. He was still sensitive, but the sight of David so open and willing was enough to stir him back to life.
He pushed inside again, this time the glide was effortless. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of David's head, and began to move. This position was different, more intimate. He could see every flicker of emotion on David's face, the pleasure, the awe, the raw need. He lowered his head, capturing David's mouth in a searing kiss, their tongues did a tango as he set a slow, deliberate pace.
"Tell me what you want," Austin whispered against his lips.
"You," David breathed, his hands coming up to rest on Austin's shoulders, his nails digging into his skin. "Just you. Like this."
Austin obliged, his movements fluid and deep. He was hitting David's prostate with every stroke, and David was writhing beneath him, his cock hardening again between them. Austin could feel his own orgasm building again, a slow, insistent burn. He reached down and began to stroke David in time with his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect sync.
This time, when they came, it was together. David cried out his name, his body arching off the bed as his second orgasm ripped through him. Austin followed him over the edge, his own release pulsing deep inside David's ass. He collapsed on top of him, his face buried in the crook of David's neck, their hearts beating a frantic rhythm against each other's chests.
They lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Finally, Austin rolled off, pulling David into his arms. David nestled against his chest, his head resting on his shoulder.
"Thank you," David whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Austin just tightened his arm around him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty hair. He didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. He had let David believe that he was in control of what he wanted. David began to breathe softly; he had fallen asleep.
A memory flashed into his head. CPS left. Officer Watson just finished saying, “Call me if you need anything.” Mike closed the door and locked it behind him. Austin was standing if front of Mike in that bug and rat infested apartment.
“It’s OK, Austin. We’re alone, and we can do anything you want. There’s no one here to interrupt us.”
“You let me think I was in control,” Austin growled.
“What?” David stirred awake.
“It’s nothing,” replied Austin. “I’m going home now. You sleep well.”
“You can stay,” said David. “I’d like you to.”
And that’s why I can’t, thought Austin as he gathered his clothing and headed out into the darkness.
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