Apartment #9

-1-

We pulled into the Garden Moon about ten minutes later.  “I hope you like Chinese.  Do you?  We can go somewhere else if you don’t.”

I looked over at Tyler.  He was so considerate and sweet.  “This is fine.  I do like Chinese.”  He smiles at me, and I turn to get out of the truck, and we walk to the entrance.  In the plate glass window, I see our reflections.  Two men, about the same height, one muscular, dark, handsome.  The other, thin, skinny, scrawny.

Then a dark cloud passes through my mind.  He’s just being nice to get into my pants.  He knows a guy like me is going to have a cherry ass.  He just wants to use it and then move on.

“Are you OK?” Tyler asked.  “What’s wrong?  You seem sad all of a sudden.”

“I’m… it’s nothing.  Sometimes I just get sad for no reason,” I said.  That was a half-truth.  I got sad easily, but I always had a reason.  I wondered whether I should just tell him it wasn’t going to work.  I looked back at him.  All I wanted to do was kiss him.  Maybe I should wait until after we eat to tell him to take me home.  “I ate here once before,” I finally said.  “It was a lunch meeting for work.  I liked it.”

We went inside, and I ordered cashew chicken.  I wanted chicken with garlic sauce, but I was worried that I would end up with bad breath.  Tyler ordered string bean chicken, and once he surrendered his menu, I said, “Tell me about yourself.”

He chuckled.  “That’s a job interview question.  Am I applying for a position in your company?”

I smiled at him.  He was both attractive and funny.

“Is the boyfriend position open?”

“Never been filled,” I replied.

“That surprises me.”  He took a drink of the iced tea we had ordered.

It didn’t surprise me.  “I never found anyone who could take me for longer than five minutes,” I tried to smile, but I felt tears trying to force themselves to the surface.  It was true; people didn’t like me.  I was different.  So many words had been used to describe me, introvert, weird, loner, narcissist, freak.  I clenched my teeth together and tightened my jaw.

Tyler’s foot rubbed the side of my leg, and his hand reached across the table to touch mine.  “Those people must not have taken a true look at you.”

I laughed.  “How would you describe me then?”

“I see an attractive man who is shy, pensive, thoughtful.”

I continued to look into his eyes; they told me that he was telling the truth.  Our lunch arrived and interrupted the conversation.  The food was really good, and as we ate, Tyler gave me the choice between a virtual adventure and a real one.

“The virtual adventure is going to the movies,” he said.  “The real adventure, well, that will be a surprise when we get there.  If that’s the one you choose, of course.”

I took a big gulp of my iced tea.  “Let’s test my bravery and go for the real adventure.”

“Another reason I like you,” nodded Tyler.  “They’re adding up.”  Tyler insisted on paying for the meal.  “I’m the one who asked you out,” he said.  He was just so perfect.  Too perfect, I wondered.

“It’ll take us about thirty minutes to get there,” he said as we started.

“Then you’ve got plenty of time to answer the question you’ve been avoiding,” I announced.

“Avoiding?  Me?  Oh, the ‘tell me about yourself’ inquisition.”  He laughed as he said it.  “OK, but prepare yourself, it’s a tad boring.”

“I’m listening, and I will judge how boring it is.”

“Here goes.  I was born right here about twenty-six years ago.  My father worked at the cardboard factory, and my mother ran a machine in the dog food factory.  It was the machine putting the labels on the cans.  I was an above-average student, certainly not stellar, but I made A’s and B’s and after a degree in forensics from the city university, I joined the police force.  I’ve been there for four years.  

I kissed my first boy in high school.  He was a friend who wanted to give me a blowjob.  He told me he was going to go home and tell his parents that he was gay.  He never came back to school.  I heard he went to live with his grandparents after that.

I had a closeted boyfriend in college.  We went together for two years, and then he got a woman pregnant.  I’ve dated a couple of people in the years since, but no one seriously.

As far as I know, only two people on the force know that I’m gay, and from what I gather, no one else really gives a shit one way or the other.  People know I show up at social events by myself, and no one says anything, at least, not to my face.

And that brings me to yesterday when I met this really cute guy who had been injured at a cook-out.  The way he looked at me while water was pouring into my shoe and his concern for my shoe over his injuries told me that I wanted to get to know him better.

Of course, that’s not the end of the story.  I figure you’re going to help me write the next chapter.”

“Well, if I write it,” I told him.  “There will be a little more embellishment.  I bet you were good at writing abstracts in college.”

“Yeah,” I saw him smile.  “I was good at summarizing.”  He turned the truck onto a dirt road.  “It’s a little bumpy here.  There are plans to pave this road next summer.  I’m not sure how I feel about that.  I kind of like the rustic nature of the area.”

“It’s very pretty out here,” I admitted.  “Are we going on a hike?”

“That’s a great idea, but we don’t have shoes for a hike.  We could go on a walk.  We’ll have to come back on another day for a hike.”

“So what are we going to do here?”

“That’s still a secret,” he laughed.

“Is that your best evil laugh?” I asked.  

“I only do an evil laugh in the bedroom.”  Tyler looked over at me and winked.

I laughed and reached over to touch his leg.  He held onto the steering wheel with his left hand and grabbed my hand with his right.  Tyler drove a little faster toward our destination.

“Are you OK with a little boat ride?” he asked.

“I know how to swim, you know.”

“Yeah?”

“So you can’t take me into the middle of the lake and toss me over.”

“Why would I do that?” Tyler chuckled.

“To get rid of my body.”

“There are better ways to get rid of a body, and I don’t want to get rid of yours.  You’re fucking joking, right?”

I smiled at him.  We drove a few more miles down the road before he pulled into a driveway.  We pulled up to a travel trailer.  “My vacation home,” announced Tyler.  We got out of the truck.

“I like it,” I said.  “Do you ever invite friends for a sleep-over?”

“Honestly?”  He walked up to me with a serious, stoic, police officer stance.  “Except for my brother-in-law, you’re the only guy I’ve ever brought here.”  His eyes burned into mine.  I wanted to reach out and grab him and hold him against me.  But I wanted him to do it first.

-2-

We stood facing one another for a moment, then he said, “The boat’s this way.”  He turned and walked away.  I followed him to a small pier at the edge of a narrow tributary.

“Wow!  Tyler, this is cool.”

“So, does that mean that you're up for a ride?”

“I’m in your custody, Officer.  Are you going to send me up the river?”

“No, Ethan.  I’m taking you out to the middle of the lake.”  He pointed.  “It’s the other way.”  He laughed and grabbed me and pulled me to him.  

I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me.  I had never felt anything like it.  He was warm; I could feel the muscles under his clothes.  I felt safe on a level that I didn’t know was possible.  I knew at that moment that I could trust him.

We removed the canvas cover, and Tyler went back for a cooler.  He carried it as if it weighed nothing; he put it in the boat.  He pushed a life-vest at me.  “You may not get into the boat without it.”

“Where’s yours, Captain?”

He smiled and held up his.

“Hey, yours is a different color.”

“I’m the captain; you’re the swabee.  Now, get that cute ass of yours in the boat.  That seat is yours.”  He pointed.

I figured the passenger seat was mine and that he would be driving.  Tyler started the engine and untied the boat.  He revved the engine and pulled away from the dock.  We cruised toward the lake at a smooth but quick pace.

The surface of the lake was quite smooth as there was only a slight breeze.  We traveled to the center of the lake, and Travis shut off the engine.  “We’ll drift a bit, but we should be OK.  Here’s some sunscreen, and you need to wear a hat.”  He handed me a small spray bottle and a dark blue hat with the word ‘POLICE’ across the front.

I put the cap on and sprayed my arms and legs.  I turned to Tyler.  “Your turn.”

Tyler had already put his hat on and held his arms out.  I applied the sunscreen.  “How about a drink?”  He pulled two Cokes from the cooler and sat down on the seat at the back of the boat.  He put his left arm on the top of the cushion.  I took it as an invitation.

I sat next to him with no space between us. He began to rub my shoulder with his hand.  We sat like that, feeling the boat rock slowly back and forth.  The anxiety left me with each motion; I had no compulsion to clean or to straighten the collar on Tyler’s shirt.  Everything seemed right with the world.  I turned and looked into his eyes.  At that moment, I was willing to give him anything he needed, anything he wanted.

Tyler leaned his head toward me and kissed me gently.  His body pivoted and his right hand touched my chest.  His hand moved between the buttons of my placket, and his fingers touched the hard button of my nipple.  His hand continued down, unbuttoning my shirt as he went, and he slipped under the waistband of my shorts.  Fingers massaged my penis, and I grew hard in response.  

The thumb and index finger of Tyler’s right hand were under the control of a professional.  He applied the perfect amount of pressure as he moved them up and down my rigid shaft.  At the same time, his tongue gently separated my lips.  I opened my mouth and moved my tongue forward.  

“Push your shorts down,”  he commanded, and I obeyed.

With the freedom of movement, he began to show me how to treat a penis.  He applied saliva to his thumb and rubbed the frenulum of my penis with sensitivity and grace while his other fingers moved independently and with increasing pressure.

Our tongues began a ballet movement, and I moaned involuntarily to the pleasurable sensations I was feeling.  His lips began to press against mine with more pressure.  I yielded to his touch.  I had wanted to please him, but he had taken control, and I was the recipient.

My pelvis moved in brief thrusting motions, and Tyler pulled me even more closely to him.  I felt my muscles contract, and I spewed forth my cum with violent jerks of my cock.  I relaxed; several large puddles of ejaculate covered my lower stomach.  I wanted to grab a towel and remove the evidence of my enjoyable response, but Tyler released his grip on me.  He kissed each area and cleaned away my seed.

My breathing had slowed from the rapid rate at my climax.  Tyler moved back to his original position and held me to him.

“I hope that was OK,” he said.  “I couldn’t resist touching you.”

I had done nothing to deserve the wonderful treatment I’d experienced.  I looked into that handsome face, and tears of joy filled my eyes.

“Ethan?”

“I’m so happy, Tyler.”

He smiled.  “Then you’re going to love what happens next.”

Chapter 3:  Are things happening too fast for Ethan?