Do it!

I stood on the sidewalk at the arrival level waiting on the taxi to pull to the curb. I was late, the damn flight delayed in taking off, then it sat out on the tarmac waiting on God knows what before pulling to the gate. I hated conventions, had told my boss this back in February when he hired me. But the bastard gave the flimsy excuse no one else was available, and he had committed to going with his wife to Rome. So here I stood, on the sidewalk at Charlotte Douglas Airport waiting on the taxi I had called as soon as the plane came to a stop.

It was a convention for marketing, and I was not even in the marketing department. I was a graphic designer, and nothing was more distressing than going up to strangers and trying to make some asinine connection that led to sales and more profits.

“Fuck” I uttered looking at one taxi after the next drive by with someone in the backseat

Registration started over three hours ago and ended in an about thirty minutes, along with the catered ‘meet and greet’. I wouldn’t even have time to grab a free meal out of it.

The hotel was a hive of activity and I saw name tags for two other conventions and the one I had been forced to attend. I stowed my bag and rushed to the escalator making my way up to the second level. There was no one at the registration table so I had to wait until a disinterested guy came out of the room carrying a small plate of appetizers and a cocktail.

“You need to sign in?” he asked.

“Yes. My flight was delayed.”

“Yeah, happens, name?”

 “Scout, Garrison Scout McKinley.”

“Okay, just sign here and here is your name tag and program for the convention.”

 “Thanks. Looks like they’re shutting down in there."

“Yes, it ended fifteen minutes ago. But there will be a complimentary breakfast in the morning.”

“Okay,” I replied, glancing at my watch seeing it was indeed after eleven.

Back at the front desk, I waited on two women seeking directions, then a guy who wanted to switch rooms, only to be told the hotel was full. I stepped up and gave my name.

“McKinley? I don’t have a reservation for a McKinley.”

“No, that can’t be right. My boss, James Richardson, had his secretary change his reservation to me.”

“I see a cancelation but no reservation.”

“Scout!” someone called my name. I was too flustered to consider who it might be. I turned and for a minute tried to make the person behind me be the person I knew from high school.

“Derrick?”

“Hey, man. Damn it has been…what? Five years?”

“Since that graduation party at Cheryl’s.”

 “Oh man, that is right.”

 “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you. One of these damn conventions. I take it you got here late, and things are fucked up?”

“You have no idea. Delayed flight, then sat on the tarmac for almost an hour, and I get here and find my boss’ secretary canceled his reservation but didn’t make me one.”

“Sounds like she is out to get you.”

 I laughed, the first time all day.

“Hey man, you could crash with me. There is only one bed, but it is a king.”

“I don’t know. I should just look for another hotel.”

“There are three or four conventions going on and there is a home game on Sunday. You’re not going to find a room in downtown. Come on, we can catch up.”

It felt like a trap. I felt like he was opening the door for something, what, I wasn’t sure. But Derrick knew I was gay. I had come out the fall after graduation and word had spread fast among my classmates. The small town didn’t have the population for someone like me to get lost in. But there was something else I pondered. Would it be like last time.

“Okay, sure, but I’ll buy dinner for you tomorrow night after the convention.”

“Deal. I know a great steak and seafood place on the other end of downtown.”

I smiled at how Derrick made it such a simple arrangement.

“Come on, I’ll show you your accommodations. I’ve got a second key card in the room.”

The elevators were busy, so it took a few minutes to finally be going up. As the light showed the changing floors, I remembered the last time I was in a hotel room with Derrick and wondered if he remembered as well. We were still in high school and by some miracle, talked our parents into letting us drive up to State to catch a baseball game on campus. There were three of us: Derrick, John, and me. I had often wondered what would have happened if John had not been with us. Sometimes I fantasized about it.

We had gotten a case of beer from a convenience store outside of town before heading up (yes, very much illegal), and once in the hotel room proceeded to drink most of it. Derrick had slugged back two before I had gotten halfway finished with my first. By sometime after midnight, the three of us feeling no pain, we had gone down to the pool and swam around in our short pants. Despite warnings to Derrick to be quiet, he had been too loud, and we ended up rushing back to the room before anyone came.

In the airconditioned room, the temperature cranked down by John, we were shivering as water still dripped from our hair and trickled down bare torsos and legs.

“I’m showering first,” John exclaimed rushing into the bathroom.

“Fuck, hurry for I’m cold,” I had replied.

I’m still not sure how quick it happened but at some point, I turned to see Derrick kicking off his boxers, the wet shorts already on the floor. I’d seen him naked before in P.E. but this time it was different. To see him so unabashedly standing before me tugging on his cock.  My eyes went up and down the lean muscular body. The skin looked so smooth and firm, like only a teenager on the cusp of a man could have, and after a short time, the cock began to grow longer, thicker, and Derrick seemed to relish my discomfort as he did nothing to prevent it. Instead, he kept manipulating it. I could still hear what he had said, just before John came back out. Goddamn I’m so horny. If only…

John had come out at that moment and the sentence hung in the air.

If only: I thought of it often after that night and how John came out and told Derrick to stop being a perv and to go shower. After showering, me being last, I came out to find I had to choose who I had to bunk up with. I looked at Derrick and the grin that spoke to my fears and desires, then over at John who was playing on his cellphone. I chose John. It was the safe choice.

“Your room, sir,” Derrick joked as he pushed the door open and waited on me to enter first.

It was a hotel room, like most others. A king bed and a small table with two chairs on one side and along the other wall, the console with drawers and a large flat screen television. On the walls, the typical bad mass produced artwork.

“Go ahead and use the bathroom first,” said Derrick.

“Thanks,” I replied, setting my suitcase down and digging out clean boxers, gym shorts and a tank top, the things I liked to lounge around in.

I stayed in the shower too long, but my mind kept drifting back to that night in the hotel. Derrick had to remember it, although probably not as vividly as I. He probably blew it off as teenagers just being rowdy. When I finally climbed out, dried off, and dressed, I came out to find Derrick on the bed in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. He was flipping through channels on the television while sipping what looked like bourbon.

“Finally,” he uttered giving me a long look, then turning back to the television. “I thought I was going to have to call rescue to come save you. There’s a bourbon on the nightstand for you,” nodding his head toward the far nightstand. “There’s not shit on television.”

“Yeah, we have hundreds of channels and less to watch that is worth a damn,” I replied while moving around the bed and picking up the bourbon. It was straight, not even ice to dilute it.

You’d think they would give us some halfway decent porn to watch, if nothing else,” Derrick uttered, flicking through several more channels.

“Porn? It’d be that soft porn shit and you’d hate it so much it wouldn’t do anything for you,” I joked, glad there was none on the hotel’s system, even the bad stuff.

“I guess it would bore you,” Derrick replied, looking around at me as I settled on the bed next to him.

“Huh?”

“All the pussy. I know you prefer something a bit different,” Derrick replied, chuckling at his own reply.

I suddenly grew nervous, Derrick finally bringing up the fact I was gay.

"Do you have a problem with it?”

“Hell no, didn’t in high school either.”

“High school? I didn’t come out until freshman year at college.”

“Scout, it was obvious to anyone who paid attention. Luckily for you and guys like you, most don’t pay attention to shit. You have to tell them.”

So, he knew, or claimed he knew back in high school, and that night in the hotel room took on a new meaning.

Derrick slugged back the last of his drink and hopped up off the bed.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay. I’ll just channel surf while you’re gone,” I joked.

But I didn’t. I lay there, propped up against the head of the bed thinking of Derrick. I wondered about his body, what it was like now that he was five years older, twenty-three instead of eighteen. It was obvious the upper body had filled out, a muscular build to the chest and shoulders. And he needed to shave more, the chin and jaw no longer gapped and sparse, the beard coming in solid.

I reached over and turned off my lamp throwing the room into darkness, only the television illuminating it. Derrick had stopped on a baseball game on the west coast, and I began to watch. The pitcher with a goatee and eyes that looked blue or green under the tightly rolled bill of his cap. The first baseman with a nice round ass and a habit of adjusting his crotch constantly. The catcher, who when he jerked his face mask off to catch a foul ball, revealed a baby face. Then there was the guy warming up, body twisting and turning, and I imagined him doing that on a bed during sex. I was so into checking the guys out, I hadn’t heard the shower stop or the bathroom door open.

“Who’s winning?” Derrick whispered. His voice was so low it hadn’t disturbed me or caught me off guard. I just turned to it then froze.

Derrick stood with only a towel around his waist and using another to dry his dirty blonde hair. Standing there bare chested, I could really see how his upper body was better than I imagined. Pecs well defined and a stomach I thought only existed in muscle magazines and hardcore porn. I was staring and knew it.

“You know I was always sorry John had been with us,” said Derrick tossing the towel aside he had been using to dry his hair. “Have you ever wondered about that night? What could have happened.”

“Sometimes,” I lied, knowing I thought of it often.

Derrick pulled the towel from around his waist and tossed it aside too. Cock hung heavy, partially aroused, and the nuts hung long and loose. Derrick tugged on his cock, and I could see the head widen and it grow in length.

“I do too,” said Derrick coming closer to the bed, the light from the television reflecting on his skin. Smooth, firm, tight over his muscular body.

“Are you toying with me?” I asked.

“Are you toying with me?”

Coy and sarcastic and at a time like this. Derrick hadn’t changed.

“Do you really want to mess around with me?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you done it before…with a man?”

“No, but I’ve thought about it. I think about it with you and that lost opportunity to see what it would be like.”

“You want freak out afterward?”

“Jesus, Scout, relax. It’s just sex and if it feels good then what can be so wrong with it. I just want to find out. Are you willing to show me?”

I looked at Derrick as he went from toying with his cock to openly stroking it. It was hard, thick in his hand, and I looked at the cock with its flared head, imagining it inside me, then up at his face. There was no judgment, no worry, or anxiousness. He just looked open to the whole experience, as if it were no big deal, something he just needed to try. I nodded as I sat up. I pulled the tank top over my head and tossed it on the nearest chair. I leaned back and began to push my gym shorts down.

“No, let me,” Derrick exclaimed, and he was suddenly on the bed on his knees next to my legs.

I raised my ass as his fingers took the waistband of the gym shorts and boxers. He wasn’t going to drag it out. He tugged everything down and I helped him get each foot free. He tossed everything carelessly across the room and ran a hand up one leg.

“It tickles.”

“What?” I asked.

“To feel a hairy leg. So different from a woman. It tickles my palm and feels good,” as his hand moved up my thigh.

I wondered if he would hesitate to touch me. But he didn’t, not for a second. That hand went right to my cock and began to manipulate me. I was hard as rock in no time, and he kept stroking me.

“It feels different…another man’s cock,” Derrick whispered.

“Will you take it in your mouth?” I asked, hearing how it sounded more like I was begging.

Derrick leaned to it, touched the head with his tongue then he put his lips to it. I watched gasping for breath as my cock disappeared between those lips. I shivered at the feel of the warmth enveloping me. The slickness of it and how my cock moved over the tongue. I pumped with my hips in a slow steady rhythm, pushing up into his mouth. It made me so aroused, so hard, my cock ached for released.

His head moved up and down and I struggled to control my breathing with the feel of it. Even his hair hanging down brushing my skin was a stimulation. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of Derrick Johnson, big stud jock from the class of 2017, sucking my cock. His rhythm was off, and occasionally a tooth caught at the edge of my cock head, but it felt so damn good I didn’t give a shit if he bit me.

“Derrick…I’m going to cum,” I uttered as I shoved upward.

Derrick held the base of my cock with his lips locked over the head. I pushed upward, once, twice, three times, then came. I shuddered with my release as I gushed cum into Derrick’s mouth. When I was spent, I felt the suction of him swallowing, then watched him lift his head with a grin.’

“Has an odd taste, doesn’t it,” Derrick uttered.

“Yeah, but I like it.”

“Show me,” Derrick replied rolling to his back next to me.

I held Derrick in a tight grip at the base and stared at what was still exposed. Four inches or more of thick cock with a flared head. I kissed it as a tease, then tongued it feeling Derrick shiver. I licked up and down the exposed portion, then sank it in my mouth sucking and tonguing it until Derrick was pushing upward. I removed my hand and sank my mouth down taking nearly every inch, then I began to move my lips up and down the shaft. Hands came to each side of my head, the fingers combing into my hair then balling up into fists. Derrick held my head firmly and began to pump his hips. Slow, then fast, then slow again, he fucked my mouth. Drool ran down that fat cock and I used my tongue as much as I could. Derrick soon was shoving upward, hard, I knew he was close. The cock thickened, the head flared wider, then mouth was flooded with cum.

I moved up next to Derrick on my back and stroked my still hard cock. He pushed my hand away and stroked me. He rolled toward me, and his tongue swirled around my ear, ticklish and arousing. I flexed in his hand. Then I felt him kiss my neck, along my jaw, and I wondered if he would really do it, kiss me on the lips. His lips were soon pressed against mine as Derrick moved over me. I felt his strength, the weight of his masculine body as it undulated and moved on top of me. I kissed him back and ran hands up and down his sides, then over his broad muscular back.

Derrick moved to my ear again, kissing and tugging on the earlobe. Then he whispered with an urgency I recognized.

"Can I? Can I fuck you?”

“Yes, do it. Do it,” I uttered in an exasperated rush.

He rose to his knees and manhandled me. Holding me by the legs, he dragged me close, then spread my legs and pushed down. I folded in half and felt the firm press of each leg against my chest. I felt my ass lift off the bed and spread open for him. Then I felt that thick cock touch me. I moaned and clutched at the bed. I shivered at the feel of his lips on my neck then kissing me again. I cried out into his mouth as he squeezed through my tightness, penetrating me with that cock. I felt it bore into my hole, inch after inch. It felt twice as long, as it sank into my body. The fullness of its penetration made my own cock flex and drool onto my stomach.

Then he began to fuck. Powerfully, with long full thrusts. He fucked and fucked until our skin was hot and slick with every contact. He fucked with a brutal rhythm, hips banging against my ass. It rocked me in rhythm with his fuck and pushed my aroused state to the breaking point. I had to slow him down. It was too soon.

“Roll over,” I uttered, pushing against his chest.

Derrick rolled to his back, and I never lost that cock, moving with him until sitting on it. I leaned back resting on my hands and began to move my ass up and down. I was loosened to it, could move easily on it, and I fucked my ass on it with a furious pace. I bounced my ass off him when I slammed down on his cock. My own cock flopped heavily against my stomach leaving a trail of slick. A hand took it and raised my head to see Derrick stroke it with a rough rhythm. I pumped my ass up and down and Derrick quickly realized he only need to hold his fist around my cock. I pushed my cock up through that fist, then slammed my ass down on Derrick’s cock. Over and over, gaining speed as I grew more aroused. This time there would be no holding back. Not this time. I pumped my hips until my body looked pumped. Muscles strained beneath the skin, burning with my exertions. Then I felt the surge of release. I slammed down on Derrick’s cock, then shoved upward. I came as my cock slipped slickly through the fist. Thick wads arcing in the air and raining down on my neck, chest, then finally my stomach. I didn’t slow, kept fucking myself, shuddering with every ejaculation.

Hands grabbed each thigh and shoved me down and held me in place as Derrick tried to push deeper into my ass. He shuddered beneath me, cried out, and filled my ass with his cum.

We showered together, giggling, and joking around like teenagers. Then I slept soundly next to Derrick until the alarm clock woke us. We skipped the convention the next day, instead exploring the city neither of us knew, until we found ourselves in a funky little neighborhood at a microbrewery.

As promised, I bought dinner at the restaurant Derrick had referred to then we went back to the hotel for a repeat of the night before. The next morning, both of us packed ready to head to the airport, me to Atlanta and Derrick to Austin, we checked the room one more time then went downstairs to the lobby to take the shuttle to the airport. We talked about our lives since high school, then talked in vague terms about our weekend. At the airport, I had to go to C concourse and he to A, so we stood for a moment staring at each other. Then Derrick laughed, out loud, loose and friendly.

“Scout, it has been so good to see you. I wish we were closer but then again, I know I could never give you what you really want. I hope you don’t have any regrets. I know I don’t.”

“No of course not. I enjoyed seeing you and…well, you know.”

“Oh yeah, I know. I’m hot in bed,” Derrick joked then he surprised me one more time. He hugged me.

“Let’s keep in touch, okay?” Derrick whispered into my ear.

“I’d like that,” I replied.

Author's Note: Due to traveling for business and starting up new projects, it may be some time before I can post again. But for those that like my tall tales, I'm working on a Halloween series, with a few stories typed up or started. Therefore, come October, we will be posting a few twisted tales.