Is Popcorn an Aphrodisiac ?

There is one man at work who knows that I'm gay, or at least there's only one whom I've told.  Gary knows because I told him when he came out to me.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  Someone at work who would be supportive, someone at work with whom I wasn't romantically interested.  As he put it, "like a brother you can count on when things aren't going well or will celebrate good things without the worry that happens with romantic entanglements."

For the most part, it's been a positive experience. The only downside is his relentless invitations to join him on Friday nights. He 'loves to party', and those are his words. He has admitted to me that many of these Friday night parties are merely hook-up parties. There have been a few orgies, and he loves to fill me in on exactly what went down (or who went down) at these get-togethers.

Knowing that I absolutely did not want to participate in an orgy or an unprotected-sex hook-up get-together, Gary put a lot of pressure on me to join him on the 3rd Friday of the month meeting of his gay singles club. I figured that relenting one time might get him off my back. A few years had passed since my last relationship went south. He had cheated, and I was ready to start looking at possibilities and finding someone I could trust and love. And with that, I agreed to attend the next meeting.

Friday finally arrived, and I can readily admit that I was getting butterflies. We planned to have a light meal before the party. If either one of us found someone to spend more time with, we would leave the other to go have another bite to eat, go to the movies, etc.

At ten after five, Gary showed up in my office in a bizarre outfit. "Hey, Tom, you're not ready?" I was taken aback by his tight shirt and even tighter pants. His pants appeared to be part spandex.

"Honestly, I am very ready," I told him.

"But you're not dressed."

"This is what I'm wearing, Gary."

"Tom, my boy, Tom, you cannot go to a party dressed like that."

I locked my computer, got up, clicked off the light, and locked the door to my office. "This is what I'm wearing. Let's go to Ben's. I want a small order of potato skins."

"Oh, Tom, you're going to leave the party alone."

"If my clothing keeps me from getting a date, then the guys at this party are shallow shitheads."

Gary rolled his eyes. We got on the elevator, went to the parking garage, and I drove us to Ben's. Gary tried to tell me how important my choice of clothing was to get a date. And this from a guy wearing stretchy pants.

As I walked into the meeting/party, I knew I didn't fit in with this group. Before we entered, Gary asked me if I wanted him to introduce me around or if I wanted to mingle. I chose to mingle, so he disappeared while I was still standing in the foyer. I'd never seen so many tight-fitting pants and short-shorts. I think the shortest short was on a man wearing a muscle shirt that read "Cum in me bro." He had the type of build that could get away with a shirt like that, so I didn't understand his need for that type of advertisement.

I spotted the area where the guys were getting drinks, and I chose a sealed bottle of water. I thought I would circulate through the room and then head out. I was about halfway through my route when I noticed a familiar face. It was a guy who worked at Lowes. I'd seen him in the garden center. I figured he was in his early twenties. As I walked closer, what I had always noted as stubble was a neatly trimmed circle beard. His blond hair confused the issue from a distance. I'd always thought he was attractive, but he always gave off the appearance that he was quite busy with his tasks. The one time he assisted me he seemed completely disinterested.

I approached him and saw a glint of recognition in his eyes and blushing of his cheeks. Was he afraid I would tell someone I saw him here?

I spoke softly. "You seem as uncomfortable here as I do." I took a sip of my water.

"Ya got that right." He looked down at the ground.

"I was invited here by a co-worker, and this isn't my crowd." I looked over toward the door. He didn't respond. "Yeah, I think I'm going to go."

"I'll join you." He moved quickly to my side and then led us to the door. Once on the other side and away from the cacophony of voices, he looked at me and touched my forearm with his fingers. "My cousin invited me, and he said I couldn't leave alone. Thanks for saving me from that. It's not my scene, that's for sure."

I was about to offer him a ride home when the door opened, and a man with olive skin and hair that hadn't been combed all week stepped out. "You leaving, Scott?"

Was this his cousin, or was it some guy who'd been hitting on him? Scott seemed stunned into silence, so I stepped between. "Scott's with me, and yeah, we're leaving." Scott slipped his arm inside mine.

"You sure, cuz? He seems like a bit of a tight-ass to me, and not in a good way. I bet he doesn't even have any weed."

"I don't do that," Scott was emphatic.

"And I don't need drugs to have a good time," I added. "You ready, Scott?"

Scott smiled for the first time; well, the first time I'd ever seen him smile. We walked together arm-in-arm to my car. "Are you going to take me home?"

"Do you have your car here?" I asked him.

"No."

"Then I guess I'm taking you home. First though, how about something to eat? My treat. You've already given me more fun than I've had on any date."

"OK." Scott was back to the serious face I'd seen him with at Lowe's.

"How about some fried catfish at Aunt Edna's?"

"You mean 'World Famous Aunt Edna's Restaurant and Pool Room?" He said it with little inflection, as though he were correcting me for not using the complete title.

"That's the one. I don't eat catfish very often, but hers is the best."

"I've never eaten there. I've always wanted to try it."

Again, I felt that he was disinterested. His tone, his mannerisms, his facial expressions made me feel like a taxi driver rather than someone I was about to have dinner with, someone I wanted to know better.

During dinner, I asked questions; he answered. I found out that he lived in a small apartment that was part of his parents' garage. His father worked overseas and only came back to visit twice a year. His cousin knew he was gay after rifling through his hidden computer files. He thought his mother and brother might suspect, but he had never said anything to them. He had once sexual experience, a boy he'd fallen in love with in high school. He'd performed blowjobs on the guy, but because the guy wore braces, he'd never received any. He found out after graduation that he'd been used. I figured that explained some of his guarded behavior.

Just as the meal was ending, I asked him what kind of movies he liked. I discovered a shared interest in sci-fi.

"My favorite movie's from the 50s is "It Came from Outer Space," he said with just a little bit of emotion in his voice.

"I like that one, too," I agreed. "There are so many good ones from the 50s. It's hard for me to choose which is my fave."

"How about picking one from the 60s?" He lifted his eyebrows and his lips curled into a smirk.

"Can you even name a sci-fi movie from the 60s?" I countered.

"Well, of course, I can. Can you?"

"You go first. Name one, and then I'll name one."

"Planet of the Apes."

I was impressed. "That's one of the best. I love the book, but it's different."

"I don't read very often. I struggle too much, and I don't enjoy it. I like being read to, though."

Was that a request? Was it a way for him to ask to spend time with me without actually asking. Maybe he was afraid of rejection. I decided to go for it. "Next time I start a book, I'll read it out loud for you. It'll be fun to discuss it as we go."

"You would really do that?" There was disbelief in Scott's voice.

"Of course I would," I told him. "I'll even let you pick the next book. There's just one condition. It has to be one I've never read or haven't read in a long time."

"I can do that." The corners of his mouth did a small upturn, and his blue eyes seemed to twinkle. "So, what about that list. How about Fantastic Voyage? I always thought that one was fun."

"I barely remember that one. I think I saw it when I was a kid."

"If you're not sure, we can put it on the list to watch." I took out my phone and started a list in my Cozi app.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making a list of movies we should watch. Anyway," I said in a sinister tone. "It's your turn."

"Is the old 'Time Machine' from the sixties?"

"Yeah, I think so." I tried to remember whether it was from the late fifties, but I decided it was from the early sixties."

"Oh, I know," Scott said rather enthusiastically, "Alien and Star Trek."

"I'm pretty sure Alien is from the seventies. I know the TV show is from the 1960s, but the movies were from the eighties, weren't they?"

"Hmmm," he paused. "Do you want to watch 'It Came from Outer Space' with me? I have a copy of it at home. I can pop some popcorn."

His eyes lit up when he asked me, and even if I had early plans the next day, which I didn't, I would have still said yes. And it wasn't just because he seemed so excited about it, I did want to spend more time with him. "It sounds like a lot of fun."

"Better than that party?" There was laughter in his voice.

"Let me think about that. I wouldn't want to be unfair. Maybe I should hold off my rating until after." I winked at him; I was surprised that I did, and I noticed his cheeks get a little pink.

As we pulled into the driveway, he told me, "Park behind the white pick-up. It's mine, so I know you won't have to move your car for anyone."

Scott didn't strike me as a pick-up kind of guy, but I imagined him getting out of the truck in a pair of jeans, a work shirt, and work boots. My dick got hard. 'It's too early for that,' I told myself. 'You've just met him. Get to know him better.' I hoped he hadn't seen me adjust myself after getting out of the car. We walked straight ahead, and he opened a door next to a garage door.

The room was larger than I had expected. It contained a sofa, a rather large flat-screen TV, and a small table and two chairs in the corner.

"Home, sweet home." Scott smiled. "This is the living room. Follow-me." He led us into a smaller room with a twin bed. "And this is the bedroom. That door is the bathroom in case you need to... um..."

"Go to the bathroom?" I smiled and chuckled.

"Yeah, or wash your hands." He laughed as well. "This last room is the kitchen. I keep my little dining table in the front room." He went to the sink and washed his hands before getting some popcorn out. He set the microwave for two minutes eighteen seconds. "I found that this setting makes the best popcorn."

As he placed the bag in the machine, I washed my hands. He retrieved two bowls from a cabinet. "We can share a bowl," I told him.

"Oh. OK. I wasn't sure you'd want to." His voice quivered.

I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice. "I want to."

I sensed a rush of nervousness come over him. He turned and put back one of the bowls. "I have cans of Coke in the fridge. Do you want a glass?"

"No. The can will be fine." I reached up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, everything's OK. Why don't I get the cans?"

"You can put them on the end tables; they're cheap plastic, so it won't hurt them. Why don't you have a seat, and I'll be there in just a minute."

I did as he asked, and he came into the room only moments later with a big bowl of popcorn. He handed it to me and then went to the cabinet under the TV. I hadn't noticed his ass before. It wasn't a bubble butt, but I could tell that it was firm and muscular. I'm sure he got a workout every day at his job. He started the disc then turned and looked at me. I could tell he was trying to decide something. He grabbed the remote and sat right next to me. We were in contact from hip to thigh.

"Is this OK?

I moved my arm to behind his back with my left hand at the level of his waist. "Is this OK?"

He leaned his upper body closer to me. We seemed to fit together.

"This is perfect," I told him. He looked up at me. I took a piece of popcorn and I held it to his lips. He reached out with his tongue and took it from my fingers. I kissed his ear. "I'm afraid that if I kiss you on the lips, I won't be able to pay attention to the movie."

The movie was paused on the menu screen.

Scott pushed the green button on the remote, and the TV and DVD player turned off. "We can watch it tomorrow."

I adjusted my head and brushed my lips against his. I felt him shudder as he reached his left hand up to rest it against the right side of my head. His kisses were gentle. I ran my fingers through his hair. He had the softest hair I'd ever felt. I dropped my hand to his knee and began to massage his inner thigh with my thumb. He moaned, and with his lips slightly parted, I ran my tongue across his upper lip and probed into his mouth.

He continued to kiss me as I moved my hand farther up his thigh. I brushed across his crotch and could feel his rigid penis trapped within. My hand slipped under his shirt, and my fingers ran across his nipple. He shuddered again. His respirations were fast and shallow. "Tom, I've never done this. I wanted to."

"Tell me what you want. Don't be afraid to tell me anything."

"I want to feel your skin." He looked at me with moist eyes.

I looked deep into his, and for the first time in my life, I could see past his eyes and into who he was. We locked gazes for several seconds before I was compelled to pull off my shirt. He slid his over his head and place his chin against my sternum. I felt kisses as his head moved up. He kissed my chest, my neck, my chin, and finally my lips. I pulled his tongue into my mouth and his chest against mine.

Scott's chest was moderately hairy and as he rubbed it up against me, my dick swelled even more. My fingers explored his back and found their way to his ass. They were held tightly against his skin by his underwear and pants. I squeeze, and his tensing and gasping made me gasp as well.

His hands had discovered my nipples, and he put his mouth over my right nipple and began to play with it with his tongue. I freed my hand and pushed his legs apart. The palm of my hand rubbed against his hard cock. Feeling it twitch made me want it in my mouth. I pushed Scott back onto the seat cushions of the sofa. I hovered over him, holding myself up and kissing him hard on the mouth before traveling down to his pants. I ran my tongue around his belly button and down his treasure trail. I started to unbuckle his pants when he stopped me.

"No, Tom. I haven't showered since this morning."

I stretched out over him again and let my tongue dance along his jawline. "We can stop here," I whispered.

"I don't want to stop. Let's go shower. Please."

I stood up, pulling him up with me. "Of course." I pulled him to me, and I could feel his hardness push into me as I felt mine push into him.

He turned and led me to the bathroom. As the water warmed, we removed our pants. I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled him to me. I leaned in and licked the rim of his ear. "I want to suck you." I felt him shudder as he took in what I said and what it meant.

Pulling me into the shower, he squirted a handful of body wash into his hands and began to lather my chest. I followed his lead, and once his chest and abs were covered, I began working on his back. I took care when cleaning his shaft and balls. I didn't want to get him too excited and overstimulate his cock.

We finished in the shower and began to help dry one another off. I got on my knees to dry Scott's lower parts, and I couldn't help putting his dick in my mouth. Most of it fit without difficulty; although the last inch required swallowing it into my throat. I enjoyed the feeling as it passed that last little hurdle. I can't say I'd had a lot of practice with swallowing dicks, but throating a cock seemed to come naturally to me. Scott squirmed as his head slid that last little bit, and he let out a little squeal. I didn't want him to come just yet, so I stopped and stood up.

As Scott patted dry my dick, he looked up at me. "I didn't realize it was so big. I'm not sure I'll be able to swallow it."

"It's only a little longer than yours," I reassured him, "and I don't think it's as thick. You don't need to swallow all of it. We've got time for you to practice Try putting just the head in your mouth for now."

He did just that. With his tongue playing around the edge of my head, I felt the pre-cum ooze out. He pulled off. "Wow, Tom, I like the taste of that. Yours seems sweeter than mine."

"I thought yours was perfect."

Scott smiled as he stood up. He laced his fingers with mine and drew me out the door into his bedroom. Instead of heading to the couch. He took me to his bed. He stood next to it. I expected him to tell me what he wanted, but he stayed silent.

"Sit here on the edge," I patted the bed with my hand. "Now, lean back." With his feet on the floor and his head resting in the center of the mattress, I pushed his knees farther apart and got between them. I went down on his still rigid shaft. With all the suction I could muster, I moved up and down with increasing rhythm. I sensed the flow of his pre-cum; the taste of it mixed with my saliva was superb.

I could hear Scott groaning between clenched teeth, and it excited me. I began to apply more pressure with my tongue. His cock jerked in my mouth, and his hands grabbed the side of my head. He filled my mouth with his seed. The saltiness mixed with the sweet of his precum. I swallowed what he gave me happily before moving onto the bed and turning him.

His head now rested on his pillow; I pushed his knees out and away from me, and I licked his ass pucker. His hands hit the bed and he sucked in a deep breath. I moved my hands up to grasp his, and once again, our fingers interlaced. The entrance to his hole quivered with the movement of my tongue, and I forced saliva into it. The tiny squeals continued. I pushed my tongue into the center, and his hole opened and closed in sync with my tongue thrusts.

Scott began to move his hips up to meet my tongue, and I knew that I would need to stop soon and jerk myself before I lost control and shoved my dick into him. I hadn't expected this and had no condoms with me. Still holding onto his hands, I pulled my head away from his trembling pucker.

"Don't stop, Tom. Put your dick in me."

"Scott, I can't. We don't have any protection."

"I trust you, Tom. If you weren't clean, you'd tell me."

With that, I pushed my dick into him. It slid in as if it were made for me. Scott moaned a 'yes', and I began to slowly fuck him. It was a gentle, easy motion. I looked into his eyes and saw how he wanted me. I knew I wanted him. His tongue moved toward me, and I touched my tongue to the tip of his tongue. Electricity seemed to shoot through me, and I felt me ejaculate leave my body as I never had before. With each forward thrust, another load of cum moved from within me to within him.

Scott grabbed my ass and held me tightly against him. My dick was in him as far as it would go. I wrapped my arms through the bend of his knees and under his shoulders. I kissed him over and over. I felt our bodies as one, and we were floating. The room seemed to go dim, and I felt one more squirt of sperm leave me.

We continued to hold one another tightly. My cock, still hard, penetrated him completely. "I don't want to let go," he finally said.

I smiled. "And I don't want you to let me go. I feel like we're floating."

"Tom, will you stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, of course. And will you spend tomorrow night with me."

He didn't need to answer; I saw it in his eyes.