Epilogue
Alex POV
Drinks at Adam and Ted’s…
It was so cool of Adam and Ted to invite me over for a drink. They probably felt sorry for me, but I needed to make new friends, so with my bottle of Shiraz in hand, I knocked on their door, and Ted answered with a smile.
Alex, I’m glad you decided to come over. Please come in. Come through, we’re sitting outside on the back deck since it’s a nice evening. I followed Ted to the outdoor area, where they had a cute outdoor setting with a lounge, a few chairs, and a TV on the wall. There were 2 other guys already there, a 30s redheaded guy who reminded me a bit of Jeff, tall with a bit of a gym body.
The other guy took my breath away. I could instantly see myself on the ground with my face in his crotch. He was this beautiful Māori guy, younger; he must have been 19 or 20, with brown hair, a bit shorter, he looked fit in a white t-shirt that stretched over his chest; he had this confident look on his face, and our eye contact was one of those that lasted a little longer than necessary.
Adam got up and gave me a hug. Hi Alex, I’m glad you came. He introduced me to the other guys, Brian and Wayne. Brian’s visiting his family, but he comes from your home city, Melbourne, he says, and this is Wayne, he’s a local, he lives in the area. I shake Brian and Wayne’s hands and sit down next to Wayne. Ted comes out with a bottle of wine and pours me a glass.
We started chatting, and sometime during the next hour Wayne seemed to have magically shifted closer to me, with our legs touching. Wayne’s leg pressing against mine sends a subtle warmth through me, and I find myself acutely aware of the other man’s proximity. The conversation flows easily, something about Brian’s work in Melbourne, Adam making jokes about Milo’s obsession with stealing food from the deck table, but my attention keeps drifting to the point of contact between my thigh and Wayne’s.
Wayne turns to me with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “So, what brings you to Auckland? Ted mentioned you’re fresh from Melbourne?”
I take a sip of wine, buying myself a moment. “New job opportunity, mostly. Needed a change of scenery.”
“Fair enough,” Wayne says, and there’s something in his tone that suggests he understands there’s more to the story than that. He doesn’t push, though, which I appreciate. “Well, you picked a good area”, he said. “There are plenty of great restaurants and bars around here. “You should check out Karangahape Road when you get a chance,” Brian was saying. “It’s got that same vibe as Chapel Street, you know? Bit grittier, but the bars are solid.” Oh, nice, I told him, I will definitely check that out.
After a few hours, I started to feel a bit tired from all the unpacking and furniture moving. I was starting to feel a bit tipsy as well, since I hadn’t had much to eat during the day. I told everyone I was going home. Wayne looked at me and said, he should make a move as well, I’ll walk out with you.
We said our good-byes and headed down the road towards my place, so where do you live? I ask Wayne: I’m in the next suburb, an easy walk from here, he says. We reach my place, and he looks at me and says how about one more drink before I head home. I hesitate at my front door, key in hand. The wine has made everything feel a bit softer around the edges, and Wayne’s presence beside me is warm, magnetic. Part of me knows I should say goodnight, should lock the door and process the day alone. But another part, the part that’s been numb since I left Melbourne, wants to feel something other than the ache of loss.
“One more drink,” I say, turning the key in the lock.
Wayne follows me inside, and I’m suddenly aware of how sparse the apartment still looks. The couch and chairs are arranged, but the walls are bare, and there are still boxes stacked in the corner. It feels honest somehow, this unfinished space.
I move to the kitchen and pull out a bottle of red wine from the rack. My hands are steadier than I expect as I uncork it and pour two glasses. When I turn back, Wayne has made himself comfortable on the couch. I pass him the wine and sit next to him, cheers I say, to new friends, to new friends, he says.
Over the next few minutes, we make small talk, Wayne gives me a long stare and moves in, oh shit, I think, I’m excited when his mouth reaches mine, he kisses me, I’m surprised at the tenderness, usually younger guys are all about rushing in and getting caught up in the heat, but he’s actually pacing himself nicely. My hands moved down to his crotch, fuck, he was hard as a rock.
I slipped down onto my knees and pushed my face into his crotch, mouthing his cock through his jeans. He moaned, “Oh fuck yes”, I unzipped him and pulled out his beautiful, uncut cock. It had to be at least 8 inches. I love the feel of a foreskin when stroking a hot man.
I stuck my tongue out and started licking his cock, I pulled back his foreskin and licked the head. I started to swallow his cock; I got halfway down and had to stop for a breath. Wayne’s hands find the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair with a gentleness that contrasts with the urgency building between us. I breathe through my nose, focusing on the weight of him in my mouth and the slight saltiness of pre-cum. His hips shift slightly, not pushing, just seeking, and I take him deeper.
“Fuck, Alex,” he breathes, and hearing my name like that, like he means it, sends a spike of heat through my chest.
I pull back, catching my breath, and look up at him. His eyes are half-closed, his jaw slack, and there’s something almost vulnerable in his expression. It’s a stark difference to the confident guy who’d sat next to me on Adam and Ted’s deck. “You’re beautiful,” Wayne says, and his hand comes down to trace his fingers over my face.
I pull back, stroking him with my hand, my lips wrapped around just the head. I’m hyperaware of everything: the texture of the carpet beneath my knees, the weight of his hand on my head, the way his hips are starting to move in small, controlled thrusts.
I take him deeper again, finding a rhythm that works, my hand working the base of his cock in tandem with my mouth. Wayne’s breathing gets heavier, I pull off and start to lick his balls, fuck, I love a man with a full ball sack. Wayne moans louder as I’m mouthing one ball then the next. I start licking from the base of his cock to his taint and back to his cock again. I swallow his cock again, and I can tell he is getting close; his hands on my head are getting a little tighter.
He starts with small thrusting up motions, trying to get more of his cock down my throat. I take his cock deep, oh fuck, he says, I’m cumming, I feel his cock throb, and he starts to unload down my throat, I lick up his cock getting the last remnant of cum from his slit. He smiles at me with a goofy grin and says, that was awesome, Alex, thanks. I kiss his cock one more time and get up and sit next to him, giving him another kiss and letting him taste the last bits of his cum.
I tell him I really am tired now and need to get to bed. Yeah, I’ve got to get going, he says, I need to get up early tomorrow for work. I walk him to the door and then quickly crash in my bed.
1 year later
Jeff POV
It was late on a Friday night down on K Road, where all the gay bars in Auckland are. We ended up at Ink, where we were having a great time drinking and dancing. Adam and Ted were here with Alex and me, plus a few of Alex’s and a few of my workmates. We were celebrating; it had been a year since I moved to New Zealand to be with Alex after the mess I made of our relationship in Melbourne.
I had taken Alex out during the week to one of his favourite restaurants, it was a complete surprise to him, but halfway through the meal, I took his hand and put the small ring box in his palm and proposed to him, he looked at me seriously, for a moment I thought he was going to say no, but he laughed and jumped up and said, yes, yes, yes. I took out the ring and put it on his finger. We kissed and had the attention of a few of the tables around us, who started clapping.
I had moved in with Alex probably 3 months earlier. It had been a little bumpy at first. After our first coffee date, I could tell it was going to take a lot to convince him that I was loyal to him and would never cheat on him again. I am pretty sure he was stoked that I had packed up, sold everything, and moved to Auckland for him; if that wasn’t a declaration of love in itself, I’m not sure what is.
The music pounds through Ink, bass vibrating through the club as I watch Alex across the dance floor. My fiancé, God, that word still sends a rush through me. He is laughing with one of his workmates, drink in hand, looking more relaxed than I have seen him in months. The ring catches the strobing lights, flashing gold.
It’s been a year. A year of rebuilding, of proving myself, of waking up next to Alex and feeling like I’d been given a second chance I probably didn’t deserve. The move to Auckland was supposed to be the grand gesture, the thing that would finally convince Alex I was serious. But the real work happened in the quiet moments, the conversations where Alex would ask me questions about why, about what I was thinking when I cheated, about whether I could ever be trusted again. I take a sip of my beer and let myself feel the weight of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.
As we both worked in the city, I would catch up with Alex for a coffee either in the morning or the afternoon. Alex was acting a little strange and said he had heard from Ben. Apparently, his mum and dad were getting divorced. Ben wasn’t sure how, but there had been some video footage of Max in the middle of one of his gang bangs, a blindfolded guy in the middle of a room was being fucked by Max and another guy at the same time, and it had been emailed to his wife. She had gone ballistic on him, immediately asking for a divorce and kicking him out of the house that day. Ben had to put him up at his place, and he was driving Ben nuts.
I asked Alex if they knew where the footage came from. He looked at me with a strange expression, and all he said was that it came from an email address [email protected]; they didn’t know who that was, and they hadn’t been able to trace it, as it had been deleted shortly after. I had a sneaky feeling Alex might have known more than what he was saying, but I definitely wasn’t going to bring it up……
Stay tuned for a one-off Max’s story where we hear Max’s POV… this isn’t going to be for the faint-hearted…. lol
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