Searching

He smiled as he took a small bite of the brownie. Lucas Anthony Martinez had a very sexy smile. His bright white teeth contrasted with his tan skin and gave him a bit of a glow. I looked around the restaurant and thought that things seemed quiet for a Friday night.

The previous Friday had seen more people in the restaurant. I was seated on the other side of the room with a man named Joseph Perry. He was an incredibly good-looking man who worked out regularly and thought he was a gift to humanity. He had droned on and on about himself and his abilities. He had insisted on picking me up in his new Land Rover, and when we stopped at my apartment after the day, he reached for his overnight bag. He was incredulous that I didn’t want him to stay the night. He insisted that I was missing out on a great experience, and he didn’t seem to understand what I meant when I told him I’d rather fuck a weather-worn ax handle.

But this date was different. I was expecting a quiet evening with the new shy guy from work. It turned out that he was interesting and cute. He was also my tenth Friday night date in four months. Most were just guys that I didn’t click with, and except for Joseph, all of them agreed that we were both nice people and might be friends, but nothing more. Lucas was also shy. I could tell he was making an effort to engage me in conversation, and sometimes that was a bit awkward. I was trying to decide whether to have sex with him tonight or to ask him out again. Was he also that shy in bed?

It had been over a year since I’d been to first base with anyone. And longer than that since I'd been inside anyone. Would that dry spell alter my interpretation of a night with Lucas? Was I overthinking things?

“Lucas,” I started.

“I should have told you to call me Luc. No one calls me Lucas. I’m sorry; I interrupted you.”

“It’s fine. Luc, I get the feeling that you’re a little shy.”

His eyes immediately dropped to stare at his plate.

I reached over and placed my fingers on his. “It’s OK.” Wow, his fingers were warm and soft. I rubbed my index finger down the length of his middle finger and onto the back of his hand. He looked up at me. “Your hand is so soft.” I didn’t tell him that the softness of his hand was increasing the hardness of my dick. I continued to stare back into his dark eyes.

The waiter walked up, and Luc pulled his hand away. The waiter looked at him and whispered, “Hey, man. It’s cool.”

Luc was looking at his plate again. I nodded at the waiter, “Thanks. I pulled my card from my pocket and handed it to him. He looked at Luc again as if he were going to say something else, then he nodded at me and left.

“Hey,” I said in a low voice. “We’re OK.”

“I guess that each time I start to feel comfortable, something shakes me up. I know that this isn’t like back home.”

“Luc, do you want to go back to my house to watch a movie instead of the theater? It’s alright with me if you do.”

“I wanted to be brave and go out in public with you instead of hiding.” His voice had a defeated tone.

“You aren’t hiding. You’re out in public now. You need to do what you’re comfortable with.”

“You won’t be disappointed if we watch a movie at your house? Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered it if I weren’t comfortable with it.”

The waiter approached the table again with my receipt. Luc looked up at him. “Sorry about earlier.”

The waiter smiled. “No apologies needed, bro. I get it. No need to be embarrassed or ashamed either. You have a great evening.”

We got up and went out to my car. Luc was quiet. I started the car, and I noticed that he looked over at me. I turned toward him.

“Dan, I like you. I kept hoping you’d ask me out, and I want to go out with you again.”

“This date isn't over,” I told him.

“I know, but if I go home with you now, will you think less of me?”

“I don’t understand,” I told him. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“A guy who messes around on a first date is a slut; I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”

I smiled. “So, if we went to my house and messed around, I’d be a slut?”

“Well, I didn’t mean that.”

I took Luc’s hand. “Slut is just another name in the name-calling game that people use to try to control and belittle people. If you were ever called names as a kid, think about what the name-caller was trying to do.

“We’re going to watch a movie, and if I hold your hand like this. Or if you decide to hold mine, then it’s just two guys trying to make a connection.”

“And if one of us wants more to happen?” Luc looked out the windshield.

“If it’s only one of us, then nothing will happen, but if both of us want more, then we’ll talk about it. And to sort of answer your question, I actually think more of you for being willing to talk to me about this. We’re just starting to know each other, and it’s not easy to put things out there.” I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed the back of it. “I like how soft your hand is.”

Luc smiled and looked at me. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

Once we were at my house, I asked Luc to pick a movie. He said he liked older musicals. I had three in my small collection, ‘The Wizard of Oz,’ Singin’ in the Rain,’ and ‘Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.’ I let him know that we could also check TCM on demand. In the back of my head, I hoped he would pick Seven Brothers. The guy who played Benjamin was so hot that the last time I watched it, I had to pause it for a jerk-off session. I went to get us some drinks and some zucchini wedges for snacks.

When I came back in the room, he was holding up… the box holding my ‘Outer Limits’ collection.

“I saw one of these once,” Luc said with a smile in his voice. “I’ve always wanted to watch more, but could never access one. Is it alright if we watch one now?”

“Of course. I never get tired of them. Some of them scared the shit out of me when I was younger. My dad would watch them with me. Do you want to start with the first one? We could even have a marathon at some point.”

“Which is your favorite? I want to see that one first.”

“I’ve got two. One of them scared the shit out of me when I first saw it, and the other made me cry. I won’t say which is which.”

“Which of those two comes first alphabetically?”

I smiled in response to that question. Fuck me but he was cute. “Demon with the Glass Hand.”

“I’ll put it on first.”

“I’ll get the lights and join you on the sofa.”

Luc started the disc and sat in the middle of the couch. I got the lights and made my way to where he sat.

“Dan, will you sit really close to me?” Luc asked. “In case this is the scary one.”

“I’ll sit next to you no matter which one it is.” I sat on his right side and put my arm around him. He leaned into me, and for the next almost hour, he was glued to the screen. At certain points, his hand touched my knee, and he pulled it closer to him.

As the credits rolled, he turned and looked at me. He’s going to be alone for a long, long time.”

“That’s why that one makes me sad.”

He kept looking into my eyes, first my right one and then my left one. He leaned in and kissed me. “I’ve never met anyone whom I truly believed I could talk to. You’re different.”

“Because you can talk to me?” I asked.

“There’s that. But there’s the way you always talk to me. Like I matter. You care about what I say and think, and there’s a gentleness about you.”

“It’s easy to be that way around you.”

“But if that were because of me, then everyone would treat me that way.” He pulled his eyebrows together. “But they don’t.”

“And I don’t treat everyone that way.”

“Well,” said Luc seriously, “if it’s not me, and it’s not you.” He pulled part of his lower lip into his mouth and clamped his teeth down on it. “It’s us, isn’t it. It’s like hydrogen is one way, and oxygen is another way, and together they are water.”

“I’d never thought of it that way.”

“We’re a unique combination.” Luc moved his body around and kissed me.

I’d kissed a lot of guys in college, but this was different. There was an electric charge or something that was generated when our lips met. And it wasn’t that sense that made my dick erect; although, my dick did stiffen. I pushed Luc back onto the couch and got on top of him. I could feel the warmth of his body as mine covered his. Our groins touched, and his erection tented his pants. As my lips met and covered his mouth, I rubbed my open hand over his dick. He spread his legs, and I slipped between them.

Luc’s hands found my back and began to massage my shoulder blades. With one hand still trying to squeeze his hard-on and the other pushed my fingers through his hair. Soft and sensual, just touching it made my cock pulse. I pulled away and stood on my knees. I could tell by the feeling between my legs that I had cum. Fuck me, but just some mild body contact and touching his hair had made me lose my load.

Luc reached up for me. I unbuttoned his pants. I wanted access to his dick. With his pants unzipped, I pulled them and his underwear far enough to free a beautifully hard penis. I bent forward and swallowed it. I moved up and down on his cock with a frenzy. He was driving me over the edge, and I intended to return the favor.

I heard Luc’s groans. “Oh, that’s so incredible. Oh, fuck, Dan, that’s too much. I’m going to…”

He grunted, grabbed my head, and filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed all I could and let the rest dribble down his shaft. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and then licked it. I laid on my side next to Luc and pulled him to me so he wouldn’t fall off the sofa. He kissed my chin.

“That was great, but I want to suck you, too.”

“Too late this round,” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re so hot and sexy that just touching your hair made me cum in my pants, you fucking stud.” Luc snuggled up closer to me.

“There are so many things that I want to say to you.”

“Why don’t we clean up. I’d love to see you naked in the shower. Then we’ll crawl between some soft sheets.”

“And you’ll hold me.”

“More tightly than I’m holding you now.”