Laying the Foundation
It was warm enough that by the time we opened our sixth beer, the cum had dried on our bodies.
Scott sat beside me, a lot more relaxed than I’d seen him the entire time we’d been on site.
“Something magical about these small towns at night. The sky and the quiet. Makes you feel alive.”
I looked up, watching the clear sky, seeing stars across that great expanse as I sat naked next to Scott.
His words slurred, but his eyes were steady when they met mine. The night seemed to shrink around us. That quiet intensity pulled the air from my lungs and lit something in my chest.
“Hey, are you hungry?”
I nodded, sipping my beer and realizing I was feeling the effects more and more.
“There’s that pizza place nearby. I bet they’ll deliver here,” he said, leaning back in his chair, the moonlight barely illuminating his hairy chest and his sleeping cock, nestled between thick, hairy legs.
“That sounds good. Let me call them and see,” I said, trying not to stare. But when I reached into my work shorts and pulled out my phone, he leaned towards me and put his hand on my leg.
As I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t read the expression on his face.
“I really like you,” he said candidly.
“It’s the beer,” I said, adding a smile.
He smiled too. “Yeah, definitely the beer,” but then I turned fully towards him and kissed him.
It was only a short kiss, but we both kept our eyes open.
When I leaned back, I saw his cock stirring. I could already feel mine waking up, wondering if it was about to get more action.
I found the number for the pizza place, ordered a large Margherita and gave them the address, also warning them it was a construction site but I’d be out the front.
Twenty minutes later, while Scott went off to get us another beer, I threw my shorts and shirt on and went out to get the pizza.
We ate pizza, drank two more beers, and shared more than either of us had in years.
“I’ve been single for nearly five years. After I found out Jodie had cheated, I lost all trust in women,” Scott revealed, polishing off the last slice of pizza and washing it down with a big gulp of beer.
“I dated a guy after Susan, but I don’t know if we were too alike... or maybe not enough. But that was two years ago, and since then I’ve just focused on my business. Traveling from town to town, taking gigs like this one that pay well, but which force me to spend more time by myself,” I told him, folding up the pizza box and walking it over to the big dumpster.
“Never dated a guy,” Scott said as I walked back and sat down.
“Would you ever consider it?” I asked him, hiding my anticipation by swigging more beer.
He shrugged. “I don’t think so. I want kids, white picket fence, a small house in the countryside. Sleep out under the stars with animals around me. I prefer their company,” he said.
I tried to hide that feeling in my chest of disappointment, though I wasn’t sure why I felt that way. We’d only just met. This was a one-off, and we both knew it.
“You’re far from that dream in Miami,” I told him.
He simply nodded. “But that’s fine until I pay off my mortgage, find a girl I like with similar dreams, then start thinking about it. I’m a long way off from that.”
I let his words swim around in my head while we sat, enjoying the tranquility of the quiet area.
“But… you have been with a guy, right? I mean, you don’t strike me as someone who hasn’t done…”
He grinned, but didn’t look at me. He fidgeted with his beer, pulled the tab off the can and threw it into the bush somewhere.
“Yeah. Just a couple of times in college. Again last year with a guy I met off an app. Deleted it right after.”
I knew I’d stew over that in coming days, so I forced myself to ask.
“Why did you delete it straight away? Did you feel weird?”
He didn’t answer right away, instead he continued to fidget, then sipped more beer. Eventually, “Not sure. Guess I was feeling curious and after we did it, I decided that it was enough.”
“Can I ask if you fucked each other?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Was good, I liked the guy, which is why I went there. But it was enough for me. I didn’t need to do it again.”
About nine beers in, we agreed we were too drunk to drive, so shared a cab back to our hotel, carrying the rest of the beers in plastic bags.
We stumbled, laughed like teenagers, got a stern look from the concierge, then got the lift up to our rooms.
“I’m on the fourth floor, how about you?” Scott asked me, blue eyes appearing more like tiny flames in that brightly lit elevator.
“Fifth,” I said.
He stumbled into me and I crashed into the mirror. We kissed, smiling, then laughing.
“How about we shower, then meet in my room after,” Scott suggested, his gaze boring through me.
“Sounds good,” I said, feeling that excitement in my chest, “that’s assuming you don’t fall asleep.”
A serious look replaced the smile. “I definitely won’t fall asleep! Not without you in my bed!”
He gave me his room number, then turned when the elevator opened and pushed his arms out to hold the lift doors open.
“You’re definitely coming?” he asked, looking serious, like he wouldn’t breathe if I didn’t.
I stepped forward and grabbed his bulge, and kissed him. “If I’m not there in twenty minutes, you have my permission to come banging on my door,” and I gave him my room number.
He stepped back in a way that made me laugh, folding his arms, looking at his watch, then tapping it.
As the elevator doors closed, he stepped to the center so I could still see him.
“Twenty minutes,” he said, tapping his watch.
I raced into my room, threw my dusty clothes off, got in the shower and let the hot water wash away the cum, the dust, and whatever the hell was now churning in my chest and keeping my heart racing.
Twenty-two minutes later, I stood at his door for a few extra seconds, before I raised my hands to knock.
The door opened just as I was about to.
Scott stood there in white gym shorts, shirtless, clean, smiling and looking marginally less drunk.
He said nothing, but stepped forward, grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me inside, then pushed me against the wall, forcing himself against me.
“You’re late,” he slurred, with a grin that warned me that this guy was a short-term fantasy.
I needed to keep myself in check, even as the door closed and his lips were on mine, his body pressing me into the wall and his hands finding mine.
He linked his fingers with mine, squeezing my hands, his already erect cock pressing into my hips and grinding against my own cock.
You’re not gonna cum too quick again, are you?” he grinned.
I laughed. “Ouch.”
“Just kidding,” he said, pressing his lips against mine again and slipping his tongue into my mouth.
He tasted and smelled cleaner than earlier, with a hint of beer and mouthwash and his body was hot to the touch from the shower.
I felt him maneuver me around and walk me backwards, strong arms around me, navigating me toward the bed.
When I felt the back of the bed behind me, he held me and kept his lips on mine and our tongues continued.
Then Scott lifted my t-shirt off, and stepped back, unbuttoning his shorts, watching me as he did it.
“You’re very hot. Very fit. I like looking at you,” he said, a glint in his eye that revealed more about his thoughts than his words did.
“You’re pretty hot yourself, Scott,” I said, unbuttoning my shorts and yanking them down. I also pulled my underwear down. We’d already seen each other naked.
In the dim light thrown by the lamp, I got a better look at his cock when it sprang out and he was fully undressed. Uncut, very thick, long enough to hurt.
We stood for a few seconds, admiring each other’s bodies.
“You said before that you were thinking about this today. If you’d looked around at any point the past few weeks, you would have noticed I was watching you. With a hard dick.”
I smiled, not sure how much of that was true.
As if sensing my doubt, he stepped toward me again and said, “Last week, one of your middle buttons was undone and I got glimpses of your belly. Made me hard.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “This week you’ve worn those tight shorts three days, and every time you bend over, I’m looking at your butt crack.”
I smiled, though felt my face flush. “Why didn’t you come and say hello?”
He didn’t answer, but shrugged, then put his arms around me and began lightly stroking my body. His blue eyes were alight, already fucking me.
“I told you, I like you. And I’m about to show you how much.”
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I sat back on the bed, and pushed back, feeling the bed’s soft cover sliding under my skin.
Scott never took his eyes off mine, as he crawled onto the bed and aligned his body with mine. He lay on top of me, grinding our cocks together and continuing to kiss me.
He shifted lower, kissing down my neck, then along my collarbone. I felt his cock grind along mine again, harder this time, his hips rolling like he was lining us up. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, giving me goosebumps, his mouth trailing slowly down my chest as his fingers gripped my wrists. He was stronger than I expected, and when he pinned my arms above my head, I stopped pretending I didn’t want him to take control.
When he licked my nipples, there was a hesitance to it, like he was navigating a different type of body, and when he moved down, kissing me and licking me, I knew exactly why.
This was the shift I’d had going from women to men. Navigating a body that’s different.
Scott moved down, burying his face in my pubes, and then going straight to my cock.
He put it in his mouth, using both hands, like someone fascinated by how these things worked.
And when his mouth wrapped around my cock, he went halfway without buildup, and with more teeth than I needed.
I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him up.
His eyes searched my face, and his eyebrows asked the question.
But I simply smiled and slid him to one side, angling myself alongside him, pushing our bodies together and kissing him while my hands explored the contours of his body.
After a few minutes, I moved on top, putting just the right amount of weight on him as I continued to kiss him, press my chest against his and our cocks together.
He moaned.
I kissed and licked around his neck, into his ears, which made him squirm, and down to his chest. I licked his nipples, gently biting both, licking around the definition of his pecs, then back to circling his nipples with my tongue, feeling him writhe under me as he continued to moan.
I traveled along his navel, licked around it, stroked his abs, then along his legs as I moved my tongue down to his inner thighs. I felt him tense, watched goosebumps appear on his skin as my tongue dipped down to under his balls. I moved his legs up, and pushed my mouth under his balls and heard him suck in breath as I sucked the skin under there.
He was smooth, had shaved it all, which made it easier to lick around his balls, then put them in my mouth. With time, I licked around his shaft, moving one hand to gently stroke it.
Up close, it was throbbing, leaking cum and thick in my hand. I sucked his shaft, moved my mouth to the tip and licked at his foreskin, putting my tongue inside and tasting the precum.
He moaned out loud, moving his hands to grab my head as if to control it.
I wrapped my mouth around his cock, pushing the foreskin down with my lips, using my tongue to lick around the head, suck on the tip, while my hand jerked him slowly.
Scott sucked in air and gasped when I put all of his cock in my mouth and sucked it gently, reaching down to grab one of my hands and hold it.
I sucked him gently, then with more pressure, with one hand caressing around his balls, rolling them in my hand while his hand squeezed my other one.
I came up, licking as I went, watching his face when I came up and pressed myself on him, our chests, our cocks and our skin. His eyes, so blue and so tender as he looked at me.
In his eyes I saw so much, wanting to want me, but also conflicted, hesitant, and unsure how this should be.
I pushed his legs up with my knees, brought his legs alongside me as we kissed passionately, tongues deep into each other’s mouths.
When I pressed my cock against his hole, he stared, a look of apprehension on his face. But I gently put pressure there, but didn’t push and leaned down and kissed him, forcing his legs up as I did.
“You first,” I said, with a grin as I kissed him.
“I’m starting to regret my drunken decisions!” he said, not smiling.
“We don’t have to,” I said, continuing to kiss him, while applying pressure there, “but I’d really like to.”
He laughed, a steady gaze while he considered my words.
Then he shook his head. “No, I want to. You just have to go slow. I’ve only been fucked once.”
I believed him.
I’d brought lube, assuming he wouldn’t have any, so retrieved it from my shorts and put it on the bed next to me. I immediately turned him over, and made him lay flat face-down.
I took his ass in, so fit, so firm, hairy and waiting for me, so I spread his legs, brought my lips to his crack and gently pushed my tongue in.
He tensed immediately, which I felt on my cheeks, but relaxed as I licked, so I was able to push through and get my tongue to his center, and gently apply pressure.
I came out, and asked him, “Have you ever been rimmed?”
He shook his head, and gripped the pillow.
I returned to his ass, pushing my tongue through the initial resistance, feeling his muscles relax and open to me. My tongue had to work harder than I remember having to the last time I’d rimmed someone, but I forced his cheeks open and used my tongue and spit to loosen him up.
Eventually, after pushing my tongue inside him, over and over, I felt him relax. I could feel my cock leaking at the thought of fucking him.
He was practically straight, and almost had a virgin ass. I had the sense that if he’d been fucked, it would have been brief.
Scott began to open up to me, relaxing completely as my tongue darted in and out, licking his insides. My hands massaged and squeezed his butt cheeks while my face buried into him.
A while later, I stopped, and turned him over. He had a calm, glazed expression like he was enjoying it.
“I think I should get it in there while you’re still a bit drunk,” I said.
He smiled. “Smart idea.”
I was very generous with the amount of lube I put on my hand and then his ass, and just as much on my cock.
A look of fear crossed his face.
“Don’t think about it. Relax. Just force yourself to relax. I’ll go slow, and easy. Really slow,” I said it with a soft voice, as I lifted his legs and pushed into him.
He gasped as the tip went in. I waited, watching him, the top of his teeth biting onto his lower lip. Then he closed his eyes, relaxed and I felt a shift.
Scott nodded, and I pushed it in slightly further, watching his face, stroking his legs and gently pushing my cock into his butt, very slowly.
At some point he must have given up all resistance, because I felt him completely open up to me. I pushed in further, realizing I’d almost got it most of the way.
“We’re nearly all the way,” I said, “Still good?”
He nodded, still biting on his lower lip, but no longer looking fearful.
When I leaned on top, pushing myself in the rest of the way into him, he sucked in a big breath, and I brought myself down and our lips touched.
His arms slid around me to pull me in, and he kissed me, tasting himself on my lips. As my cock reached deep inside him, I pushed his legs all the way open and fell into a very deep part of Scott that I’m sure had never experienced.
Gently, with slow and careful thrusts, I fucked him, as we kissed.
Feeling my cock slide in and out of his hairy ass as our tongues danced together.
We could have been fucking for hours, because I lost all sense of time. There was just me, Scott and our bodies pressed together as I fucked him, slowly building rhythm, watching his face begin to experience pleasure that comes from letting go, and allowing the pleasure to come.
I built momentum, thrusting in and out, watching his face, then reaching in and kissing him, then thrusting again, feeling his cock pressed between us and the wonderful sensation of being between Scott’s legs as I felt myself build up.
“I’m close,” he said, before I had a chance to say anything.
I looked at him, surprised. “Hands free? Great!”
With a smile, I built that last bit up, beginning to lengthen the thrusts, watching his face contort with real ecstasy as our bodies worked together and we both were ready.
“Oh! Jesus!” He said loudly in the quiet room.
“Oh, fuck!” I said breathlessly, as we both began to shoot our loads. I felt his between us, just like back on site, and mine shoot through his asshole and into him.
“Oh!” he moaned, as streams of his cum spread between our stomachs.
“Fuck!” I said, as mine flooded his insides.
We came for a few seconds, still pushing, still reaching the depths that he allowed as the last of it spilled out of us both.
I lay on top of him, kissing his neck, feeling exhaustion from the fucking, the beer and a very long day.
“Fuck!” he whispered into my ear.
“Don’t shut me out in the morning,” I said into his ear, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over me. I’d been down this road before, and I didn’t want this to end like this.
“I have no intention to. As soon as your eyes are open, I’m paying you back.” He said.
I laughed against his neck, too tired to get off him, even as sleep dragged me under.
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